Adventurer Squad

No need to guess who it is...

"Yaya?" Mo Tan looked up at the girl who had suddenly darted in front of him, giving her a gentle smile. "What's wrong?"

He had a pretty good impression of this girl, who seemed extremely innocent and adorable. Although she had caused him a bit of trouble earlier, Yaya clearly hadn't done it on purpose. After all, the girl seemed completely naive.

The girl rubbed her cheek against Mo Tan's shoulder, her pointed beast ears tilting back slightly, her light green eyes full of grievance, and mumbled hesitantly, "No... missions... can find... to accept, no one wants... tummy so hungy..."

Grumble~

The girl's stomach growled at just the right moment, as if to help translate for her.

Mo Tan understood about seventy percent of what she was saying, which was enough to get the gist. He was about to find a shop to buy Yaya something to eat, but after taking a step, he remembered that his current character was practically penniless. Although he had a few decent low-level equipment pieces, when it came to money, he didn't have a single copper...

"I'm going to the Adventurers' Guild anyway, you can come with me." Mo Tan beckoned to Yaya. "If there are any easier missions, great. If not, I have a way to get you something to eat."

His solution was simple: sell the iron sword that Mo had received when he first logged in. Theoretically, it should fetch some money. After all, Mag had already given him a new set of equipment, which included a high-quality black steel longsword, so the initial weapon he had received was basically useless, and selling it wouldn't be a big deal.

"Woof!" Yaya nodded vigorously, following closely behind Mo Tan, her fluffy tail wagging rapidly. "Thank you~"

The sweetness in her smile had at least eight plus signs!

Seven or eight minutes later, the two arrived at the first floor lobby of the Adventurers' Guild. Just as Mo Tan was about to choose a mission, the receptionist who he had met twice before popped out of nowhere and slapped him on the shoulder. "Hey, you can take missions, no problem, but you can't let this little girl participate."

Mo Tan was slightly stunned. "Why?"

Yaya also looked at the receptionist with her watery eyes, her stomach growling again.

"To avoid potential problems." The receptionist shrugged, casually pulled a bone from who-knows-where and handed it to Yaya, then shook her head with her arms crossed. "She can't explain why she suddenly went crazy and demolished a house, and we can't be sure if the same thing will happen again, so she can't accept individual missions for the time being."

Mo Tan understood. After all, he had heard about Yaya's 'feat' before. Although he couldn't imagine how this seemingly harmless dog-girl had managed to do it, the branch's decision made sense, and it was also a form of protection for Yaya.

It was one thing to be knocked unconscious by stepping on a step while trying to tear down a goblin couple's house, but what if she accidentally messed with some reclusive expert's stall next time...

Like the Sun-named, sharp-mouthed, thunder-faced guy who achieved brilliant results in religious affairs and then went into seclusion!

Like the white-bearded old man who had been waiting under the cliff for hundreds of years for his true love, but ended up selling vegetables!

Like the Saiyan teenager with alien blood who accidentally crashed to Earth and hit his head, spending most of his time chopping wood and fishing in the mountains!

Although it felt like something was off with these examples, the Innocent World did indeed have many low-profile powerhouses. Instead of fighting with evil or good forces, these people preferred a peaceful and ordinary life...

What if Yaya accidentally offended a few sword saints or archmages who liked to keep a low profile? That would be a disaster.

"Why don't you wait here first?" Mo Tan looked at Yaya, shrugging. "I'll find an easy mission to do?"

It wasn't just because Yaya was pretty and cute that he was taking care of her. The main reasons were that the girl was really pitiful, and seemed a bit simple-minded. Another reason was out of concern for wild animals and girls with disabilities (language function) and mental issues (a bit slow). He just felt bad leaving her alone...

This had nothing to do with the other party's race, gender, appearance, or background, but only depended on whether Mo Tan felt he should lend a helping hand. In most cases, he was willing to help anyone in distress, of course, provided that the other party was worth helping, and there weren't as many of those people as we might think, in fact, very few...

Otherwise, Mo Tan wouldn't be able to do anything else in his current personality.

"Uhm?" Yaya, who was crunching on the last bit of food in her mouth, was stunned. She looked up at Mo Tan and reacted for a moment, then immediately pouted pitifully and whimpered.

Was she worried about being abandoned?

Mo Tan smiled wryly. He didn't seem to have any connection with this girl originally. How did he get this feeling of being treated like a pet owner...

"What kind of bizarre atavism is this?" The receptionist also covered her forehead weakly, forcing a smile. "If the other members of this girl's race saw this, they might want to beat her to death to preserve the average intelligence of the whole race."

Hey, that's a bit harsh!

Mo Tan rubbed Yaya's head and asked the receptionist, "So, she won't be able to do missions like this all the time?"

"Not necessarily." The receptionist shook her head. "It's okay if it's in the form of an adventurer team. At least we need to know that someone is watching her, and someone who can control her or take responsibility for her. Temporary teams are also okay, as long as they are registered. Are you suggesting...?"

Mo Tan nodded.

"No can do." Unexpectedly, the receptionist shook her index finger. "Adventurer teams are usually three to five people in size. It's no use if you want to help her, and news of this girl's previous incident has already spread. Finding a second idiot... I mean, adventurer willing to team up with her is basically impossible."

Yaya squatted down dejectedly, hugging her legs, her pointed ears drooping listlessly. "Uhm, many woof, all avoiding me woof."

"So, you should learn to speak human language properly first, then..." The receptionist's expression suddenly froze, and she abruptly looked up and shouted in Mo Tan's direction, "Don't come over here!"

The latter was immediately dumbfounded, and then smelled an extremely ominous burnt smell coming from behind him. He turned around and his legs trembled.

The first thing that caught his eye was a staff constantly emitting wisps of black smoke. Honestly, if this thing was called [Mad Eye's Walking Stick], Mo Tan wouldn't be surprised at all... It would be even more fitting if there was a lightning ball or a Voltorb on the head of the staff...

"Hi~ young man." The owner of the self-exploding walking stick... I mean, smoking staff, stroked his beard and smiled gently at Mo Tan. "Perhaps we have the same troubles at this moment, want to team up? I've been waiting for a party of two for several days."

Looking at his appearance, he must have completely forgotten that he almost blew up this young man in front of him last time.

However, he seemed to have unintentionally heard the conversation between the few people just now, so he came over with great interest.

"Jadeka!" The receptionist Chris took several steps back, adopting a defensive stance. "You've lived such a long life, it would be a blessing from the heavens if you were blown up by that thing one day, but stop thinking about harming others, okay!"

The old mage chuckled dryly. "Don't say it so harshly, Miss Chris. If I couldn't accept solo missions, I wouldn't be squatting here every day."

Mo Tan finally realized what was going on. This guy had also received the same treatment as Yaya, but the difference was that the latter didn't understand the situation, while the former was probably considered 'unrepentant' in the branch's eyes. Sure enough...

"If you switch to being a warrior, not only can I cancel all your restrictions, but I'm also willing to directly promote you to a B-level adventurer." Chris, who finally had a name, waved her hand like swatting flies. "So hurry up and throw away that unstable explosive in your hand."

The old mage's face stiffened, and he said with a wry smile, "That's a bit of a strong arm..."

"Don't want to? Get out!" Chris glared at him fiercely. "This lady doesn't accept bargaining!"

Jadeka, who had great warrior talent and an excellent physique (or he would have died long ago), sighed and turned to walk out, tightly holding the stick that was constantly sputtering sparks, as if he wouldn't let go even if he died.

"Um, please wait a moment..."

Suddenly, a somewhat helpless voice came from behind him. Jadeka turned around and saw the Half-Dragon lad half-raising his arm as he asked, "If you can guarantee you won't blow us up... and of course, not affect the mission... we're two-manning this, and need a mage."

Jadeka was stunned. He couldn't remember how many years it had been since someone had properly called him a 'mage', especially knowing about his... certain qualities. Mo Tan's words had almost brought tears to the old man's eyes.

He placed his left hand on top of the unstable explosive, covering it with a thin layer of frost after two failed casting attempts. Then, he turned around and slowly walked back, bowing slightly to Mo Tan and Yaya: "Jadeka Ben Diesel, novice mage, is willing to serve you both."

"Are you serious?" Chris looked at Mo Tan as if he were a Zaku pilot challenging Kiji to a duel, or perhaps as if she were looking at a grave where the weeds had grown six feet high. "You're teaming up with Jadeka?!"

Mo Tan nodded. "I think we can give it a shot."

Despite knowing that he might be playing with fire, or rather, playing with lightning, Mo Tan still felt that this old man who persisted in the path of a mage deserved to be respected.

Everyone has dreams, and among them, some are especially admirable...

Those who, despite lacking innate ability, ultimately achieve success through hard work.

Those who can decisively abandon their dreams and dedicate themselves to another path for the sake of others, society, their country, or honor, shining brightly.

And those who, despite seeing no hope, still unswervingly persist in their original dreams, unwilling to give up no matter how many setbacks they face.

Jadeka clearly belonged to the last category...

Too many people, in their youth or childhood, pursued things that now seem like jokes: music, painting, basketball, science, acting...

But in the end, the vast majority chose another, more realistic future that didn't align with their original aspirations.

This isn't tragic, because life is full of helplessness and change, and everyone is endowed with different talents. But those dreams hidden deep within our hearts haven't disappeared; they're still stirring at all times, only becoming better hidden as we age, gain experience, and become more realistic.

A football superstar might have a hobby of playing basketball on a street court in the afternoon, putting on a performance that even elementary school students can't bear to watch.

A well-known financial tycoon might secretly enjoy making meaningless noise with his out-of-tune voice that could scare children.

An actor or singer who often appears on television might also harbor the heart of a scientist, even if their attempts at an oxygen-generating experiment result in half a desk being blown away.

Dreams never truly die. Perhaps given another chance to choose, many would take a more mediocre path, one that might even starve them to death, but one that would be completely different from their current one.

But Jadeka was different from most people. Not only had his dream not died, but it had almost killed quite a few people... sorry, I'm breaking character...

I mean, even though he completely, utterly, and extremely lacked mage talent, he still persisted in this dream, even though he had received countless scornful looks and criticisms along the way, even though he was halfway in the grave, he still had no regrets.

Mo Tan respected this kind of person, and he now had an opportunity to make the old man feel a little better, so he made a decision that he would be fortunate about in the future.

Acknowledge and accept him.

As long as I'm careful to keep myself at full health, I shouldn't be easily blown up. Yaya may look slender, but she should be quite a bit stronger than me, and according to Mag, Half-Orcs generally have good constitutions.

"Alright, alright~" Miss Chris nodded helplessly. "Since you two have no objections, I can help you register and recommend a task that isn't too difficult and shouldn't cause any trouble in theory. Follow me."

So the three of them happily followed her to an empty window.

After going around to the back and quickly registering the three as a 'temporary adventurer team', filling in the most reliable-looking Mo Tan in the captain column, Chris said to the three of them gloomily, "There's a farm not far south of Anka Market. Its owner posted an urgent task this afternoon, which is to help him watch over the place for a day, number 4414. No one has taken it yet..."

The three nodded eagerly.

"Then I'll register you." Chris rested her cheek on her palm without any regard for her image, and said fiercely, "If you guys can screw up a task that anyone can handle..."

Mo Tan and the others swallowed at the same time.

"Then go die ten thousand times, damn it!"

Chapter 45: End

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