Belt came charging over, shouting, his face brimming with the excitement of "It's my turn."
Sometimes, though, you just had to believe in luck.
As he grabbed the pile of tattered clothes and gave it a vigorous shake,
"Clang!"
A crisp, pleasant chime rang out, and a glittering Gold Shield rolled from between the clothes and landed on the ground.
However, this "lucky man" did not immediately pick up the Gold Shield.
He froze in the same pose he had held a moment before shaking the clothes, his hands still trembling. His face was full of smugness, as if silently saying, Praise me already.
Just like before, he was waiting for his teammates' compliments.
Fortunately, his teammates finally gave him the attention he wanted this time.
"Nice one, Belt!"
"Your luck's pretty good!"
"Woof! You're pretty impressive!"
Even Laila rarely offered praise, pinching her nose and waving her hand. "All right, all right, I'll count that as a contribution. I'll give you some money when we get back so you can play a couple of rounds, okay? Now hurry up and throw that stinking pile of junk far away!"
Only then did Belt contentedly toss the tattered clothes aside. He placed his right hand over his chest and gave an exaggeratedly elegant bow. "As you command, my dear lady."
For adventurers, the remuneration from a commission was often only the basic part of their income.
The spoils found while searching a battlefield were sometimes worth far more than the mission reward.
Take their previous extermination of the Spined Boars. The commission itself had only paid eighty Silver Scales, but the income from the various materials had far exceeded what they would earn from this Goblin-clearing mission.
However, simple commissions had their own advantages.
Like now, the group could complete the