Guild and Accepting Quests

In the Adventurer's Association branch, a fat woman looked at the people entering. "What do you people want?"

Yveta said briefly, "To take on quests."

The fat woman asked, "Have you joined any guilds in Kali Town?"

"The Furrier Guild, the Weavers Guild?"

"As long as you've joined any guild in Kali Town, the handling fee for taking quests here will only be ninety percent."

"If you had joined this Adventurer's Association branch in Kali Town, the handling fee would only be fifty percent, but you'd have to pay an annual membership fee of 11 shillings."

"However, if you don't pay the membership fee on time, your guild membership will be revoked."

Yveta said briefly, "We haven't joined any guilds in this town."

"And we don't plan to join your town's Adventurer's Association guild."

They weren't permanent residents here, so joining a guild and paying membership fees would be a waste of money.

The fat woman nodded. Adventurers were always traveling, so Yveta's choice wasn't strange. "Then, the handling fee for each person taking a quest is 2 pennies."

"All the quests in this town are posted on these wooden boards. You can take a look yourselves."

Her eyes darted around as she began to count. "One, two... six..."

"Hmm, you'll have to pay 12 pennies in handling fees if you only plan to take one quest today."

Yveta glanced at his companions. Damn, this fat woman is counting the maid and her child, who's not even four years old, as people!

Is this town so rich because all the townsfolk are this greedy?

"Black Wolf," Yveta said.

Black Wolf directly plunged his greatsword into the wooden table. With a crack, the table split in half.

Black Wolf said fiercely, "Do we have to pay for your table too?"

The fat woman's face changed several times before she realized she had encountered a tough customer. "No... no need."

"Actually, you are four people..."

She wanted to throw a tantrum, but a strong survival instinct stopped her from doing something so foolish.

That made sense.

Yveta nodded.

There were only four of them: Black Wolf the Demon Hunter, himself, Leili, and the Old Witch.

If she counted the maid and her child under four, how black-hearted would she have to be?

Yveta suspected the fat woman had ripped off people here more than once, but that wasn't his concern.

He scanned the wooden boards in the hut. There were six in total, covered with quest papers pinned on with nails.

The first four boards were clearly for quests in Kali Town itself or nearby villages, such as hunting wild boars that damaged fields.

The last two boards had fewer papers, meaning fewer quests. The quest locations mentioned were all over the place, likely for the entire Viscountcy of Ambrose.

"Hearthstone Witch, the circulation of paper in this world is quite high," Yveta remarked.

The Old Witch said, "Your Majesty, paper used to be very expensive, only usable by nobles. But after universities rose across the land, things changed. The invention and improvement of papermaking technology were all done by scholars in those universities."

Yveta nodded.

So that's how it was.

He glanced at the quests on the fifth wooden board.

The first paper was a conscription notice.

The second paper was also a conscription notice.

However, the issuer of the first paper was the Ambrose City Council, while the issuer of the second paper was a Viscount named Francesco.

Yveta read the conscription benefits on the first paper. "Monthly payment of 6 shillings and 2 liters of wheat."

He looked at the conscription benefits on the second paper. "Monthly payment of 2 shillings and 4 liters of wheat."

He remembered that Leili had only given Alicia 1.2 liters of wheat every eight weeks and paid only 5 shillings annually.

These conscription benefits were quite high.

But it wasn't surprising. If the benefits weren't high, who would join the army?

After all, adventurers were a profit-driven bunch.

"It looks like there's going to be a war. Both sides are recruiting adventurers," Yveta said. "I just don't know why the city pays more money, while the Viscount's territory pays more grain."

Leili said, "Master, that's because cities have more money, but grain prices are high."

"And the Viscount's territory has less circulating money and insufficient resources to pay soldiers with currency, but they have plenty of grain, much of which is locally produced and costs little."

"Therefore, the Viscount's territory prefers to use grain for conscription."

"However, these conditions are so good, they already exceed the wages of many local jobs. I believe that once adventurers actually join the army, these conditions will be discounted."

Leili frowned and pointed to a quest on the fifth wooden board. "Master, look, there's also a conscription notice from Pisa City."

"There are also many Baron recruitment missions here."

"What happened?"

Yveta looked at the full board of recruitment missions, suddenly feeling like a storm was brewing.

The fat woman interjected, "These missions are sent by the postmen at the beginning of each month, with at least a two-month delay."

"Kali Town is on the border of the Viscount's territory. Whatever conflict happens, it has nothing to do with us."

Yveta blinked. It has nothing to do with you, but it has something to do with us.

Because our original plan was to go deep into the Viscount's territory. But it's okay, thinking too much is useless. When the car reaches the mountain, there will be a road.

Yveta walked to the sixth wooden board. According to the Druid's divination, he would get what he wanted from the last mission on the sixth wooden board.

However, the missions on this sixth wooden board were not supposed to be near Kali Town.

He found the last mission on the sixth wooden board. This mission was from a Baron of a territory called Kong, who wanted to recruit a blacksmith to forge weapons for him.

Is it this mission?

What does a blacksmith have to do with what I want?

Just as Yveta was about to reach out and take it, his pupils suddenly contracted. Because beneath the sixth wooden board—on the ground—there was a piece of paper.

He picked it up and saw that it was also a mission.

'According to the divination, I should take the last mission, but the mission that clearly fell under the sixth wooden board is the real last mission.'

'It seems that even with very accurate prophecies, how to interpret them requires experience and wisdom.'

Yveta picked up the paper and looked at it—

My sister is missing. I need an explorer to find my sister. She may have been killed by a Devil, or not, but she is in a very dangerous environment.

I want to discuss the price in person because there are some special circumstances. Also, I cannot accurately estimate the difficulty of this mission.

Mission Poster:

Moro Baron Territory, eldest son Branton.