The shop was a bit like a big tavern and lodging house.
The first floor is the tavern and the second floor is the inn.
I thought it was common in all worlds that the upper echelons are inns to prevent escape from eating.
The name of the store is "Hana no Sword (Tsugi) Pavilion".
Under that sign, there is a small drape of weapons.
That seems to be the sign of the Adventurer's hoard, the requested good offices, and The Adventurer's Inn.
Adventurer.
Mercenaries lend arms, caution sticks, and outlaws who live in the ruins of the Great Federal Age (Union Age), warcraft extermination, bounty hunters, and more.
In the history of previous life, would it be closer around the professional gladiators of Roman times? Or the kind of gunslingers that appear in western plays.
Social status is not so high, but at the same time it is a dream of a grand grab and a social hierarchy that produces heroes.
Evening.
Walk with Menel through the streets filled with workers on the way home from work and through the noisy shops through the open doors.
The store is already full of bustle. It's winter so people wear a little thick and exchange toasts with ales poured into corner cups.
But the sight is a little strange.
"... on the horn of the Warcraft, leather"
Corner cups made of horned warcraft horns are used flat.
Feathered coats and chocks are also made of Warcraft leather.
Menel said on the side that it was their loot (trophy) and a quick demonstration of strength.
Step in.
Gather your gaze…… a moment of silence, and twitching.
Young chestnut hair with a mix of silver-haired elves (half an elf).
You look terrible, but you're working out terribly.
Definitely.
"Oh, the rumored" Killing the Fei Long "lord, what can I do for a pub at the end of a place like this!
I was called out by a man in a good mood and drunk, how light-hearted.
"I have a request."
"Then call the store owner and pay some money and use the bulletin board."
"Thank you."
As you can see, there is a large wooden plate on the wall of the store, and how many sheets of paper and leather are pinned.
I also speak to the store owner and buy out a few push pins with the request fee to stop the request writing as well.
In a previous life, it was a short ad that referenced an advertisement allegedly written by a certain person.
Everyone gathered around to see the request.
"Seeking adventurer.
A journey of hardship. Slight reward. Warcraft. Long dark days. Constant danger. No guarantee of survival.
Earn honor and praise at the dawn of success.
- William G. Marie Blood "
And silence fell.
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"Come on, Mr. Fei Long Killer."
The first one I came to was a voice containing alcohol and teasing.
"We do it in business, too. I can't talk like this."
A bright red sheath with no scratches on the shiny steel chest.
Red-faced, thirty tangled adventurers on thick arms.
"Hey?"
When he said that, he thought it was his party and a few people stood up.
That's right, that's right, that's not generous.
Well, Menel started stiffening her fist, and I panicked for a second.
"Shut up, Hatterman."
of sleigh and appeared from the side, a word of a miserable man, and it stopped.
Scratchy burnt and rubbed off coat. The sheath of the bandage is worn out and seems to be undergoing some modification.
A man whose age is unknown in terms of beard, whose physique is not bad, but whose economy does not look good.
... but it was his fingers that I focused on.
Dirty, scarred fingers. His fingertips were cut short.
This is what Brad said in his martial arts rigging about when it was. If you see a swordsman, look at his fingernails.
- Do you forgive or not forgive yourself the elements that prevent you from pulling out your weapon?
- If you look at your fingertips, you'll see.
"Where I saw it"
He said slowly.
He doesn't have a better mouth.
"You want The Adventurer (Madman), right?
Not Hatterian (Braffer) people who have bad arms but good manners, and who have always had the courtesy and patience to do their job.
Fearless and impolite motherfuckers. You want the worst Adventurers (Mad Man) who risk their lives for a detention without going down?
I nodded.
"Exactly. … I want to hire people like that."
"Oi, did you hear that? You're right!
Fei Long Killer wants Adventurer (Madman)!
The voice moves from several tables to those who were eager for this one.
"Shit, you" walking (strider) "shit.... Once you hit a mountain, you guys are extravagant too!
Conversely, the gear looks good, the kind of people who just called out to me first, tongue-in-cheek lightly and return to the table.
I was hoping for a money-making story, but if not, I guess so. Naturally, there are livelihood-focused people.
The people who stopped by said that the glare was bad, the equipment was thin and dirty, and the atmosphere was sharp and pungent.
Much of the equipment was in Warcraft leather, and the wine was swallowed up in the horns of Warcraft.
Without a doubt, people can't even look at the merchant running a baton.
Burn your lives into battle and adventure, full-fledged desolates.... Yes, like Brad!
"What's the prey, what's the aim"
"Outdoors."
"Little things are out of the question."
When asked, I dared to smile invincibly.
"Multi-headed Synthetic Beast (Kimyra)"
To the word, look around at the silent people for a moment, and say:
"The Forest of Warcraft (Beastwoods) lives in the west. Details unknown. I will hunt this out and kill you."
The first bearded man I spoke to groaned inadvertently.
"The flying one."
"Yeah."
"The habitat location is too vague, it's hard just to explore."
"Exactly."
"And if you get ambushed while you're exploring, you're the target of an instant death."
"I'm sure it will."
That's it, he laughed. Invincible.
"- That means it's a ridiculous adventure."
Let me join you, as long as you have rice and bed. I wish I could get some change.
I keep saying that to him, to me, to me, and so on, and then I raise my voice.
Of course I'll pay for it, and then I cheered.
But before that,
"What is it?"
I laughed and gave him my hand.
"Can I have your names, please? I'm Will. I'm William G. Maribrad."
"It's Leistoff."
- I don't know what to do.
- Recent martial arts poems are too classic for "Boring" Leistov or something.
"... of" Uncomfortable "?
"Sometimes they call it that."
The bearded adventurer answered with a reluctance.
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After such days in the White Sails.
"I, the Duke of Southmark, Ethelbald Rex Southmark, knight thee."
of the temple, a majestic cathedral. Beyond the many attendees, His Highness Ethel stood.
There is a deputy temple chief with an impressive narrow eye and a gentle face to impart blessings.
…… there, walking away.
If I were to tell you the truth, I wanted the temple chief to bless me for all the help I had, but when I asked him to, he refused me categorically.
When people show piety or thick protection in public, they say it's troublesome.
There's room for the negotiators to think, "Maybe if you're a devout cleric, you'll strike a hand that you'll never do," and this is what matters.
Prayer is really thorough in public because it is enough to get out of hand and pray on its own later. Too bad.
That's how unfortunate I am, this deputy temple chief, and I agree, together with me, I'm sorry that so many people are unknown to the world.
He was a very good man.
"May he be the guardian of the temple, of the needy, and of all those who defy the evil gods and their tyranny and believe in the good gods"
Upon reaching the prescribed position, His Highness took the sword resting on the altar, and said so in a voice that often passed through.
A sword is handed to the deputy temple chief and given to me. [M]
Put the sword in the sheath of preparation, and pull it out of the sheath three times according to the method taught.
Cool sounds echoed in the cathedral, accompanied by sword extraction and swordsmanship.
"Exactly who tries to be a knight. Keep the teachings of the good gods and protect the temple, the needy, all those who pray and work."
Words of celebration.
Kneeling accordingly, the sword is held with both hands and the pattern is offered.
His Highness pulled out his sword and struck me three times lightly in the shoulder with the belly of his sword.
I get my sword back. I took it and stood up, putting my sword on my hips. The sound of a cool Na sword again.
The deputy temple chief uses the prayer of purification. There are signs of holiness all around.
"To Enright, my patron saint of knowledge, I wish to intercede with his patron saint!
The Holy Pet of Grace Feel, the God of Lightning, will never cease to be given to this person!
God of Knowledge Enright. An old ship-eyed god. God of learning that foresees what is visible and what is not.
"Keep your vows firm, respect your teachings, and protect the weak. - The light of the world!
Blessings screamed with open hands.
Then there is applause and cheer.
Light of the world!
Bless the birth of a new knight!
Light on the perimeter!
Bless the Knight of Lightning!
Long live the Holy Knight!
It was already a festival from there.
From the leading men present to the crowd, the bounty is swept and cheered.
... I think it was worth taking advantage of the ritual of the Symphony Medal, even if a massive application was made against the Feilong damage.
The city was raised and a grand feast was held.
There was a wrestling match in the pastime and I was encouraged to participate, so when I won the five of them in a row, I was delightfully laughed at. A lot of knights pushed me around and I suffered a suppression (fall) loss.
We beat that Dragon Killer! Or so everyone proclaims with a big laugh without malice. Don't be rude! I laughed too.
"Menel! Let's do Menel too!
"No, you're kidding me!
Menel still doesn't want to get involved in every festival.
Pull away.
"Oh, of the servants of the Holy Knight………."
"I'm not a squire, I'm a friend!
"You're not my friend!
"Ha ha..."
Vi was singing my song for fun. I've already made a lot of money. A lot of money! He said something like that, but it's embarrassing.
Mr. Tonio and Mr. Leistov had made some use of the festivities to make contact with various people, and there was no way out of it.
Such a fuss lasted until night.
- This is how I became the ultimate Knight of the Sacred (Paladin).