That Ordinary Mister is a War God

A dwarf woman greets them as a "holy tree piercing the clouds" faces the branch of the Adventurer Guild.

"Welcome"

So if Abel showed a golden card made of metal, a testament to the first-degree adventurer, the lady at reception rounded her blue eyes.

"This is... what can I do for you?

"Are there any urgent communications, or legends, for first-degree adventurers?

When he was polite, the woman seemed fond.

However, he immediately returned to his clerical expression and replied "Please wait a moment".

"We'll check it out."

When she leaves her seat, there will be only one receptionist left behind.

In the first place, the size of the building was also very different from the headquarters in Imperial Capital.

(After all, Imperial Capital is flourishing better)

I have to wonder.

Abel and the others had noticed that another receptionist whose primary adventurer was rare was looking at them in the blink of an eye, but pretend not to notice by observing courtesy.

A dwarf woman came back with the paperwork in one hand after a while.

"Thank you for waiting. We don't seem to have any contact details."

"Really? Good for you."

Abel relieves herself and lowers her chest.

The absence of contacts for first-degree adventurers is proof of peace.

You can't be alarmed, but you can rest assured.

My buddies exhale in a ho.

I had felt that fatigue was accumulating because I had continued to investigate with less time off.

It is their true meaning that they would be grateful if they could rest.

"What do we do? Moving on to another city like this? Or are you staying here?

When Abel inquired as a leader, Riera spoke exactly.

"Let's stay here today. If you had even informed the guild of your location, you wouldn't mind resting. I took a bath."

"Oh, me too"

The women agree with her.

It's still an important issue for them to stay clean.

"I agree. Rest is what you take at a stage where you have plenty of room."

Benyamin speaks out in a scholarly tone.

"Right. We still need some spare time to prepare for the emergency call."

The men also agreed, so the party's policy is decided.

So Abel questioned the lady at the reception.

"Do you have a place to stay that is clean and key to your room and has a bath?

"Oh, yes."

It is not uncommon for adventurers who have come from around the corner to come to reception about the city.

So it's like one of the guild's reception jobs to be able to answer questions that are easy to ask.

"The only place in this city that you can hope for is Cape where ships stay. Three silver coins per night per person, provided breakfast is included."

The receptionist answers as if she were frightened.

If it were three silver coins, I would have made a few days of the normal city people's money, and if I were a local, I would almost scream that it was too expensive.

"That's cheaper than I thought. Even though you have a bath?

Riera rounds her eyes.

"I guess it's because you feel like an Imperial Metropolitan standard."

Abel pointed out with a bitter smile.

"Oh well."

She quickly convinces herself and messes with her red hair as the bulk looks bad.

"Can we go now and stay all of us?

I questioned Buon with a worried face.

The receptionist answers quickly with a smile.

"Probably fine. The Cape where ships stay is the city's finest inn, so it's rarer to fill it up."

"... so you can do it?

While I'm reassured that I'm going to be able to stay, Abel has another concern to worry about.

"It seems we can handle it. The city is one of the relay destinations for logistics, so merchants are well used."

The receptionist tells me. He reminds me of the location of the city and the city.

I can certainly go from this city to the Imperial City, as well as to the big cities to the west and south.

I was convinced when they told me that's why I was doing it.

"Leader, let's go."

Riera, who cut the numbness, shouted out loud and Abel panicked.

"Just give me a minute. You haven't heard the location yet."

She shut up because what he said was best.

A dwarf woman tells me where she is after a bitter laugh.

Where they come out of the guild, they hang out with one man.

"Oh, you were definitely Mr. Bal"

When Abel spoke, the middle-aged man, who wasn't even there, glanced at him as surprised.

"That's true... I didn't think you'd remember me as a first-degree adventurer"

"Ha. I'm better at remembering things. Especially people's faces."

Bal nods like he was impressed if Abel says he seems good at it. Yeah.

"You're still amazing if you're even first class."

"Hey, Leader"

Riera says in a hurry, and Abel feels the need to cut the story off.

"Excuse me, I have company"

"I'm sorry to hear you pulled this off."

Bal and the first-degree adventurer split up there.

They all seem to think of him only as a mediocre middle-aged man, and I don't care.

(I didn't know you remembered my face and name just occasionally. This is why advanced adventurers stay alert)

Bal thinks so.