Chapter 22 Adventurer’s Guild
Igott remembered what Verafia had said, that she had the memories of Lord Lothel, and quickly caught up to the girl, asking.
“Well then, Young Lady, do you know the specific deeds of this senior mage?”
“Of course, um… let me recall, her name seems to be Lucia, and it seems she grew up with Lothel since she was a child. In human terms, she should be considered a childhood sweetheart?”
Verafia turned her delicate face, her voice crisp as a bell, showing little sign of anything unusual.
“At that time, Lucia’s reputation was no less than Lothel’s. She was not only hailed as a magic genius that Peka hadn’t seen in a hundred years, but also as the youngest Court Mage. She was even recognized by the Staff of Freedom, passed down by the royal family… See the staff on the coat of arms? It originated from her Staff of Freedom.”
Igott nodded, listening to the girl continue her story.
Finally, the girl said in a lighthearted voice.
“Of course, although Miss Lucia’s strength was quite formidable, she faced an army of Demon King troops alone to cover the royal family’s retreat, and the final result could only be her fall.”
“So that’s how it is. What a shame…”
Igott sighed. Of course, he couldn’t see the fleeting sadness in the girl’s golden eyes.
It was indeed a shame… she couldn’t forget the scene of herself, sword in hand, covered in blood, breaking through the encirclement of more than ten demon general legions, and arriving beside the girl who was stubbornly defending the dead silent canyon:
Endless turbid demonic energy surged into the sky, and piles of demonic beast corpses completely dyed the entire canyon into a hell of death. The girl could barely stand with her staff, yet no demonic beast corpse could cross her body.
In the end, he only brought back the girl’s remains, and the staff she had entrusted to him in her last moments.
If it weren’t for that betrayal, with her talent, in the final battle, she would at least not have been inferior to Fatter.
Verafia bit her silver teeth lightly, but then released them and shook her head. The girl suddenly let out a light laugh, her bright golden eyes widening as she looked at Igott beside her, and asked coquettishly.
“Why are you interested in this, Igott?”
“After all, she was Lord Lothel’s friend, and I wanted to know more about her.”
Igott answered quite honestly. He then said to the girl, “According to you, the relationship between Lord Lothel and Senior Lucia must have been very good, right?”
“You think too much. Lothel and she were just very good friends.”
Igott didn’t expect the girl’s youthful face to reveal an unhappy expression. She crossed her slender hands in front of her and glanced at him, saying, “Honestly, I don’t understand why you humans always like to link everything to romance. As expected of a low-level species that gets aroused all year round.”
After speaking, Verafia didn’t intend to pay him any attention. She snorted and walked forward. Igott awkwardly touched his nose and quickly followed the girl.
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Following Verafia to the entrance of the Adventurer’s Guild, Igott seemed to think of something again and turned his head to ask the girl.
“By the way, Miss Verafia, when you register as an adventurer later, what kind of profession do you plan to use to register your identity?”
As humanity’s cultivation paths continued to evolve and differentiate over many years, there were now quite a few different professions that undertook different responsibilities in combat.
Based on the most fundamental differences, they could be broadly divided into the physical type represented by Dou Qi and the magic type, as well as the divine arts type of Clerics.
Further subdivisions could be made into various specific professions such as Swordsman, Knight, Shield Warrior, Mage, Priest, Summoner, Bard, as well as hybrid professions like Spellblade, which combined the two.
However, even with such detailed subdivisions, no one stipulated that a Swordsman could not use the elemental power contained within their own Dou Qi to achieve enchantment effects similar to a Spellblade, right?
Igott remembered that when he mentioned this to the girl back then, she had scorned him disdainfully for a long time: Only you humans make things so complicated. For someone like me, it’s not that troublesome!
“You mean profession? Of course it’s sword…”
Verafia subconsciously said, raising her delicate face, but then she suddenly realized that she didn’t have the long sword that a Swordsman must have. If she wanted to pretend to be a Swordsman, it seemed a bit difficult.
So she tilted her little face slightly and thought for a moment, then said.
“Hmm… If Swordsman doesn’t work, then Mage! Coincidentally, as you said, Igott, Mages are quite rare among you humans. Well, the reward should be higher.”
“Young Lady, do you also know magic?”
As soon as the words left his mouth, Igott realized that he had made another rookie mistake in front of this proud Young Lady.
As expected, before his voice had fully emerged, Verafia tilted her snow-white pretty face upwards and said proudly.
“Did I need to say that? These magics of yours humans were created to imitate us. Why would I learn them!”
…
Although she said that, Verafia naturally knew that magic, this art that was once used by humanity’s ancestors to imitate the phenomena of the world, the might of deities, and the innate powers of creatures with strong talents like the Dragon Clan, had, after countless years of development, encompassed a scope far exceeding its original objects of imitation.
In these years, even the proud dragons had produced quite a few mages, who, using the art created by humans, pursued realms that their natural talents could not reach.
However, for the current Verafia, no magic book could be studied by her. As for now, it wasn’t a big problem to muddle through as a Gold Rank human with innate control over flames.
Adventurer’s Guild Hall.
As the place for adventurers to register, receive and pay for requests in Vist City, the Adventurer’s Guild was bustling with adventurers and mercenaries, with a considerable flow of people.
Verafia followed Igott into the hall, her large eyes scanning the surroundings with curiosity.
Not only were there solo individuals and teams accepting and entrusting tasks in the Adventurer’s Guild, but many people who had just finished an adventure and were free would also sit down, order a mug of ale, and heartily discuss their different experiences.
“Brother Owen, I heard that your team hunted a Gold Rank Lava Monster. That was a bounty of more than ten gold! Your whole team has struck it rich now!”
“It’s a shame that Kyle lost an arm and can no longer fight with us. Lia and I have decided to leave half of the bounty to him.”
The greatsword swordsman, with his bare, muscular arm exposed, took a big gulp of ale.
From time to time, there were also discussions about lords and politics.
“Lord Marquis is one of the best lords in the entire kingdom!”
“That’s for sure. With Lord Marquis here, even those bastards from the south wouldn’t dare to look down on us Brandenburgers.”
“Indeed. It’s a shame that this good lord can’t control his lower half and ended up with an illegitimate child, born to some unknown young lady. It’s also a blessing that the Marchioness was only of commoner origin.”
A gloomy mage in a black cloak said sarcastically.
“Keep your voice down, are you trying to die!”
The mage’s companion hurriedly reached out and covered his mouth.
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Verafia listened to their conversations with interest, following Igott to the counter. The girl also raised her scorching gold pupils to look at the看板娘 on duty.
Igott’s voice rang out at the right moment.
“Hello, Miss. Could you please help my Young Lady register as an adventurer?”
