And then... it failed as expected.
For adventurers like us who can be called newcomers, even the silver level is not that trustworthy.
"So! That guy is obviously a dog who looks down on people!" Kellas angrily used human idioms to express his dissatisfaction, throwing the fact that he was actually a dog to the back of his mind for a moment...
How should I put it, I'm used to it.
Didn't she often describe the fight between humans and demons as "dog-brained"? So I think she probably doesn't care much about her race.
But having said that, I don't understand the unspoken rules of the silver level, so it would be a bit reckless to go directly to them.
"It is indeed written in the description of the task." I said helplessly, "But I really didn't expect that they would also specifically check the performance points, and they would be so strict."
"Let's find a task to do first, otherwise time will be wasted again." Nolan Lusi finally made the final decision.
One person, one god, one dog and one demon king were found much faster, so within a few minutes, a more suitable mission was found.
"Escort that doesn't require any grades. Does this mission look good?" I said, tapping the paper on the bulletin board. "It looks super simple."
"Where's the salary?" Nolan Lusi couldn't wait to squeeze over, looking over my shoulder at where I was pointing with her chin...
Then the mouth dropped.
"It's such a boring mission again... Shouldn't things like escorting be left to the mercenary group? What on earth do you want to do by issuing such a mission in the Adventurer's Guild!" She said with some dissatisfaction. .
"If I'm not mistaken, they are probably retail traders." I can understand a little bit, "Although mercenaries are considered regular troops for this kind of mission, most mercenary groups have long-term contracts. A mercenary There are often hundreds of people in the group, which is something that some small businessmen cannot afford, so they come to the Adventurer's Guild to issue such a mission."
In other words - mercenaries are mostly large groups of hundreds of people, while adventurers are small groups of several people, with greater flexibility and mobility. Of course, the degree of formality between the two cannot be compared. Yes, but purely from the point of view of its small size, as an adventurer, it is simply a perfect existence for small businessmen.
"...What you said seems to make sense." Nolan Lusi tilted her head and thought for a while, then said in frustration, "In that case, just choose this mission."
"Then I'll go to the front desk."
We came to the front desk with the task, and soon the detailed task content was presented before our eyes.
As expected, this was just a escort mission for a ship, and it seemed to be exactly what those small businessmen would do.
And when we found the ship based on the mission details, we discovered that the ship that needed to be escorted was actually much smaller than imagined. However, the boat looks relatively new, probably having only been on a few voyages.
"...It's an acquaintance." Looking at the fat businessman in front of him who was still wearing the clothes that were about to burst out of his body, I have to say that fate can play tricks on people sometimes.
That's right, the guy in front of me is a businessman who secretly sold addictive substances like black star stone before. Later, we caught him and went through some ideological reform. Finally, we deleted his memory and asked him to go to the church... …
Judging from the Holy Emblem of the Sun pinned to his chest, I still think that the Holy See has completely cured the wrong things in his soul and freed him from the control of the puppeteer - that's weird.
I shook hands expressionlessly, and then said in a straight tone: "Hello, we are the adventurers who are here to perform the mission this time."
"Hello... I always feel inexplicably kind when I see you." Pearson's face was filled with a false smile unique to businessmen, and he said words that were probably polite, but he might also be really recognizing him.
"Hello, me too." So he still pretended to be cold, and then looked at the cargo being carried upwards - ore.
Because it is exposed to the outside, it can be easily distinguished. However, these ores are obviously not inkstone, but closer to the original ore of iron ore.
"Is it iron ore?"
"Yes." Pearson rubbed his hands and said with a smile, "It's all raw ore, ready to be transported to the south."
"Why not just melt it into iron ingots locally?" he asked a little strangely.
Pearson's expression became a little embarrassed.
"To be honest - it's because I don't have enough money." He said awkwardly, "I found out at the church that some evil person seemed to have influenced me, so I spent a lot of money to ask the bishop to exorcise the evil spell on me. ...This batch of raw ore was originally intended to be melted and cast directly, but the labor cost is a bit too much, so I plan to sell it directly to the south and give those guys a headache!"
"A very wise choice..."
However, my attention was attracted by the black shiny, spar-like minerals mixed in the iron ore.
Although it was only a small piece of crystal, it made me quietly wary.
"What are these things?" I picked up the small piece of broken ore and asked with a frown.
"Well, I don't know what it does." Pearson rubbed the back of his head helplessly and said, "It's just some associated ores of iron ores. They will be brought up together no matter how they are mined. Although they are roughly sorted , but there are still fish that slip through the net.”
"Ore associated with iron ore..." I looked at the ink star stone and fell into deep thought.
Has anyone developed any other uses for it? Or……
"We can set off in a moment, but before that, please take care of me." Pearson said politely.
Although I can hear a slight dissatisfaction, it does mean that I asked too much. As an adventurer, I often ask this question to my employer, which is indeed not in line with my position. However, if Pearson answered, I can still see this guy. Probably not bad in nature.
After all the iron ore was loaded, I silently calculated the number of inkstones mixed in, and found that it was actually not a lot. I was lucky enough to see it with my sharp eyes.
With a distant horn sound, the sailing ship set sail.
The sea breeze brushed my cheek, and the air flow brought by the departure from the port ruthlessly blew Nolan's stranded hair and slapped me on the face...
"The wind is so strong." She smiled and looked into the distance.
"The wind is too strong..." I said helplessly.
