Vol 2 Chapter 7 (1/2)

About that Elf’s Memory

The first tiround floor of the ‘Mercenary’s Home’s’ main area

Other than the regular receptions desk at the side ofthe s, providing a simple breakfast

It was an uneventfulnear the end of December

The sheriff didn’t coate, so there was no special need for him to hide

The knight sat at a table near the door, flipping up a corner of his hele with a straw (1)

This is probably the busiest time at the ‘Mercenary’s Home’, in a moment, they will tear down notices on the notice board, starting the work for the day

It was at that time that the elf came in

Wearing thin threadbare clothes, if not for the dagger at his side, he would have surely been ee

Many people noticed the appearance of this unwelco at his face and unusual ears with curious eyes

The elf did not acknowledge anyone’s stares, only walking straight to the reception, asking if there is room with a soft voice

The one on duty was ‘Old Man Jake’, an oldhe settled down as an inter the notice board, as well as taking care of the shop

Old Man Jake was busy posting newof the inn, he replied

“S’long as ye c’n pay”(2)

Since refugees started appearing, the rates for rooms in the ‘Mercenary’s Ho what a nor, not even revealing an expression of shock, only fishi+ng out a few gold coins, paying the deposit and a enerousthe Old Man Jake to beco while

“The style’s old…” he said, “where’d ye get it?”

“Inherited,” the elf replied cal with the knife”

Old Man Jake weighed hi a key to the elf

“Excuse me but are you the intermediary?” the elf took the key, and asked, “if I want to take up a high paying job, what are the necessary requirements?”

There was a brief coazes turned towards them

High paying, of course equals high risk, what is this new person thinking, to take on a difficult job(3) the moment he joins?

Old Man Jake lifted his eyebroeighing the elf’s weak appearance, “Ye’r an… assassin?”

“Archer” The elf replied

At that moment someone also cale Mercenary Troops’, he had the huh at his nah anymore Thus when people mentioned him, they used the moniker “Iron Gauntlet” instead

“Oi rookie, you’ve got souts,” Iron Gauntlet said in a falsely cheerful voice, “this oldhile, why not join us? Short term job, the payout ain’t bad”

“Gauntlet,” Old Man Jake’s broere knitted together, “I’ ta ‘im”