Chapter 11: Scheming (1/2)

[Fate has been stolen. 5 Points have been gained.]

His actions with Conan and Valkyrie made him rub a few fate points on them, probably taking away Conan's badge. Despite appearing as not, Conan was someone important.

He left after Conan gave him the badge, not willing to interact further with any of them. He also got his trainee adventurer's license, allowing him to hunt in the wilderness only.

By the time it was late afternoon, Nikolai has just finished buying the materials he needed for tomorrow's hunt. All he had to do now was to take his supply of ammunition.

He left the herbal market and headed toward the Gunmen League, where he would take his ammunition from. The reason he wanted the badge was to take what he needs from ammunition. Every month, gunmen can grab ammunition from the league according to their contribution.

Despite being a cripple, Conan was still a gunman. That's why his badge was worth betting his life for. Ammunition was expensive with the lack of mines.

Well, there wasn't a lack of them, they were simply in the wilderness or possession of the dwarves. That's why ammunition was expensive.

As he found himself at the doors of the Gunmen League, the sunset was beginning to take cover behind the horizon. It left a trail of orange that blanketed over the city of Rohan.

As he entered the League, the acidic smell of cigarettes drifted to his nose. He didn't know if it was a current trend, but every gunman inside strapped his guns to his body with a cigar in his mouth.

'I guess this trend dies in five years,' Nikolai chuckled inwardly as he headed straight to the storage facility. The ammunition was distributed through this facility, which was always crowded.

As he made an entrance, he was bound to grab attention. A weak-looking teenager like him was rather unfit to be a gunman, as the admission exam was rather difficult.

It also didn't discriminate, making the League include crooks and thugs. These people would stop nothing to make a profit. That's why as soon as Nikolai entered, he became a target.

”Do you need any help, kiddo?” A giant man with a scar on his face walked over, bottle in hand. ”If you're a rookie, I can give you a tour.”

”No, I'm not a gunman.” Nikolai shook his head. ”I'm just here to receive ammunition.” His words made the man frown.

”Are you a gunman's disciple?” He asked warily. After all, stealing from another gunman was taboo, even for these crooks.

”I wish, a homeless man gave this to me in return for food. He said he found it in the trash, lucky for me!” Nikolai said with a bright smile.

”Oh, hahaha! Lucky for you indeed!” Scar crook had a thick smile. ”Let me help you then, come here.”

”Thank you, sir!” Nikolai smiled and bowed. ”I plan on hunting in the Alm Forest tomorrow, so I'll be needing those bullets.”

”I see, Alm Forest.” The man nodded with delight, which he masked with a worried face. ”I fear for you, little brother. How about I help you hunt?”

”No need! This is the road of a true man!” Nikolai ponded his chest.

”Alright, I admire you, little brother! Let me help you get your ammunition!”

With that, the two walked toward the storage room as the rest shook their heads in disapproval. However, Nikolai acted obliviously. The moment that this man approached him, he started scheming a plan.

”What can I do for you?” The old man, who was also smoking, leaned on the counter in the storage hall. He glanced at the man next to Nikolai in suspicion.