Chapter 31 – No Missions (1/2)
The door of the Hunting Guild burst open. ”We're back!” shouted a man at the front of a big hunting party. He had multiple scars on his face and showed a victorious smile. Behind him, a gigantic two-handed sword hung, thoroughly drenched in blood. Seven people with different weapons stood behind him.
Most people in the Hunting Guild released a loud ”Heeeeeyyy!” in unison and lifted their jugs of ale. The group walked in, triumphantly. The leader of the group noticed that things were a little different. Usually, everyone would stand up and cheer, but many kept quiet this time. The leader furrowed his brows.
He walked to one of the guys he knew. ”Did something happen? The cheer this time seems more… subdued,” he asked. The guy he asked was the same person that called Gravis a newbie on his first day.
The person smiled bitterly. ”Well, something happened when you were gone, but that's not important right now. So, I take it you succeeded?” He asked with a grin.
The leader smiled again and nodded. ”Yeah! The Earth Salamander has been slain!” He sat down at the table and took a swig from the man's beer. ”Man, that took forever! It put up one hell of a fight. Only when it bit and devoured Mensk, did we finally have a chance to injure it majorly. It fled, and we had to track it for nearly two weeks. Sadly, Jacob got ambushed by a ferocious beast snake and died too. Someone always dies in a hunt for low-grade demonic beasts.” The leader sighed.
The man in front of him also sighed. ”They were good men.” He took another swig of his mug, but it was empty. ”Hey, you drank all my booze, Anthony!” he shouted and stood up.
The leader, Anthony, just laughed loudly and ordered more beer. ”Calm down! The next one's on me. We made it big this time. The corpse is pretty complete, and we should all make a couple of gold off of it. With this, I should have enough money to buy a Skin-Pill for my son.” Anthony leaned back and looked out of one of the windows. ”If he can get into the Elemental Guilds, he will get much further in life than his father.”
The man in front of him lifted his new mug. ”Cheers to that,” and he took a swig.
Anthony looked at the man and felt like something was wrong. ”So, what happened? You all seem kind of downtrodden,” Anthony asked the man.
The man just bitterly smiled. ”Well, we have a new guy,” he said as he took another swig.
”So?” Anthony asked, confused. ”That sounds more like a good thing.”
The man sighed. ”Why don't you look at the mission board. Then you'll know.”
Anthony furrowed his brows, stood up, and walked to the mission board. When he arrived, he gasped. It was empty. Why was it empty? There always were tens of missions up for grabs. Anthony walked back to the man. ”Did the new guy do all this?” he asked, concerned.
The man just nodded and took another mouthful of beer. ”Not only that. When everyone realized that the missions for ferocious beasts have grown sparse, a group formed to hunt a low-grade demonic beast. Guess what happened.”
Anthony furrowed his brows further. ”What?”
The man laughed bitterly. ”That guy had finished all the low-grade demonic beasts before he finished the ferocious beasts.”
”Impossible!” Anthony shouted at the man and stood up. ”No one can hunt that many low-grade demonic beasts in such a short amount of time, especially when they hunt them solo. Even someone with tempered muscles only has a 50/50 chance of winning. Even less if they wanted to kill it!”
The man just laughed bitterly again. ”It's true. If you don't believe me, ask Simone.” The man gestured to the lady behind the counter.
Anthony didn't believe him and walked over to Simone, who just sat on a chair behind the counter and read a book. ”Hey, Simone. Could you please show me the missions for low-grade demonic beasts?” he asked her politely.
The lady just waved her hand nonchalantly. ”All gone,” she said as she continued reading.