Chapter 221: Mission debrief. (2/2)

This was also one of the reasons that Roland saw rising his adventurer rank as a longer-ter his jobs and enter places to level up faster Only with a high rank could he continue to gain power in the dungeons and poas still so he needed

While he had access to tier 3 monsters back in Albrook he needed to think about the future At any point, his secret could be discovered or soeon could close the fissure If that happened he would not be able to gain easy experience from a safe distance anymore

‘This place looks packed’

“Are they getting rowdy in there?”

Orson commented from behind Roland who halted for a moment For some reason, his old acquaintances and the to to him This was already the end of the road, the uild and present their adventurer cards along with the contracts

“What dungeon grade does this city have, was it a C+?”

“Oh, so you don’t have straw for brains, after all, I’hed at Orson who just rolled his eyes Roland could not understand why the twoaround the history that he was not aware of It was not that rare for adventurer parties to forh a life and death event, this was also how Orson and Dalrak began their friendshi+p

“We should go in before the other adventurers arrive, it et our issue resolved”

Roland was the voice of reason as he took a step towards the large adventurer building It was three times the size of the one back at Albrook and probably had ten tiht not have been that her rated than the one back at his home but the city was vastly better

Adventurers were able to get all types of missions here It was a trade hub that let them attempt the easier transport missions with caravans like the one he just finished Then there was the dungeon that actually possessed a few tier 3 ainst the boss to gain some valuable experience and even platinu open before he could step through it Before hi faces and even rougher-looking weapons They did give hih walked past hiht for sore eyes as the moment the door opened he could already smell the scent of sweaty adventurers

It was a strange feeling, such a place filled with ar Most nobles would scoff at the sigh of drunk unwashed adventurers laughing out loud while talking about fighting monsters Roland on the other hand was different, to him the noisy adventurers were a better fit to keep hioal and their motives were easy to read In contrast, nobles tended to always have soenda that could coe for them to hide behind words like honor and duty Yet in actuality, they were perforth but by realizing others in to do the dirty work

Secret contracts between powerful fa any noble needed to account for No one could be trusted and rarely could they be bought with things like money On the other hand, the adventurers were simple creatures that had lesser aspirations and could be easily influenced by money

“Those lines seem packed…”

“Yeah, think it will be better if we split up”

Senna and Orson couild receptionists He did the same and after about twentydone with this cursed ered far too many times and he still needed to pass his test

“How can I help you?”

“I would like to coive me your contract and your adventurer card, if you have lost your contract you will still be able to complete the mission if you have your contract identification nuuild receptionist reminded him of his woman that was back home She quickly listed down all of the possibilities as she clearly noticed that he was not fro their contracts was not that rare but there orkarounds Just like she had stated if he had the contract ID that corresponded to one that was here, there would be no problems The transportcontract would be stored here

“I have the contract and the ID but also, here…”

Roland’s contract was a little bit different this time around as this was his rank advanceuild had sent on the journey with hi but she turned out to be a secret agent from the church Luckily he had received a sealed letter that was supposed to get hih this predicament

“This is…”

The woman first looked at the contract and the adventurer card to confirm the validity of the person before her Then she e letter that she wasn’t sure what to ht for Roland, he could see the wo wider the moment she laid her eyes on the letter's seal that clearly belonged to the church

‘I was lucky that Loreena’s golden order seal was left behind in one of the wagons’

Loreena’s ite the fight but luckily for hi, she had various utensils that she could use to prepare a proper letter The receptionist here could clearly tell that the seal on this letter was fro church member that was related to the inquisitors

“Please wait a ht back Sir!”

Just as he expected the wouild’s food chain to open the letter The only person that was allowed to fiddle with the seal would be the guildmember of the church Thus he just nodded and allowed the wouy isn’t away…’

The guild uild was mostly swamped ork They were somewhat retired adventurers that at least reached the platinum rank As one of the elite, they were sometimes tasked to keep order or join various events that even involved the nobles If the guild ht have to spend so

…

“What is it?”

“Guild Master, an adventurer returned fro a letter with a seal from the Golden Order”

“Oh, they did? Did anyone else notice it?”

“No sir, I’ve brought it here first as you’ve instructed”

“You did well, please wait outside”

“Yes, sir”

A dandy-looking e chair Before him was the letter that Roland had received frouild worker left his office did he open up the letter His eyes darted through the handwritten letter that was quickly burned to a crisp

“ Interesting to catch that woman’s eye, this person named Wayland must be unusual…”

The h the letter and started rubbing his chin in conteuild receptionist back into his office

“Allow this person to pass the rank advance me a copy of his adventure card and all of the inforuild has on him Do it discreetly, do you understand?”

“Yes sir!”

Soon the large office door closed behind the guild worker that sped down the stairs It seemed that the person beloas no normal adventurer Who he as unknown but it was clear that he could not be anyone norht be in for some turbulent times…”