Episode 2.4-5 (1/2)
”Oy. You. Yeah you I'm talkin' to ya.”
Lecan stopped his meal and lifted his head.
A red-faced old man with white hair and a long white beard is standing in front of him. The old man has got quite the affable looks.
”Hey, ya don't seem like a registered adventurer, got any interest in a wagon escort job? Take four days, reward is 10 silver coins. Meals will be provided by client. Aah right, we're heading to Vouka.”
Vouka.
It's exactly the town Lecan is heading to.
As it's the biggest town around here, there must be a skilled apothecary over there.
And there's also a dungeon near the town.
”Yale (got it). I'll take it. Where do you need me be.”
”Finish yer' meal quick and follow me.”
Lecan finished the rest of his meal in three bites and stood up.
”Hohho. Yer' even taller than I thought. That's a nice coat ya got there. And that sword. Quite a good sword it be.”
There are several other travelers in this place right now. Having the best physique and being well equipped, Lecan must have caught the old man's eyes.
Lecan asked the man as he led the way.
”This registered adventurer.”
”Hou? What about it?”
”Where do you register?”
”Let's see. 'Round this parts, a place with Adventurer Mediation Office would be Vouka. You could also register at town of Boid, but that's in the opposite direction. They usually don't accept registrations in small towns. Ya should be fine so long the place has an <Adventurer Association> signboard put up. And yer' better register. If I had found someone with an adventurer badge hanging on their neck in the dining room earlier, I probably woulda talk to 'em instead.”
In other words, there should be an Adventurer Mediation Office in bigger towns. And offices that put <Adventurer Association> signboard up are recognized officially, registering there will get you this Adventurer Badge thing. Adventurers hang this badge on their neck. It acts as an advertisement to show potential clients that you're an adventurer.
There was no system to register as adventures in Lecan's original world. Those who go on adventures are called adventurers, and when one stops adventuring at any given time, they cease to be one. That's all there is to it. This world has a registration system in place. In that case, he might as well register.
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”Chaney-san, I gotcha. I got us a good one!”
The wagon looks like it's ready to depart anytime.
The inside has spaces for two people, while the back is to be stuffed full with luggage. That said, there's not too many luggage right now. They must be on their way back after selling their stuff already.
”Oh, Eifun-san. Looks like you've found a capable one.”
A plump middle-aged man called Chaney shifted a brown bag he was carrying to his left hand, walked up to Lecan and offered his right hand while smiling kindly. Lecan reluctantly offered his right hand, and shook the other party's with his. This is called a handshake, a peculiar custom of this world. Honestly speaking, Lecan can never get used to this ominous custom; to have his dominant hand be interlocked with other's like this.
”Well I'll be, if that isn't the face of a veteran warrior. My name's Chaney, a humble merchant at your service.”
”I'm Lecan.”