Chapter 245 \nChapter 245 ā Dungeon Master(3)\n
āUh, hey. Anyone, uh, with me, the Demon Lordā¦ā¦!ā
The young man was perplexed as he tried to bring it up again.
It was at that moment, a female staff member who was serving the food and drinks tripped the young man from behind. The young man made a pitiful sound as he received the unexpected assault and fell in an unsightly manner.
āOh dear, Iām sorry! I wasnāt looking in front of me.ā
The young man was faced with one unexpected situation after another. He naturally went along with what the waitress said as his mind still wasnāt fully together. The female staff member held her hand out with an apologetic look and the young man absentmindedly took her hand.
The waitress let go right when the young man was about to pull himself up. The young man lost his balance helplessly and fell back down. Thud, the adventurers who were watching him from afar chuckled once the young man fell again.
āDear me. What am I to do? Iām rather weak because Iām a woman.ā
The waitress lowered herself to look down at the young manās face.
āBut Mr. Self-proclaimed Knight Aspirant, Iāll be cheering you on. If you defeat the Demon Lord, then Iāll be the woman who made the hero fall, wouldnāt I?ā
The adventurers around them laughed. They were clearly laughing at the young man.
The young man was able to put the pieces together once things got this far. His face went red.
āHow could you do something so discourteousā¦ā¦!ā
āYouāre the one who was discourteous first, little gentleman. Listen carefully.ā
āThis isnāt a practice ground for young aspirant knights to come and use the things they learned. Understand? This is our workplace. A place where we make a living. Do you get it? The world may be screwed up, but you shouldnāt openly try to destroy our meal plates. Thatās basic manners.ā
āHow could you treat a Demon Lord like a means to make a living!ā
The young man got up and started to shout while pointing his finger.
āFinding a way to maintain your livelihoods is naturally important; however, there are many things in the world that are more important than that! Slaying a Demon Lord thatās tormenting the continent ā thatās our important duty as humans!ā
āKid, no one cares what sort of ethical beliefs you have. Even if you were to die right this instant, the world is overflowing with people who can replace you.ā
The waitress grabbed the young manās finger tightly.
āThousands of adventurers are able to live their lives thanks to a single Demon Lord Castle. In this city alone, there are thousands of humans who are able to make a living thanks to the Demon Lord Castle. If you slay the Demon Lord with that great sword of justice, then weāll all become joblessāCan you take responsibility for the lives of thousands?ā
The young man had never thought of it like that.\n
āOf course weād laugh when someone who canāt even take care of himself claims that theyāll shoulder the burden of thousands.ā
The pretty female staff member with orange hair snorted.
āIf you arenāt here to work, then get out, you limp dick. As you can see, this place is always busy. If someone like you just stands here absentmindedly, then even Iāll end up bumping into them unintentionally.ā
The young man couldnāt say anything back as he was chased out of the guild.
The other adventurers laughed once more as they watched the young man make his way out in a hurry. They didnāt have any sort of malice towards the youngster. It simply felt like an interesting fellow had shown up during their awfully boring day.
They were grateful since he gave them a laugh despite their difficult lives. There were a fair amount of adventurers who genuinely thought this. It would only be a loss for them the more seriously they took their lives, after all. How could someone possibly live the life of an adventurer and also live their lives seriously at the same time?
āYouāre way too nice to greenhorns, Fleur.ā
One of the adventurers commented as he drank his barley beer.
āI told you many times already that you donāt have to. Leave them be! Dullards like them have dark futures ahead of them anyway, so they have no idea if someone is trying to help them. Itās pointless. Pointless, I say.ā
Several other people voiced their agreement as well.
The girl placed her hands on her hips and sighed.
āQuite the great senile old man has descended upon us. Do you think the world flows however you want it to? I say the things I do because I canāt win against my own temper. This is how I am, so keep your nose out of my business, old man.ā
āOur guild lass also has quite the sharp tongue.ā
The adventurer took a swig of his beer.
āKuh. Iāve always been curious. Fleur, why are you always so kind to greenhorns? You say itās because of your temper, but that honestly sounds like a lie. No matter how much I think about it, this kind of meddling doesnāt fit you.ā
The girl muttered quietly.
āI would be happy if no one died. Especially inside of that Demon Lord Castleā¦ā¦.ā
The other adventurers nodded solemnly in response.
It was a common story. Someone precious to her probably died inside of the Demon Lord Castle. Be it her parents, her lover, or perhaps a sibling. It was a common occurrence in this world. Thus, the adventurers decided to not pry any further.
Donāt ask someone something they donāt want to answer.
This was one of the unspoken laws you had to keep at all cost if you wished to survive in this field of work for as long as possible. The adventurer thought to himself as he drank his beer.
āCome to think of it, her father was a famous adventurer.ā
He was apparently a Red-ranked adventurer.
He was undoubtedly a father to be proud of. Being able to raise a child in itself was an achievement for adventurers that was as impressive as saving the world. Fleur had apparently been working in the guild at the next city over before she was able to transfer here thanks to her fatherās connections.\nāI donāt think I ever heard about a Red-ranked adventurer dying in Dantalianās Demon Lord Castleā¦ā¦.ā
The adventurer was curious, but he naturally stopped thinking about it.
āWell, it doesnāt matter.ā
The adventurer was a veteran who was coming up on his 7th year as an adventurer. He knew better than anyone else that it was best to not think about things too much in this neighborhood. Well, he thought to himself. The more secrets the world and a lady have, the more beautiful they lookā¦ā¦.
The young man who was chased out of the guild had to sleep on the streets that night.
He didnāt have any money.
āā¦ā¦At least it isnāt that cold.ā
The young man pushed his way in between a couple of buildings. He did so in concern that his body might become rigid due to the cold wind, but it was also for the sake of being prepared against thieves. If a couple of thieves approached him while he was resting in this alleyway, then he should be able to fight them off.
A sigh came out on its own.
He did check on lodging fees just in case, but it was as he expected. It wasnāt even a matter of having enough money to stay at an inn, he didnāt have enough to even rent some familyās stables.
If he lowered his head and begged shamelessly, then he could probably stay a night for free. The people in this city didnāt seem cruel. However, the shameless part bothered him. The young manās life until now had not accustomed him to the act of beggingā¦ā¦.
His entire fortune was now only a single silver coin. He could buy 4 pieces of bread before becoming completely broke.
Of course, he could endure for a couple of days, but what about after thatā¦ā¦?
āNo, I canāt be weak.ā
The young man pulled himself together.
āWhat are you doing, Frederick Schiller!? Your resolve is weak and the world is harsh. They say that the harsh world is like a mountain, so only those who conquer it can become heroes, right!?ā
The young man recited the words he had learned from his class as he stared up at the night sky.
It was the same night sky he saw when he was still in the academy and had big dreams. The young man semanticized this. Therefore, it didnāt matter where someone came from, whether they were born a noble or a slave, and whether they lived their lives as a knight or an adventurer. There was only one path that people should walk. The path of justice.
It didnāt matter where he was right now. His current self was undoubtedly shabby. Not only was he completely shabby, but he was also about to sleep in a dirty alleyway. Nonetheless, it didnāt matterā¦ā¦.
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The young man returned to the guildhall and shouted loudly.
He felt like Goddess Artemis had given him another air of confidence after a night of rest. Although he did change it from slaying the Demon Lord to slaying the Demon Lordās servants.
The female staff member glanced at the young man.
She didnāt say anything, but her gaze was much colder compared to yesterday. She ignored the young man and continued serving barley beer to the other adventurers. The same adventurer from yesterday let out a snort as he received his beer.
āSee, what did I say? He wonāt come to his senses.ā
āSay something stupid in front of me one more time and Iāll break your dick in half.ā
It wasnāt surprising that no one responded to the young manās gallant shout. The young man had no choice but to return to the alley without making any results today as well.
āIs there no one brave enough to slay wicked monsters with me!?ā
The young man remained confident, but his face was slightly paler than usual as he shouted. The other adventurers were already used to this, so they didnāt even turn to glance at him. In truth, they had actually made bets about how long the young man was going to keep this up for.
The next day, the day after that, and the day after thatā¦ā¦.
The young man was starving.
His body was already exhausted after his long trip to get here. Adding several daysā worth of hunger on top of this was difficult for even a young, prospective knight to endure.Ā
Fortunately, it was Sunday.
People would make a new batch of soup every Monday. Thus, the soup would become bland like water after each passing day. Sunday was when peopleās soup stock would taste the blandest. Beggars would get chased away ruthlessly on Mondays when they came begging for some soup, but they would be given at least a single bowl on Sundays.
āMay I have one bowl of soupā¦ā¦?ā
The young man spent the entire day going to 6 different villages.
The reason was simple. He was afraid that he would look shameless if he went around begging in only a single village. The people looked annoyed, but they gave him some soup anyway.
āWhy is a youngster with all his limbs still intact doing something like thisā¦ā¦tsk tsk.ā
\nNormally, even this bland soup would go to a specific group of people. Every village has orphans. If an orphanage doesnāt exist, then the orphans would live on the streets, so a āGrace of Sundayā would be prepared for these orphans.
So people were taken aback to see a young man, who still looked healthy, come begging for soup even though he obviously wasnāt an orphan.
The young man couldnāt endure the humiliation any longer.
He couldnāt get comrades, but he entered the Demon Lord Castle by himself anyway. Two goblins attacked the young man. Beastly monsters that he was taught were the weakest among monsters. Regardless, the young man almost lost an arm trying to deal with the two goblins.
Studying about them and reality were two different things.
If handling two goblins was this difficult, then what would happen if three had attacked him? Fear washed over him. The Demon Lord Castle wasnāt some place he could wander alone. The young man put a goblin corpse on his back and left quickly.
He never learned how to butcher monsters, so he ignorantly put a corpse on his back before escaping.
The young man left the corpse to a butcher and made a single silver coin. He was ripped off, but it couldnāt be helped since he didnāt know the going prices. He bought a loaf of bread, a lump of cheese, and some soup with the silver coin.Ā
The food was so tasty that he shed tears.
The young man returned to the guildhall and spoke carefully.
āIāll take a silver coin per goblin. One silver coin per goblinā¦ā¦!ā
He sounded a bit awkward, but his voice melded into the noisy atmosphere inside the building.
āDoes anyone want to go catch goblins? 2 silver coins per goblin. I know how to butcher them.ā
āI told you, one gold per person is insane!ā
āHey. I found out that the Mage Towers ran by demons and humans are all the same. Thereās no one trustworthy in the world!ā
Like any other day, people were looking for work as usual.
The female staff member smirked as she watched the young man from afar.
āNow heās learned how to talk properly.ā
There are probably people who remember this, but Fleur was the girl that the āOne-eyed Bald Adventurerā Fabian loved.
TL Note: Thanks for reading the chapter. Iām honestly surprised to see Fleur again. She seemed like such a small character. I guess this probably wonāt be the last time we see this little knight. The author gave him a name and everything. He must be important, right? Right?
In any case, Chinese New Years is approaching. Iāll probably be able to get another chapter out before then, but keep in mind that thereāll most likely be a delay afterward since Iāll be gone for an entire day meeting relatives.Ā
Iāll see you guys in the next chapter.