Why did this man, of all people, come with him? The thought grew stronger in him.
Considering that Demiurge is the least powerful of the guardians, Sebas, the strongest of Nazarick in combat, is reassuring in terms of strength. If we can compensate for each other, we can make it through unless the gap between us and the target is too wide. But that's only if we can compensate for each other. It's hard to imagine how Sebas can't match Demiurge, even if Demiurge is patient enough to be matched. It's a headache for Demiurge that he can't expect them to complement each other in this unknown world where he doesn't even know how many strong people there are, but it's a waste of hope. He has to think about things on the assumption that they don't make up for each other.
Demiurge walked around the city for a few days and observed that there was no one that Demiurge and Sebas should be wary of, but whether it was a monster, a human, or a subhuman, they should not neglect to be wary of a powerful person they had not yet seen. Some of them maybe they are as strong as players who can rival the supreme ones. For example, the Kyu-shiki of the Holy Kingdom, from which we received information, these people are considered to be among the most powerful in the country, so they will be the standard for measuring strength, and we would like to have the opportunity to assess their strength.
If Nazarick was somewhere else, he had thought about a way to contact them, but he had already checked the item box on the first day and confirmed that there were no scrolls for message. Sebas didn't have one either. We'll have to wait until we have a good amount of money, but we'll have to look into the magic of this world and if there is a magic equivalent to the message, we'll have to try it.
As they opened the door of the Adventurers' Guild and entered, an air of confusion came over the adventurers inside. Aside from Demiurge, who looks like a magic chanting man, he may not be able to hide his confusion at the arrival of Sebas, who looks like a white-haired old man, even though he is wearing a traveler's cloak (which he buied for a day's wage because he looked too much like an adventurer in a butler's outfit). Of course, the surrounding atmosphere is of no concern to Demiurge, and he proceeds straight to the counter.
"Excuse me, I'd like to register as an adventurer, is this the correct place?"
"Yes, I'll take care of it here."
When Demiurge called out, the receptionist sitting behind the counter replied with what appeared to be a sales smile on her face.
"Are there two of you?font face="Nimbus Mono L, monospace"span lang="zh-CN" /span/fontFirst of all, we'd like to have five silver coins for each person to pay for the necessary documents to join the union, please."
"No issues. Sebas."
When he called out, Sebas stepped forward, took out ten silver coins from his leather bag, placed them on the counter and immediately stepped back. The receptionist checked the silver coins on the counter and then moved them under the counter.
"I have confirmed that the ten silver coins are indeed yours. Now, I would like you to write the documents for me first, or would you like me to write them for you?font face="Nimbus Mono L, monospace"span lang="zh-CN" /span/fontIn that case, I will charge you five copper coins as a substitute."
"I'll write it myself, no problem."
"Yes, sir. Please fill out this form."
A document and a pen were presented to him, and Demiurge filled out the necessary information on the document without hesitation. When he was finished, he handed the form to the receptionist.
"The duo of Master Demiurge and Master Sebas, the team name is The fruit of corruption, is that correct?"
"Yes, thank you."
He smiled a gentle smile that anyone would have liked, and Demiurge gave his approval to the receptionist's confirmation, but there was a strong sense of murder in the air from diagonally behind him.
"Demiurge"
"Anything, Sebas?"
"Why is that team name your own choice? Wouldn't such things usually be discussed and decided by the team?"
"I didn't know beforehand that there was a field for team names, so I just filled in the appropriate one. This deserves a team name."
"What's so deserves about it? I don't think I'm fit to be an adventurer, not even close."
"After receiving the fruit of wisdom from the white serpent incarnated by Satan, Adam and Eve were forced to leave paradise... Gaining wisdom was the beginning of the fall for humans, a team name with deep connotations, don't you think?"
"There's no need for connotations in a team name, and I'm not a degenerate, let alone you."
"I don't want you to say disreputable, I'm the one who's corrupting you, okay? I myself am not corrupt."
"Isn't that an even more inappropriate name for a team?"
"I think I got a pretty good name for an improvisation, but am you really that dissatisfaction? So let me ask you, Sebas, do you have a better idea for a name than this?"
When Demiurge asked him a question, Sebas was at a loss for an answer. After a few moments of silence, he finally opened his mouth in frustration.
"...No, sir. But I refuse to use that name."
"It's as if they don't want to talk about it. I don't deserve to hear dissent without an alternative. If you're going to complain, you'd better have an alternative plan. Oh, I'm sorry my companion had to go through all that trouble, but that name is fine. Go ahead with the procedure."
But the poor receptionist was completely frightened by Sebas's intense killer spirit, which seemed to shoot Demiurge dead with just a sharp look in his eyes. It's a shame that Sebas can't be trouble to unleash such a murderous spirit anywhere. Putting aside the fact that he was the cause of the problem in the first place, Demiurge let out a deep sigh.
"Sebas, contain your murderous intent. Your daughter has been frightened and the registration is not proceeding."
"...My apologies, Demiurge, we will need to discuss this at length later."
"I don't feel the need to do that. Are you all right, miss? Apologizes my companion's rude."
It took a while for the receptionist to calm down, even after Sebas had stopped kill feel. After that, there was a basic seminar on the basic knowledge of adventurers, the structure of requests, adventurer grades, and pay raise exams.
"That's all. Do you have any questions?"
"...Yes, I understand how it works, basically, you take on the requests that the union investigates and complete them to earn money, but the monsters you defeat in the requests are rewarded by submitting the corresponding parts to the union, right?"
"Yes, sir."
"So, for example, is it possible to hunt a monster and submit its parts for money even if it's not a request?"
"It is possible. Some adventurers make ends meet by killing monsters when there are no requests."
"Okay, I understand. Now, can you tell me what part of each monster or subhuman should be submitted?"
When Demiurge asked the question, the receptionist looked a little perturbed, unable to hide her agitation.
"Here and now?font face="Nimbus Mono L, monospace"span lang="zh-CN" /span/fontThere are quite a few different types of monsters and sub-humans. ... If you'd like, I'll have a piece of paper with part to submit with your adventurer's plate by tomorrow."
"No problem, I'm confident in my memory, so please tell me here and now. But just in case, a piece of paper would be helpful."
Demiurge smiled at her and the receptionist gave him a half-hearted look as if to say are you okay, but she told him the parts of the monster or subhuman to submit. It was no problem for Demiurge to memorize a number of things that were about the size of the "Mere Old Man". It's perfect, but it's important to be prepared, so it's better to have a piece of paper with you.
They were told that the Adventurer's Guild would provide them with adventurer's plates by tomorrow, so they would come back to the Guild tomorrow. Before leaving the union, I decided to take a look at the board with the parchment on which the request was written, to get an idea of what kind of request there would be.
"Hmmm, ..., all copper-grade jobs are so boring. It's not like I'm a kid's errand boy."
"What kind of work do you do?"
"Carrying luggage, helping to collect herbs, helping to move, painting, looking for people... all insignificant jobs. But let's see..."
As he said this, Demiurge peeled off a piece of parchment.
"I guess I also need to know what an actual adventurer's job is like, and this is the best of the bunch."
"What is the content?"
"We will a baggage handler for a senior adventurer on a merchant escort mission. This way, I might be able to get some knowledge from the older adventurers and hopefully make some connections. That way, we can reach the city and its network of adventurers."
"I see. I have no objection to your suggestion."
Sebas nodded obediently, and Demiurge took the parchment to the receptionist who had just registered him.
"I don't have an adventurer's plate yet, but can I take this job?"
The receptionist looked up and nodded as she checked the contents of the parchment Demiurge had offered her.
"Yes, this job is available the day after tomorrow, so you can take it on... but, well... carrying the luggage... the luggage of adventurers is quite heavy, you know."
The caring look on the receptionist's face reminded Demiurge that the way others saw them, they were a magic caster and an old man with inferior strength.
"No problem. We're both confident in our physical and brute strength."
"Just to be sure, could you two try to lift up those bags over there one by one?"
The receptionist pointed to a burlap sack full of contents placed in the corner of the floor. Demiurge and Sebas followed his words to the corner of the hall and grabbed the knot of the bag and lifted up with one hand each. It might be a very heavy load, too heavy for a human to carry with one hand, but it would be proof of strength. Demiurge decided that since he was about to become an adventurer of the Adamantite class (a very soft metal, but apparently the hardest metal in the world), he would have no trouble demonstrating this level of power. If word got out from those who witnessed this, and if his name got out, he might get a better job than the boring copper class job. I can lift such a light load even with the tip of my pinky finger, but I can say that I'm just using my hands and being reserved. I'm sure Sebastien just held it in one hand without thinking about it.
"Is there a problem?"
"No, sir, no problem... one hand... oh, you can put it down now, this way, please."
The receptionist was clearly dismayed. It was apparently too heavy for a human to lift with one hand. But as a baggage handler, she should get a passing set the bag down, put it back in its place, and returned to the counter with Sebas.
"It seems that there is no problem in accepting the job, so I will let the client know that we have found a recipient. I'll contact the client for a preliminary meeting, so may I ask him to come tomorrow morning at ten o'clock?font face="Nimbus Mono L, monospace"span lang="zh-CN" /span/fontI will also give you the adventurer's plate at that time."
"No problem. Then please proceed as such, and I'll come back tomorrow."
He smiled and bowed, and Demiurge turned on his heel, followed by Sebas, who bowed as well, and left the Adventurers Guild.
"Demiurge, I'd like to discuss the team name at length when we get back to the inn."
"You're persistent, too. I told you I don't want to hear dissent without an alternative."
"I'll come up with a plan, but we need you to seriously consider making name changes, so we need to talk about it."
"As for me, I don't feel as if I need to, and I'm not going to waste my time on it."
"What is a waste your time, you good-for-nothing..."
Needless to say, the arguing continued unabated on the way back to the inn, and even after we arrived back at the inn, until nightfall.
The team of adventurers, named Dandelion, was a gold-grade team consisting of two warriors, a ranger and a masic caster. Dandelion...?font face="Nimbus Mono L, monospace"span lang="zh-CN" /span/fontDemiurge asked the origin of the team's name when they met, it is said to be one of the words left behind by the four great gods that are worshipped in this area, and whose origin is now unknown. The answer was that they chose the team name because it sounded cool.
He was also told that the neighboring country of Slaine, the Kingdom of the Law, believes in the six great gods, adding light and darkness to the four great gods, and claims that the belief in the six great gods is the correct one.
However, the fact that a word that makes sense in English remains as an unintelligible word means that the four or six great gods were inhabitants of the same world (they said it name is "real") as the Supreme Being, or It is also possible that he is a being sent from Yggdrasil, like Demiurge and Sebas. It's a possibility that should be kept in mind, Demiurge thought.
At 6:00 a.m. the next day after the meeting, they met up with Dandelion and the merchant they were escorting in front of the east gate, and Demiurge and Sebas set off with the adventurers' camping gear and other luggage on their backs. The guards would be traveling to the great walled fortress, so the journey would take about three days each way. Hoping to gather some information about magic, Demiurge lined up beside Pavel, the Dandelion's magic caster.
"I heard that this was your first request, but to carry that load and not break a sweat, you must have amazing physical strength for a magic caster person..."
"I've been working out for a while, so this is no problem for me. I've traveled a long way, and travelers need to be strong."
The Demiurge replied with a friendly and gentle smile. He wasn't traveling, he was just standing there when he found out, but there was no need to bother with such a ridiculous story that he would not be believed. Pavel seemed to be convinced without any particular doubt.
"I am new to this area and am not familiar with it, but I would like to know if the magic used here is the same as in our hometown. Is rank magic used in this area as well?"
"Yes, of course, rank magic is used."
When Demiurge lightly drow out to Pavel, he simply was a little disappointed, because he had been thinking about how he would have to respond depending on the answer, Demiurge felt a sense of relief that rank magic was being used. This way, there is no problem for Demiurge to act as a magic caster.
If that's the case, then the next step would be to find out what kind of magic a gold-level magic caster can use. Gold class is a middle class adventurer. I'm sure you can use magic of a certain strength, but I'd like to explore the range of common sense.
"I wonder what rank Mr. Pavel holds."
"I can use magic of the second rank. How many ranks can you use, Mr. Demiurge?"
"I'm up to the third rank. By the way, I would like to ask you...In my hometown, it wasn't uncommon to find 5th level magicians, but are 2nd and 3rd level magic casters common around here?"
If you can't use at least a fireball without hesitation, you're in trouble. While Demiurge quickly replied with a lie answer that it was the third rank, he was inwardly astonished.
I knew it was garbage, garbage, garbage, but I didn't expect it to be this much garbage.
Demiurge himself can use magic up to the tenth rank (although there are only a few of them), and in Yggdrasil, the overwhelming majority of players can use not only the fifth rank but also the tenth rank and super rank magic above it, but if I were to say such a thing, Demiurge might be treated as a madman, given the low level of his opponents.
"There are some amazing countries where fifth rank masic users are not uncommon...The Fifth Rank is the realm of heroes beyond men in these parts, and its wielder needs only one hand. As a magic caster master, if you can use the second rank, you're a full-fledged magic caster master, and if you have talent, you can reach the third or fourth rank."
"Well, then, I am relieved to know that I can call myself a full-fledged magic caster around here. Thank you very much."
When I thanked him with a smile, Pavel replied in a friendly manner, "No, no, no."
Then we started talking about travel (which we didn't do), It was newly discovered the fact that there is a forest area south of the Abellion Hills called the Great Forest of Avershire, where there is a country of elves, and there was a large desert far to the south.
Demiurge wanted to get a map somehow, as he would need it to find Nazarick, but there were no in bookstores, and it was only known that the common stores did not carry it, I decided to ask him about that as well.
"I plan to stay here for a while, but I would like to get a map of the area to make my journey smoother. I'd like to know how to get one..."
"Getting a map would be difficult. The Adventurer's Guild and the MagicCaster's Guild may have them, but they don't want them out in the open. If the geographic information is leaked, it could be used for invasion. Especially since we're so close to the Abellion Hills, if any information were to leak out to the subhumans, we'd be in big trouble."
I see, it's classified information, so it's not available in general stores. Demiurge nodded, satisfied with the reason. Demiurge thinks that the inconvenience of not having a map is greater, but the people of this world seem to think differently. There might be a chance to get one if his fame grows, he thought, and he would put off the map for now.
"By the way, what is the purpose of Mr. Demiurge and Mr. Sebas's journey?"
"We are looking for our brothers and sisters who have been separated from us. I have not been able to find any clues as of yet, but I thought that if I could make a name for myself as an adventurer, our name would reach my friends, so that's why I registered."
"I see. I hope you find him soon."
Demiurge was not particularly moved by Pavel's caring voice, but he could tell that he was a good-natured man. Demiurge is certainly not lying, but isn't telling the truth either.
Information is information, even if it's just small talk. In fact, Demiurge is gathering information right now. Demiurge saw Pavel as a fool who took the word of others without having the idea of scrutinizing the information and determining its authenticity.
Fortunately, Demiurge isn't so averse to talking to stupid people. It would be so much more fun if we could corrupt and ruin them. It would be even more fun to taste the physical pain and hear the moans of resentment and grief in a state from which there was no escape, but now is not the time for me to pursue my own pleasure.
Sebas was also talking about something amicably with the two warriors. Demiurge told Sebas in advance that the place he was in was different from Yggdrasil in many ways, and that he should gather information about the differences from Yggdrasil. Good-natured and good-hearted, Sebas is good at making contact with people and will gather the information you want if you tell him well in advance. Aside from scrutiny, the information-gathering role would be best suited for Sebas.
If Nazarick is coming to any part of this world, Momonga-sama will surely try to gather information about the outside world without fail. Demiurge thought that Sebas' absence must have been very inconvenient for him, and he was deeply and profoundly ashamed that he could not serve near Momonga-sama. But perhaps Sebas, who is destined for life as a butler and whose supreme mission is to serve his master, has greater feelings about this than Demiurge. Even though he doesn't like Sebas, it doesn't mean that Demiurge can't sympathize with Sebas' feelings for his master.
He wanted to find Nazarick and get home as soon as possible, though he let's not rush into anything too quickly. If Nazarick is not in this world, and there is no way to return to the world of Yggdrasil, about the worst-case scenario of "what if" after you've exhausted your search. It's not something to think about now.
In the territory of the Holy Kingdom, holy knights and adventurers are killing monsters, so the danger level is not so high. However, since the forest is not completely free of monsters and sub-humans such as goblins and ogres, Pavel said that it is common for merchants to have an escort when traveling.
For three days they followed the road through the grasslands dotted with hills. They were told that the danger would be even lower near the fort, since it was patrolled by soldiers, but the forest was getting deeper, so they would have to be careful.
For Demiurge, who can kill without difficulty, goblins and ogres (unless they are high-level subspecies) are nothing to be afraid of, but he don't want the merchants and Dandelion people to get hurt and have trouble fulfilling their requests. Demiurge wondered if their safety was the highest priority at the moment.
The area around the approaching fort was approaching a narrow mountain road. The visibility was poor and the surrounding trees were dense. The Dandelion's team members were on high alert, thinking that if they were targeted, it would be in this area. But.
The goblins and ogres that were lurking were numerous. There were about twenty goblins and five ogres that showed up. And a robed goblin mage with a twisted staff with a skull attached to the top was watching us, using one of the ogres as a shield.
"You'd must be hunt them down beforehand, soldier!"
"There's no point in bitching about it, because when it comes to them, the numbers grow in numbers quickly."
"The ogre is me and Regis, the rest are goblins! Damn it, there's too many of them! Mr. Raymond and the others, hide in the wagon!"
The leader flies off with instructions. At times like this, Demiurge and Sebas are told to stay in a safe place and use their luggage as shields to protect themselves, but the situation is wrong. Everyone's safety should be the priority.
"Sebas, you know what to do. The part to submit to the union is the ear, so don't crush the head."
"Yes."
After a brief reply, Sebas stepped up to the nearest goblin and gave it a sharp kick in the stomach. The guts of the poor goblin burst through his back as if he had been sprayed with water and blew up, scattering all over the area. In a fluid motion, Sebas precisely kicked through the bellies of the goblins and ogres.
While everyone except Demiurge was taken aback, It took me about ten seconds to hunt them all down, The surrounding area was filled with the corpses of pathetic goblins and ogres with large holes in their torso.
"This is no way to prepare for a workout."
There was no one there to say anything to Sebas, who was talking to himself with a sober face and the same tone as usual. Demiurge was a pain in the ass, so I ignored him. It is true that this is not even a preparatory exercise for Sebas, and there is nothing special to say about it.
"Can I borrow your knife?font face="Nimbus Mono L, monospace"span lang="zh-CN" /span/fontI didn't have one because I was working as a baggage handler this time."
"Hah! Yes!"
When Demiurge asks, the leader replies loudly as if he's been played, and in a panic, he takes out a knife and hands it to me. He also asked how to cut them off to submit to the union, and finished collecting all the ears.
"The corpse will be a hindrance to traffic as it is, but what do they usually do with it?"
"If we throw him in the forest, the monsters and wild dogs will take care of him!font face="Nimbus Mono L, monospace"span lang="zh-CN" /span/fontI think so!"
"I see. Sebas."
"Yes."
Sebas nodded and carelessly grabbed the legs of a corpse and threw it into the forest. The Dandelion members and the merchant just watched dumbfounded as Sebas lifted the huge ogre with ease while carrying the load on his back.
After that, no one dared to talk to Sebas until he arrived back in town. Perhaps because Demiurge was also giving orders to Sebas, the others began to use honorifics and be very careful.
It's only natural for a vulnerable person to treat a powerful Demiurge with respect, so the Demiurge isn't particularly upset about that, but Sebas (with his usual blank expression) looked a little sad. If you're going to make a face like that, Sebas should have saved his strength a little, but he's going all out, and that's what happens, Demiurge didn't feel like giving such advice, so he didn't. The result is obvious: Demiurge has no plans to use magic above the fourth rank at this time, except when necessary.
Demiurge and Sebas were supposed to have taken on the job of baggage handlers, but they turned in a large number of goblin and ogre ears, and the union receptionist was extremely confused. Demiurge had thought that since there was only trash, he would be able to move up quickly, but it seems that there is only more scum than he expected. Demiurge thought that he would start working on the measures he had already thought of tomorrow, as this would allow him to ascend to a higher rank as soon as he showed a little more power.