Chapter 15: Adventurer’s Guild

River Valley Town, an ordinary town on the southeastern border of the Servia Kingdom.

Situated inland, far from the sea, with the few nearby rivers blocked by mountains, it was hard to develop maritime trade.

Lacking unique local products and hindered by complex terrain and difficult roads, no respectable merchant caravan would include it on their route.

Normally, this small human settlement would remain as obscure as countless other villages in the kingdom.

Forget kingdom history or heroic epics; even if it fell to neighboring wars or monster invasions, it’d likely only get a brief mention by some dutiful official at a weekly court meeting.

But now, it was one of the key towns in the southern part of Panyun Province.

The reason was simple, just one thing— the Mist Forest.

The ever-present gray-white mist in the forest wasn’t a peculiar natural phenomenon but a result of overly abundant magical energy in the air.

This birthed many powerful monsters that threatened human lives, but also countless precious potions and secret realms, attracting waves of professionals to adventure here.

Given this, River Valley Town, surrounded by mountains on three sides, easy to defend and hard to attack, naturally became the top choice for adventurers to rest and resupply.

The Adventurer’s Guild branch established here years ago acted like a landmark, further drawing adventurers from the kingdom’s southeastern border.

Like a “university town” built around prestigious colleges in my previous life, or the industries sprouting near tourist attractions,

River Valley Town had a bustling street dedicated to serving adventurers.

Bang—

A drunken middle-aged man, spewing profanities, was hauled out by two leather-armored guards and tossed onto the street, the scent of liquor and clamor spilling from the half-open wooden door; on the roadside, a richly dressed, portly woman clutched a zircon necklace, arguing fiercely with a vendor; beside her, a young boy stared curiously at the sweaty, burly men hammering in the street-side blacksmith’s shop.

“Hey, handsome, come play~”

A saccharine, sultry voice reached my ears.

Looking over, I saw two scantily clad, curvaceous women leaning against a wall, beckoning to me with alluring gestures.

I wasn’t shy, offering a smile and a nod in greeting.

Perhaps taking me for a potential client, my response sparked a flurry of flirtatious calls.

But I had no intention of approaching, sticking to the main road.

Seeing this, the women lost interest and turned to solicit other passersby.

As I walked further, the heavy perfume in the air faded.

I tightened my pack, my gaze steady.

To say I had no thoughts at all would be a lie.

This body was in the prime of human vigor, and if not for my modern-world memories, tempered by the internet’s flood of information,

my predecessor, a simple farm boy who’d barely seen girls his age, would’ve likely lost his soul to those “service industry elites” with a single wave.

Having just transmigrated, barely settled, I naturally wasn’t thinking about such things.

Instead, I was more curious if this world had the same “unspeakable” diseases as my old one, and whether, with supernatural forces, people used similar precautions.

“Would a healing potion work?”

Freed from danger, everything in this world sparked my curiosity.

Even a roadside food stall could set my mind wandering.

Walking and stopping like this, about twenty minutes later,

I reached my destination.

It was a peculiarly styled building.

Four stories tall, not standout on this street, yet it seemed the center of the area, bustling with people.

Unlike the brick houses I’d seen, it was built entirely of dark wood, its intricate grain forming natural decorations, with green tree branches adorning the eaves.

From a distance, it looked like a giant treehouse.

For some reason, standing at its entrance, I felt like I was back in the Mist Forest.

The building had no sign, but the adventurers coming and going made its identity clear—

Adventurer’s Guild (River Valley Town Branch).

I shook my head, casting aside stray thoughts.

Stepping through the door,

I saw a spacious hall, decorated with a natural, forest-like ambiance, with all sorts of adventurers passing by.

Following my predecessor’s memories, my gaze scanned the crowd, settling on a counter to the right.

Behind it sat a short-haired girl in a guild uniform, pretty but listless, as if she might fall asleep any second.

She seemed to be working but kept her eyes lowered, on the verge of dozing.

I approached, placing the prepared sack of goblin and bear goblin ears on the counter.

“Hello, submitting a mission.”

The girl lifted her eyelids, not touching the sack, her lips moving:

“Team badge.”

“Oh, right.” I quickly pulled a palm-sized black iron plate from my pocket and handed it over.

This was Maji’s team badge, issued by the guild, with the team’s number recorded.

The staff needed it to check the team’s mission.

Good thing I hadn’t forgotten to grab it during cleanup, or I’d have taken a big loss.

“Bow of the Mountains?”

“Uh… yeah.”

I paused, then realized “Bow of the Mountains” was Maji’s team’s official registered name.

I’d gotten so used to calling it the “Rotten Fish and Shrimp team” in my head that I almost didn’t react.

The short-haired girl glanced at me, showing no interest in why my teammates weren’t present, as if used to such things.

The counter was slightly raised, blocking my view of her actions.

Though curious how, in a world with underdeveloped technology and supernatural forces, she handled time-consuming paperwork,

I stayed patient.

I just watched her hands move below my line of sight, muttering a few unintelligible words.

“Thud.”

In less than five seconds, a coin pouch was tossed onto the counter before me.

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