Living as an Unemployed in Another World

4 – 1. Footsteps of the Mule (4)

4.

After talking for a while, the misunderstanding was finally resolved. Janice, who had been expressionless all along, heard my story and pulled my glass gently again. You don’t have to take it back, do you? Of course, she didn’t put the words out of her mouth. Gerald burst into laughter.

“Kyahahahahaha! I didn’t know you would confess first. It’s a pity.”

“So tell me how many times I was really kicked. f*ck.”

“Jin, there are a lot of new mouths that I haven’t seen… ….”

Then it’s worth walking. If you don’t speak up, you won’t be able to fit in among these wild adventurers. If I hadn’t changed my accent, I would still be misunderstood as a runaway boy. When I glared at Hilda, who was bursting with laughter just like Gerald, she avoided her gaze with an awkward smile. I’m going to live now It is truly adventurers to use other people’s misfortunes as firewood for laughter.

“By the way Celine had a taste for kicking strangers in the ass? A calm cat, what was it?”

“It must be a stove. And if you say that in front of yourself, you’ll end up like me.”

Yeah, looking at that snarky attitude, it’s easy to associate a cat with a lot of caution, but if you look closely, even a cat has a cute taste that sometimes slaps itself. In that sense, it would be nice if I could touch that big chest from time to time. While I was thinking about something else, Gerald started talking nonsense in an expression of regret.

“It’s a pity, I thought I finally got a chance. If it’s Celine, I’ll give her butt or whatever she wants.”

“Really? Then, hang around near Changgwan in Boat Horn in the dark of night. There will be plenty of sailors eager to f*ck your ass.”

When I mentioned the past, Gerald’s daylight immediately turned pale. Who are you to make fun of? If you are a seaman who values camaraderie to the point of being suspicious, you will undoubtedly be able to discipline him.

Rather than that, Gerald doesn’t seem to have realized it yet, but the possibility that he and Celine, who are adventurers in the first place, will do well is infinitely converged to zero. Celine’s hatred of adventurers has reached its peak lately. When I was serving, if someone tried to touch my body, even as a joke, they would stare at me with the intent to kill me. Even like me, I hate adventurers who commit s*xual harassment. In the first place, he couldn’t even do that in front of Mr. Cooper.

So, even if I didn’t know who the guy who would enjoy a honeymoon with Celine enough to kick me out in the future, I could be sure that it wasn’t Gerald. It will be impossible unless you give up adventurers,

In that respect, it could be said that I was one level above him. As a marriage partner, it must be a C grade. For reference, adventurers are class D. Wouldn’t an unemployed person be better than an adventurer?

“Yup. I know. It’s just what I’ve said, so don’t get too excited.”

“Someone turned up the heat. Are you going to keep talking nonsense?”

“I know. Hey, who wants to take our princess?”

Gerald looked up the stairs to the second floor where she was, as if complaining. Well, I was also somewhat interested in who she would end up with. It’s not a rational meaning, it’s just that I’m curious about it as the unrequited love partner of not only the inn but also all the young people my age in this town. Really.

“Don’t call me princess. As she gets more and more arrogant, she thinks she’s a real princess just because she’s a little popular.”

She is very popular with men because of her pretty face and her voluptuous body, but she is not a princess, she has never even been near a duke’s house. She is 100 percent pure commoner. No, if you look at the dreadlocked face of Mr. Cooper, the owner, you might be able to assume that he is an illegitimate child who was adopted from somewhere.

“Anyone who is pretty is a princess. Women like to be treated like that.”

“Yes, if you are, then that is it.”

I agreed with him without much fuss. There is no other human who knows more about women than this guy. Instead, as I looked around the hall, a thought came to my mind and I opened my mouth.

“Rather than that, who is going to treat you today? Why are there so many customers in broad daylight?”

“Ah…… It’s Dylan. I encountered a naga at the port, and I heard that the hunt was successful by chance. As you know, naga harass sailors most of the time, so they received compensation at the guild level, but I heard that they received a separate reward from the captain who was operating the boat. What did you catch?”

Is that why you were telling me to pour it and drink it in broad daylight? I was convinced and suddenly looked around at these parties. Then why are these guys sitting separately instead of sitting together over there? I don’t know about Janice or Uncle, but Gerald and Hilda aren’t the type to refuse free drinks.

“But why are you guys chewing on pieces of bread? Would you like to go and buy me a drink?”

“Huh? No, what.”

Gerald was looking for an excuse, but then he covered it with a smile. Suspicious. Looking towards Hilda, she also turned her head away with a jerk. I’m right now with your ponytail. The bridge of the nose hurts.

Zenith…… Is eating bread without avoiding his gaze. Mr. Monk has a face that doesn’t know what he’s thinking. Strangely suspicious. I shook my head and said.

“What is it? Did you do anything wrong as a group?”

“No…… I don’t feel particularly thirsty for alcohol today.”

“Don’t harass me. What did I just eat then?”

As I slowly closed the encirclement, Gerald put on a troubled expression, then glanced behind me. Indeed, there are many ears to hear. Hilda, who is not good at telling lies, is at the level of rolling her eyeballs from side to side, so she must have something. He seems to be at a loss for words to see if the other adventurers in the hall are listening.

Actually, from my experience, adventurers basically seem to be chatting with each other, but if you watch them quietly, they secretly spy on others or even put spells on eavesdropping at all times. If there are bandits in the party, I don’t even need to talk about it.

Gerald’s party also understands that fact, so he doesn’t open his mouth to me. Basically, the inn where other parties relax and entrust themselves to the adventurers who carry out their missions as a party is like a treasure trove of hidden information to them.

“…… For a moment.”

“Zenith?”

Gerald asked, and she lifted the wand that was leaning on her table and made a light circle. A convenient walking stick every time I see it. Soon, a barrier of silence spread around the table, almost blocking the sound from going outside. To bother remembering Silence [Silence], Is it saying that all barriers are good? Truly unique.

Anyway, no matter what was said inside, the outside could only be heard as a hum, and when I noticed, Gerald finally opened his mouth as if he had no choice.

“Actually…… I caught a big deal a while ago. I deliberately refused because I didn’t want to get caught drinking while drinking between them.”

“A big number? What, are you talking about the ‘gold spitting mimic’ you mentioned last time?”

“Of course, that is a big deal, but it is not.”

A mimic is a type of monster that pretends to be a treasure chest in a dungeon and preys on intruders while remaining polymorphed. The gold-spitting mimic, as the name suggests, is a mimic with gold coins in its body.

I don’t know if such a mimic actually exists, but I remember Gerald making a fuss about it a while ago. After that, he believed in the rumors and went to dungeons every day, but seeing that he’s been hanging out at the inn lately, he seems to have given up.

“What if it’s not a mimic, this time a mimic that spits platinum coins appeared?”

“Then it couldn’t be better…… , No, maybe bigger than that.”

“What?”

I asked back with sincere doubt. Platinum coins are the currency used only in royal capitals or trading cities, and are worth ten gold coins. Is there anything more rewarding than platinum coins? I couldn’t stand my curiosity, so I pressed it again.

“Don’t be shy and tell me.”

“That…… I heard it by chance while flirting with a female employee at the guild. It’s Emily, she’s pretty cute.”

Why is the beginning like that? I wonder how you seduced the elite who work in the guild for adventurers. Truly a Gerald-like story. He didn’t care about my rotten expression and kept talking.

“I heard that he is one year younger than me, and he lives alone away from his hometown… ….”

“Who wants personal information? I’m not interested, so keep talking.”

“Oh, well, I overheard by chance while talking, that a new dungeon was discovered near the western mine. A party of adventurers who had been commissioned nearby discovered it by accident, but as soon as they found it, the guild put restrictions on entry.”

“Hmm. It’s an uncommon story.”

Even adventurers like fire moths are valuable human resources from the point of view of a guild, so there is a system that prohibits entry to dungeons where too strong monsters appear, but in reality, that rule is rarely used. Because it buys backlash from adventurers who crave treasure. But even so, the fact that it was enforced meant that the dungeon itself wasn’t too difficult.

“Yes. From what I’ve heard, you can feel a tremendous magical reaction just by getting close to it. They say there is probably a powerful item, but the guild is speculating that it is an ‘artifact’.”

Artifact! If that statement is true, it is nothing compared to a Mimic that spits out a few gold coins. Unlike magic items that are created by entrusting spells to ordinary objects, artifacts are masterpieces that can only be created when everything from circuits for magic to catalysts is perfect. There is nothing to say about the effect, and the price is truly worth the price.

“But if there was a restriction on entry, the guild members would have come forward to protect it. How are you going to go there?”

“Hey, aren’t you ignoring me too much? Of course, I do this because I know the date when the restriction is lifted. Anyway, it’s a dungeon with that many items, but I can’t just suck my fingers because it’s a waste of life.”

Well, even if the information is controlled now, if the existence of the dungeon becomes known, there will be a strong backlash against the guild blocking entry. If that’s the case, as soon as the investigation is over, the control will be released and someone will want to attack the dungeon.

“Ah, by the way, what Emily told me is a secret. It’s fine with me, but I can’t get you into trouble with this. It was a minor mistake.”

I guess so. Who the hell is this to give out such important information by mistake? The guild works really well too. It seems that it is difficult for any woman to escape Gerald’s clutches. Except for Celine.

“Anyway, that’s why you’re giving up on unprofitable mimic exploration right away, and waiting for the entry restrictions to open in advance, right? It’s an unwise move like you.”

Gerald shrugged his shoulders when I praised him. Well, objectively, I think Gerald’s party is above average among the adventurers I know. Being above average isn’t just about party strength, it’s about rationality. Adventurers are also a definite job, and if there is no clear pay, they are heavy-ass guys.

“And…… Slowly, we’ll have to make it bigger too. You can’t hang around a yellow plate forever.”

Gerald spoke with lust in his eyes, and the others were no different. It’s probably aiming for an adventurer level promotion, but well, it won’t be easy. I agree that the desire to improve is a good motivator. Anyway, it’s all irrelevant to me. I said hello to Janice.

“Ah, thanks, Janice. I think you can stop now.”

“… ….”

Even if a spell consumes a slot once, if it is a persistent spell, it continues to consume slots to maintain the effect. I can’t let it go to waste. When I said hello, Janice nodded his head expressionlessly and with a small wave of the wand dispelled the barrier. We were surrounded by noise as usual.

“Anyway, I plan to leave tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.”

“Yes, don’t die.”

“Speaking ominously. Sooner or later, instead of this sword, I will be wearing a nice artifact, so look forward to it.”

“…… How do you know if an artifact is a weapon or not?”

“Huh?”

When I pointed it out, Gerald put on a dumbfounded expression. Artifacts usually take the form of weapons, jewels, or accessories, but I thought it would be quite funny if it came out with a pretty earring instead of a sword. If possible, in the shape of a flower bud. Perhaps realizing the meaning behind my words, Gerald frowned and frowned. I giggled, waved, and walked away.