“Will you please give me this job?”
Gunnard felt his entire body become drenched with sweat in an instant as soon as Kuders came to him with those words.
—Damn it. This is going to be worse than usual.
He looked down and saw that Kuders was clutching an application requirement sheet.
The location was a village that was on the outskirts of the Crown Prince’s lands. And it was asking for help for some restoration work.
There had been a great storm the previous day, and many fields had been completely ravaged.
They needed extra hands not only to repair houses, but also to dig out water trenches and remove trees and rubble that was in the way, so that they could plant in the fields once again.
But there were also many fences that were broken, which meant that monsters could attack as well. And so they wanted Adventurers to come and help guard the area.
“Kuders. I’m sure you already know this, but this isn’t the kind of work for you. This is for people who are just getting started. And yet you want to do it? What are you planning?”
Master Gunnard stopped what he was doing and glared at the middle-aged man in front of him.
However, no matter how hard he tried, he could not read the will of this man.
He wasn’t a bad man.
Perhaps he was even good.
But just like with those watermelons, he kept doing things that were unpredictable.
In fact, Kuders had still not revealed what those watermelon babies were for.
Also, their standards and values were quite different.
Kuders wasn’t particularly well-built or athletic, and he wasn’t some unimaginably powerful sorcerer either. And that was more frightening than anything.
“You’re too suspicious. Besides, I’m still a newcomer if you consider the length of my career. Oh, why are you looking at me like I’m some kind of swindler? I won’t… …Well, I won’t say that. But I won’t cause you too much trouble.”
“So, you’re already sure that you will cause some trouble!”
“I’m not very good at lying.”
However, he tended to leave things out that he wanted to keep hidden, so it didn’t make much of a difference.
“But, am I not right for it? Surely I have enough strength and I can even use magic to make up for the lost crops.”
Kuders began to explain his own aptitude, but Gunnard quietly shook his head to the side.
“No. I don’t sell my Adventurers cheaply. Those who are capable must be used for more profitable work. I doubt even the other guilds would let you do it. It is practically volunteer work.”
Otherwise, the demands of clients would just increase and the market price for work would fall. It could affect the entire industry and make it less active.
As they knew this, there were no guilds that sold their best Adventurers for such prices.
A cynical person might call it market manipulation, but being an Adventurer was dangerous and the income was unstable. And so it was a measure put in place to ensure a degree of financial stability.
“So, just change it so that it isn’t like volunteer work. Something that will be more profitable.”
“You…what the hell do you think I am?”
At the same time, cold sweat ran down his back.
What was wrong with this man?
This way of thinking. A bold and forceful attempt at flipping the board over. It wasn’t the mentality of a merchant.
No, this was the mentality of a rich government official who was used to making his own rules.