I Am Not A Goblin Slayer

Chapter 687 - 360: Mithril

The street vendor, suspected of scamming, slightly changed Gauss’s initial impression of Farlim, which he thought was orderly.

Upon reflection, it made sense.

Just like any affluent area can have its poor, the seemingly glamorous streets aren’t short of those who engage in petty crime, and this is the norm of the world.

However, generally speaking, when it comes to the power and quality of adventurers, he felt that the adventurers in Farlim were clearly one or two levels above those in Gray Rock Town.

Even the bottom adventurers often wore well-maintained armor.

For newcomers, the importance of armor far surpasses that of weapons, and it’s generally more expensive.

This is the influence of regional economic levels.

In developed cities, the salary levels are higher. Assuming the youth have no family support, adventurers in Farlim could save more starter funds than those elsewhere, assuming they work the same hours, to buy better armor, weapons, and various tools.

Another feature is that the proportion of magic users is significantly higher.

In Gray Rock Town, among the bottom adventurers, you might not even find one caster among ten or even twenty.

But in Farlim, you can see a clearly dressed caster among just a few adventurers.

They either wear well-fitted robes, holding a magic staff, and some even wear a big mage hat on their heads.

Gauss unobtrusively observed the situation of adventurers on the square.

On the way to the guild, besides that profit-driven vendor earlier, no one else bothered them.

As the saying goes, "Clothes make the man." Gauss could already effortlessly tone down his aura, but his robe was evidently very expensive.

Such a person was either from a remarkable background or exceptionally powerful, and either case was not someone easy to provoke.

Moreover, with his companions, all looking extraordinary, it was almost as if they had a sign over their heads that read "Not easy to mess with."

He walked into the Adventurer’s Guild.

The scene inside was quite similar to most adventurer guilds Gauss had visited, just more spacious and bright, with finer decorations.

They followed guidance to approach the counter.

They queued up for a while.

Soon, it was Gauss’s turn.

"I am Rebecca, the receptionist at window number 15 at the Gate of Order, South District of the Farlim Adventurer’s Guild."

"Please show your identity plaques."

Gauss and his companions placed their plaques on the table, and the receptionist quickly processed them, retrieving their identities and commission records.

While she was busy looking down, Gauss took a few more glances at her.

Not that there was any other reason, just that he sensed a not-so-weak magic power from her, and her aura was a bit unique.

Of course, this measurement standard was for bottom adventurers; for Gauss, it was far from comparable.

A caster working as a counter receptionist? Isn’t that somewhat a waste of talent?

Should I say it’s indeed Farlim? Even an ordinary receptionist possesses professional-level magic power.

But if I apply some past life experience, it’s not entirely ununderstandable. Like in big cities back then, positions were highly competitive, with dozens to hundreds of applicants per position being not uncommon.

The receptionist position in Farlim seemed to be a similar highly sought-after job.

"Mr. Gauss, you’re from Gray Rock Town?"

"Yes."

"Oh, I heard about it; there was a war there not long ago, right?" The female mage receptionist said as she scrutinized Gauss and the others’ information.

She suddenly glanced at the records above and raised her eyebrows in surprise.

"Oh, so it was Mr. Gauss who saved Gray Rock Town."

Gauss’s record indicated, prominently, that this adventurer made an outstanding contribution in the defense battle of Gray Rock Town, killing the demon leader among a legion of over ten thousand monsters.

Looking at his other records, all were remarkably notable achievements.

There was even a record of killing an extraordinary fighter from the Dragon Worship Sect.

She couldn’t help but rub her eyes, wondering if she was seeing it correctly.

Especially when the event details recorded that he was only a level 5 professional at that time.

Level 5 and defeating an extraordinary fighter, these are not labels you’d expect to be connected, right?

Although she had vaguely heard rumors while having a drink at the tavern during her off-time, she didn’t pay much attention, thinking it was another fabricated story by a bard.

Unexpectedly, this seemed to be true.

Though puzzled, her professional etiquette as a receptionist didn’t let her inquire out of curiosity on the spot. Instead, she discreetly compared the records with the people in front of her, confirming their identities before handing back their plaques.

Checking identity plaques before providing services is also a necessary procedure.

The reason for this process is that initially, people would exploit identity plaques by theft, scavenging, or robbing adventurers and getting unintended possession of plaques to gain benefits.

Some adventurers, for safety and convenience, would store part of their money within the identity plaque to withdraw later at the nearest adventurer guild when needed.

And depending on the adventurer’s rank, the guild offers services with different permissions, including loans, book loans, research materials, and more.