My bloodline yearns for progress.

Chapter 3 Become an Adventurer

He pulled a parchment scroll from his pocket, pried open the wax seal with his thumb, and began to slowly read the contents to Otto as he examined them.

Do you know the Adventurers' Guild in town?

Upon hearing this, Otto nodded subconsciously, but Lance said irritably.

"Of course you know that, of course you do."

"You came with us to Oak Town to sell furs, and you've seen those people with strange signs."

Mercenaries, treasure hunters, monster hunters, hybrids, believers, and their families—all sorts of people can be found there.

They would carry all sorts of weapons on their waists.

Of course, some martial artists use their fists as weapons.

They laughed and talked loudly in the tavern, accepted bounties, explored ruins, and took on commissions.

Occasionally, a small windfall is made.

But sometimes they die on the road!

At that moment, Otto, who had been immersed in the merriment around him, immediately realized what was happening.

Lance realized what he was thinking.

"Don't you want me to go?"

But Otto's question only elicited a burst of laughter from Lance.

Lance's usually meticulously maintained white beard was now in disarray from his wild laughter.

"Why don't you go?"

Lance looked at Otto with a smug expression, as if he were looking at his own child who was about to embark on a long journey.

"You learned hunting techniques from Aaron, the old hunter in the village."

You learned the craft of equipment maintenance from the village blacksmith, Zane.

Don't think I don't know, you even went to learn authentic cooking and first aid techniques from that old woman Roxanne.

Finally, you learned the language, historical sites, and various etiquette of the Kingdom of Thorne from me.

"Child, I know you don't belong here."

As Lance finished speaking, he slowly looked into the darkness in the distance.

"You have ambition and the ability to achieve it."

As your family, we won't stop you.

Lance seemed to deliberately turn his face away before saying these embarrassing things.

Only after he finished speaking did he bend down and take out a bag.

"Here, this is yours."

Having said that, Lance immediately tossed the pocket to Otto.

What protruded from the pocket was an exquisite one-handed iron sword.

Otto was quite surprised; he had never seen such an exquisite weapon before.

He carefully drew the sword from its leather scabbard and examined it closely.

Not only is the blade made of refined iron, but the hilt is also made of rare hardwood, and at the end of the hilt, there is even a deep red gemstone!

I didn't know that; I would have thought it was a family heirloom from a noble family!

Lance just said resentfully.

"That old bald guy Zane really pulled out all the best stuff he had in store for this sword."

As for that ruby, it belongs to Roxanne.

I heard it was a gift from her young lover when she was young.

Now look what's happened, you've become her little lover!

Once Lance relaxed, he couldn't help but start making jokes that had no limits.

Before he could finish speaking, a frying pan flew from a distance and smashed hard into the back of Lance's head!

"Damn it, I was just joking!"

Lance grumbled as he threw the frying pan back, then continued.

"Check your pockets."

Aaron, I, and others have prepared a lot for you.

There are monster and fantasy species encyclopedias and herb encyclopedias, as well as event funding.

I believe this should be helpful to you.

At this point, Lance handed the parchment scroll he had just taken out to Otto.

"This is your identification. Take it to the girls at the Adventurers' Guild, and they will help you with your identification and registration."

The Kingdom of Thorne has very strict requirements for identity verification.

Such certificates can only be issued by authoritative institutions or by village and outpost administrators like those in Lance.

Once you lose your identity verification, you will be considered a vagrant no matter where you go.

Even if they were captured and enslaved, they would have no room for argument.

Looking at the identification documents that Lance had already prepared, Otto was at a loss for words.

"I will send money back."

The villagers raised Otto, and he always felt he had to give back.

But Lance was not moved by these words; instead, he looked disgusted.

"What are you sending money for?"

When you get to a big city, you'll have many more places to spend money.

Let me tell you, if you have money, go to a brothel and pick out a few strong girls to have some fun with for the night.

Of course, you're good-looking, kid. Maybe you can even get the young ladies of noble families and wealthy merchants into bed!

Or go to a tavern and flirt with the dancers or bards.

You're still young; you don't know what those bards are like in bed. It's quite something.

Before Lance could finish speaking, the frying pan was thrown at him again.

This time there were even hammers and daggers!

But Lance didn't sit idly by; he rolled over on the spot and dodged the "attack."

"A bunch of old guys, can't you see I'm passing on my valuable combat experience to Otto?"

Have you forgotten who the village chief is?!

Lance rolled up his sleeves while cursing and walked into the shadows, seemingly intending to have a good chat with the old men.

As for Otto, he could only sigh helplessly.

When the old folks in the village get into a fuss, they can be even more troublesome than the young people, so he doesn't join in the fun.

With that in mind, Otto immediately continued to examine the pocket.

Otto didn't know what kind of animal skin the pocket was made of.

Although it looks worn out, it is incredibly sturdy.

Otto curiously tried to tear at it, but he couldn't break the structure of the pocket at all.

It's important to know that Otto's current strength far surpasses the peak strength of an average man.

Even so, it didn't damage the pocket in the slightest.

Otto figured that the cost of making this bag alone was no small sum.

Besides the bag, Otto also found the items Lance had mentioned earlier, as well as some first-aid medicines and a belt.

This specially made belt has many small pockets attached, which look like it can hold quite a few trinkets.

Clearly, this was also a gift from Lance and his group.

Otto knew that the old people must have realized his thoughts during the years he had been working on attribute bonuses, which was why they had prepared so many things.

Putting everything else aside, this exquisite iron sword alone cannot be prepared in a short period of time.

"I thought Zain only knew how to fix hoes and shovels."

Otto muttered to himself as he prepared to sheath his iron sword.

But at that moment, by the light of the fire, Otto seemed to see some kind of mark branded on the blade.

It was like a semicircle formed by a bent willow branch, lingering around the hammer.

"What kind of mark is this?"

Otto had never seen Zane use a similar mark before, but since it was added by the village blacksmith, it must be some kind of symbol used to pray for himself.

Otto didn't think much of it. He immediately sheathed his iron sword and, taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to him, took his things and went back first.

As night fell and the campfire died down, leaving the village in silence, Otto packed his belongings and left the hut, preparing to head to town.

Otto wasn't good at saying goodbye. He didn't want everyone to be delayed because of him, and he didn't know what to say when saying goodbye, so he simply chose to leave when everyone was resting.

As for the brown bear, its pelt alone is worth a lot of money; consider it a small token of my gratitude to the village.

But just as Otto walked alone to the village entrance, he was surprised to find that Lance seemed to have sensed his thoughts and was already waiting at the village entrance.