《Never Bring Sword Into a Gun Fight》First job in Dasi
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The next morning...
I feel miserable...
The straw and hide bed is hard that I have a better sleep sleeping on a carpeted floor in my past life.
The straw itself might be changed periodically, but the hide only gets a wash every so often that you can't sleep sideways because of the smell.
Don't even think about a blanket because you don't get any.
And don't even ask to take bath here either, because you only get a bucket of water and a piece of rag to wipe your sweat.
Luckily I have a bit of money now so I can buy fresh clothes using a miracle shop. At least I'll be a little bit fresher than reusing yesterday clothes.
Re equipping my holster, I meet Andreas and Val downstairs.
[Yo Dean! How's your night?] Andreas
[Not bad...
Hmm? Are you going somewhere Val?] Me
I can see his backpack beside him
[Yeah... I need to resume my journey to Romora today.] Val
[For a merchant, a place like this is just for a resting stop. There's no point to do a business in a place that doesn't have a lot of people passing through.] Andreas
[How about you Andre?] Me
[Me? What kind of a bard I am to let through a story about lycan? I'm not leaving until I get a complete story!] Andreas
[Hahaha.. so that's that huh?! Well, then Val. I hope we can meet again.] Me
[I hope so. Oh right. Here's for you. Consider it as thanks. It's not much, but I think you'll need it as mercenaries.] Val
A leather armor. It's true that I need it. It might be nothing considering I can get a level IIA to level IV body armor from my miracle shop, but at least this way, people will notice me as mercenaries easier.
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[Thank Val. Are you sure I didn't need to pay for it? I have some money you know.] me
[No no. I need you to take it. It's common for traveling merchants to always repay the good deeds they get in their journey.] Val
[I'll definitely use it. Thanks again.] Me
[No problem. Well then. I'll take my leave here. I'm going together with a group that the village chief send to Romora today. Take care!] Val
[[Byee. See you soon]]
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[Oyy!! You there! You're a mercenary hired by the village chief right?] Villager
A slender-looking man approaching me.
[I do. My name is Dean, a mercenary. Nice to meet you.] Me
[Hi there Dean. I'm Billy, a leader of the tonight guard. Nice to meet you.] Billy
A guard? Isn't he look too skimpy to be...? No no no, I can't be judging someone before hearing a full story.
[Why the confused face?] Billy
[Hahaha. I know. you must be thinking how a skinny person like me became a guard leader right?] Billy
[Umm. Yeah... sorry] me
[No worries, I understand. A small village like this didn't have a dedicated guard. We usually take turns to do the role. But for these three nights, because I'm actually a hunter, the village chief choose me as guard leader as I'm with the most experience handling wild animals. Well, to be honest, I have some experience with a wolf and wild dog, but not a lycan though.] Billy
[Well... Yesterday is also my first time meeting a lycan. But one thing for sure, it's one hell of a tough best.] Me
[I heard you're a magician right? It must be very though then if even a magician is saying that. Well then Dean, I need you to guard on top of the guardtower over there for tonight.] Billy
[Leave it to me!] Me
[sigh... I just hope we can survive these three nights.] Billy
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