Ventair POV
Returning to Ventair, after separating from the two angels, he made his way to the Adventurers' Guild headquarters in the village.
The guild's headquarters wasn't far from the inn where he was staying, so he walked past the inn, and after a short stroll, he arrived at the guild building.
From the outside, the place looked quite large, with two floors.
Although not as big as the inn, it was spacious enough to accommodate hundreds of people at once.
Above the door, a sign read: 'Rion Village Adventurers' Guild Headquarters'.
Ventair stood before the guild's entrance, surveyed his surroundings for a moment, and then decided to enter.
He pushed the door open and stepped inside.
As he entered, a bustling and noisy scene greeted him.
Groups were discussing missions in front of the quest board, while adventurers sat at tables, eating and chatting amongst themselves.
When he walked in, a few people glanced his way, but seeing someone dressed as discreetly as an assassin, they quickly looked away.
To them, assassins were always secretive and mysterious, so there was nothing noteworthy to focus on.
When Ventair realized he wasn't attracting much attention, he let out a subtle sigh of relief, though he also felt a slight disappointment—after all, who wouldn't want to be in the spotlight like a protagonist, just once?
He quickly pushed that thought aside and headed to an empty reception desk.
Seeing him approach, the young female receptionist smiled kindly and asked:
"Sir, how may I help you?"
Ventair calmly replied:
"I'm here to register our group to join the Adventurers' Guild."
"Is that permissible?"
As he asked this, he felt a little anxious, as normally, registering for membership somewhere usually required all members to be present, but he was alone.
The receptionist, hearing his question, smiled back:
"Sir, you can pre-register your group, and after one week, if your group still wishes to be adventurers, then all members will be required to be present to receive their badges."
"For now, I will write down the names in your group, and after one week, everyone will come here and receive their black-level badges."
Ventair nodded, indicating he understood.
The receptionist then went to the back, retrieved a thick ledger, opened it to a blank page, and asked him to read out the names to fill in.
He decided his group would initially consist of just three people: himself, Seraphiel, and Abyzarai.
She then recorded the three names in the ledger: Ventair, Sera, and Aby.
After finishing, the receptionist said:
"So, you have now completed your registration. Next, within one week, your group must complete five H-rank quests to officially join the guild."
"Oh, and one more thing I forgot to mention, quests are categorized by ranks, with H being the lowest and EX the highest."
"They are categorized as follows: H-G-F-E-D-C-B-A-S-SS-SSS-EX." "And adventurers of black rank and below can only accept H-rank quests."
"This is to ensure that people do not become arrogant and choose quests beyond their capabilities, causing unnecessary casualties."
Ventair replied:
"Alright, I understand, thank you."
With that, he turned towards the quest board, quietly thinking to himself:
'With my current strength, I could easily defeat everyone in this village, let alone these low-level quests.'
'These should be overkill quests, not over-the-top.'
He then approached the quest board. It was less crowded now, and he immediately looked for H-rank quests.
He wasn't foolish enough to choose higher-level quests, as that would be no different than calling himself arrogant and overconfident in his abilities.
And if he revealed his true power, it would only attract unnecessary attention and trouble, so it was better to follow the guild's rules.
He looked at the H-rank quest board and found there were more quests than he had expected, probably over twenty here.
All of them were ridiculously easy tasks like finding lost items, gathering materials, or doing various odd jobs like carrying goods, pet-sitting, helping to plant trees...
These quests left him speechless. They were indeed very 'suitable' for new adventurers, but not for a new adventurer like him.
He genuinely wanted to choose combat quests rather than these, but he could only sigh and then scan the quest board once more.
Still, he didn't see any quests he wanted, so he gave up.
He decided to return to the inn now and wait for the two angels to come back so he could discuss things with them later.
Then he left the guild headquarters and headed back to the inn.
Upon returning to the inn and stepping inside, he found the place still a bit empty.
Since it was still light outside, he decided to go to the library to read.
Entering the library, he walked past the librarian's desk, but this time he didn't see the librarian anywhere.
However, he didn't pay it any mind and proceeded to look for interesting books to read.
After a while of searching, he found books about the customs and lifestyles of other races.
He found them intriguing, so he took one and returned to the spot where he first sat to read.
He also realized that the library was usually sparsely populated; perhaps no one was interested in reading these books.
He went to the chair he had once sat in, settled down, and began to enjoy the book.
Time passed quickly without him noticing.
Unconsciously, he had sat there until evening; when he looked out the window, the sun had already begun to set.
He was speechless at how engrossed he had become; when he arrived, it was still morning, but now it was already dark.
Perhaps this was partly because when he was on Earth, he was so focused on his work that he rarely paid attention to time, and it was the same now.
And as far as he knew, time in this world was divided similarly to Earth: twenty-four hours a day, seven days a week, and twelve months a year.
He decided to return to his room; Seraphiel and Abyzarai must have returned by now.
He stood up, returned the book to its original place, and then walked past the librarian's desk again, but still saw no one.
Perhaps the librarian had taken the day off. With that thought, he left the library and returned to his room.