As Lucy Windelle left the Clown's Tent, she found her sitting in her giant chambers, located in the Castle owned by the royal family.
She was sitting by her mirror, completely shocked by the out-of-body experience she had just gone through.
Did I really just meet with a god?
The thought of what had happened caused her freckled cheeks to blush as she looked at herself in the mirror.
Afterwards, she picked her glasses off the desk and put them over her pink eyes.
The Clown said you were beautiful, Lucy. You're just as good as your sister's!
She gave herself words of assurance, just before a knock came at her door. It was her personal maid, Marviet.
"Princess Lucy," she said from beyond the door. "The King is waiting for you at the dining table."
"I'm coming," Lucy responded, rising to her feet. As she did, she noticed her dress fall to her shoulders, due to the lace being undone
"Oh, umm, Marviet. Could you come in and help me tie up my dress?"
The maid stepped into the room with a confused look on her face.
"But my lady, I just helped you tie your dress moments earlier?" She responded, as she made her way to the back of the princess and started the process again.
Lucy was glad that she couldn't see her blushing.
"Ah yes..." She stuttered. "It seems that it wasn't tied tight enough.
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Back in the Clowns' tent, Solomon had figured out a way to leave the strange location of pink mist.
All he had to do was exit the tent's curtains and step out into the streets of the city.
Instantly he was met with the beating sun from above, as well as the sights of a giant gothic city stretching around him.
Pedestrians dressed in suits and gowns walked the streets, while others travelled in carriages pulled by horses.
Solomon looked down at his own clothes to find that the pink clown suit had faded from his body, and he was wearing smart black trousers, and a white long-sleeved shirt.
He looked behind him, expecting to see the tent standing proudly at the city's centre, drawing the eyes of passersby. Instead, he found that it was made entirely of the same pink fog.
No one else seemed to notice it. People walked straight through the city square, their bodies passing through the mist as if the tent didn't exist at all.
Solomon scratched at his chin at the strange sight.
Interesting... It seems that I have the ability to erect a tent wherever I choose. However, it has no physical structure, and only I can see it.
If others wish to enter, they can pray to the God of Information, and end up seated in my stands.
Nothing in my history tells me that I am a god. In fact, the only memories I have are of travelling through the Kingdom of Olaria, ruled by King Henry. I've been an orphan since I was young and have visited a few cities to act as a clown in taverns and stuff.
However... Only after transmigrating did I unlock this strange clown-like ability.
Could I somehow have been mistaken for the god of information? Well, I'm hardly going to complain.
If I have to take on the role of god, then so be it!
After gathering a few of his thoughts, Solomon took another look around the city. He saw many locations of interest, but what caught his mind most was the nearest tavern.
His stomach rumbled, suggesting that he hadn't been fed before transmigration.
As he made his way towards the tavern, he swiftly came to the realisation that he had no money. In fact, he didn't even have a purse.
"Shit... Maybe the tavern keeper will have some sort of job that I can help with in exchange for a meal."
With this, Solomon pushed open the door and attended the tavern named "The Great Fortune".
Inside, the tables were packed with many ladies and men. Around a fireplace, a bard played songs on a flute, earning himself a few coins every now and then.
Solomon caught a few eyes, as he seemed to be one of the only people with long white hair. Not to mention, he was clearly above average when it comes to attractiveness.
Ignoring the gazes, he swiftly made his way over the bar counter, where he found a brown haired woman wearing a low-cut dress that revealed more cleavage than seemed acceptable.
He guessed that she was in her forties, and seemed to be staring at him like he was a hot meal.
"What can I get for you, handsome?" She said in a flirty manner.
I wish you wouldn't flirt with me ma'am. I'm not against the idea of milfs, but your face is a bit too wrinkly for me.
Clearing his throat, Solomon explained his situation.
"I was hoping for a meal, but I haven't got any coins to pay with. I was wondering if you had any jobs for me that I could do to earn one?"
The milf raised a brow at him.
"A man as pretty as you is broke?" She said as she cupped a hand around one of her breasts and squeezed. "I've got a job for you, but only if you're up for it."
After receiving a wink from the milf, Solomon could only remain silent.
I'm sorry, but I think I will stick to princesses and noble women.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." She then waved her hand dismissively. "There is a job for you if you're brave enough to take it, but if you aren't a mage of some sort, then I'm not sure you'll be able to complete it."
"What's the job?"
The milf pointed to the backrooms of the tavern.
"In the cellar, some sort of monster has spawned. I don't know when or why, and I haven't bothered to check. I would call an exorcist, but the wine that I've been brewing done there is... kind of against the law."
Exorcist?
At the mention of the word, Solomon's memory swung to that of the dangers residing in Altearth.
To his knowledge, this world was filled with countless monsters and horrors, and to fight against them, you had to learn the ways of magic.
Each human had the capability to use magic, as they carried multiple different veins in their bodies that granted them affinities to multiple different types of powers and abilities. These individual veins could be strengthened through different stages, with the highest being ten.
However, Solomon was unaware of what these veins were, as he had never used them before.
Regardless, part of him found that he was interested in the mission. Despite having the memories of Solomon, he couldn't recall ever seeing a living monster.
If it's been living in her attic and hasn't come out, then surely it can't be too dangerous?
"You want me to go down there and deal with the monster?"
The milfs eyes lit up. "Would you do that for me?"
"Sure. But first, I'd like you to give me a weapon, and ideally some holy water."
Without wasting any time, the woman headed upstairs and came back down holding a small sword in a sheath, as well as a small vial of sparkling water.
In Altearth, there were many gods. Creating something as simple as holy water was as simple as asking one of them to bless it.
However, the god had to be pure in nature.
"This is my dead husband's weapon, he used to be a knight." She said, handing him the sheathed blade. "If you kill the monster, it's yours to keep."
Solomon took the two items and nodded his head. He was inexperienced with the blade, but even he could tell that it was a fine weapon.
Afterwards, he was led to the backrooms where a trapdoor was built into the ground. Using a rusty key, the tavern keeper opened the door and gestured for Solomon to enter.
"Good luck." She said as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him and leaving him in the darkness.
Thanks... I'm going to need it.
Before climbing down the dark staircase, Solomon opened the vial of sparkling holy water and poured it down his sword, giving it a shiny gleam.
He felt a pure power flowing through the sword, that would help when fighting against evil spirits.
Then, holding the sword ready, he made his way down the staircase, preparing to meet whatever monster was waiting for him.