Chapter 200
Chapter 53: A-Class Adventurer
Before long, a swordsman draped in a pitch-black trench coat and a hood obscuring his face emerged at the entrance of the Adventurers’ Guild.
His dark cloak was adorned with purple thorn-like patterns, emitting an eerie and flamboyant aura. The swordsman wasn’t particularly muscular, yet he radiated an unmatched presence, like a sword that hadn’t been drawn yet—seemingly unassuming and low-key, but undeniable in its extraordinary nature.
This certainly caught the attention of a crowd of adventurers.
However, when they attempted to sense his aura, they found only confusion, unable to discern the truth from the illusion.
A fresh face, and a formidable one.
Many glanced at Roy with intrigued eyes.
Roy looked around, feeling a sense of bewilderment.
The Academy City was indeed a big city; its vibrancy was incomparable to that of Mufeng City, and even the Adventurers’ Guild was on a completely different level.
Inside the broad entrance, retro decor centered around oak wood flourished, and the hustle and bustle seemed to stretch endlessly.
The center of the guild featured a counter for accepting quests, with walls laden with various mission assignments and merit insignias. In one corner, an assortment of extraordinary materials brought back from adventures piled high, while adventurers of various races and appearances busily hustled about, filling the entire guild with a palpable energy.
Most importantly—just look at the number of Extraordinary Beings!
Almost everyone in sight was an Extraordinary Being!
Though Sequence 7’s strong ones were few and far between, this ratio was still staggering. Every adventurer was well-equipped, striding confidently, their eyes gleaming with sharpness; they were nothing like the third-rate types swinging a club around.
This was the Adventurers’ Guild as Roy had imagined!
In this moment, Roy felt somewhat moved.
Unfortunately, most were Sequence 8 and 9; glancing around, he didn’t spot anyone from Sequence 7.
Just as he was about to approach the counter, a tall figure rudely blocked his way.
“Hey, kid, nice gear you’ve got! Where were you hanging out before?” a burly bald man leaned against a pillar, speaking with a flippant tone.
Out of the corner of his eye, Roy noticed several adventurers with ill intentions closing in, trapping him from both sides.
Further away, spectators regarded him with a mix of curiosity and scrutiny.
The Shadow Veil could obscure extraordinary fluctuations, but it also emitted a powerful aura.
In a new place like this, it was only normal for someone to want to test the waters.
This was exactly what Roy was counting on.
A bunch of small fries looking for trouble, typical!
Roy turned back and deliberately rasped a cold chuckle.
“Some things, you’d be better off never knowing.”
The big guy paused, and the adventurers who seemed to be his underlings exchanged confused looks.
Roy brushed past them, not giving them a second thought.
This arrogance naturally irritated the big man.
“Hey, kid, still acting tough? Don’t think your fancy gear makes you invincible!”
The burly man’s face darkened as he suddenly gripped Roy’s shoulder.
The young boy merely turned to glance back.
The big man froze, feeling like he was facing some enormous beast, small and insignificant as an ant; he broke into a cold sweat, completely rooted to the spot.
Only when Roy averted his gaze did he let out a yelp, retracting his hand like a kid caught misbehaving, scrambling back into the crowd in a panic.
“Mans! We were supposed to test out the newcomer—what the hell are you doing?!”
“Shut up, you idiot! That guy is something else… That pressure, must be a high-ranking Extraordinary Being!”
No adventurer disrespected a strong one, and as soon as Mans said this, the surrounding jeers instantly quieted down.
“You’re an experienced Sequence 8 yourself, he’s higher than you—at least Sequence 7, right?”
However, Mans hesitated for a moment and replied blankly, “I… don’t know!”
He clearly sensed the pressure earlier, but he couldn’t pin down the other’s extraordinary level—it was frankly too bizarre.
Roy made his way to the front, and the cute counter girl immediately greeted him enthusiastically.
Many adventurers preferred to hide their true appearances, so she wasn’t particularly surprised by Roy’s outfit.
“Hello, sir! How may I assist you today?”
“Information.” Roy paused, his voice grave as he spoke each word carefully: “About the Blood Clan’s legacy.”
That’s right; while he claimed to be looking for the Certificate of Kingship, Roy did have some leads.
There was indeed an artifact infused with ancient demigod powers that matched what he was looking for, which was due to make an appearance soon.
But this caused the counter girl some bewilderment.
The Blood Clan’s legacy? That was a relic from the First Era, not something just any old information could provide!
In the girl’s mind, this guy was probably just a noble brat who’d read one too many novels—there were quite a few of those around.
Roy remained silent, maintaining the persona of a tough character as he casually tossed his identification badge onto the counter.
The counter girl’s friendly smile vanished in an instant.
A, A-Class?!
Though it was a part-time gig, an adventurer’s rank couldn’t be faked!
An A-Class adventurer typically held an average level around Sequence 7, meaning he could stand shoulder to shoulder with many minor nobles! He might even represent some kind of power!
The counter girl dared not be negligent at all and immediately buried her head into the documents.
But the outcome was just as she expected.
The young girl nervously looked up and said awkwardly, “I’m sorry, sir, but regarding the Blood Clan—even the news of vampiric creatures has been scarce lately.”
Currently, most vampiric creatures were merely monsters that had inherited some Blood Clan bloodlines, not even true vampires. Even so, they were quite rare; it was a stroke of luck for one relevant commission to appear in a month.
Roy wasn’t surprised, though.
He merely estimated that the news regarding the Blood Clan’s legacy should be circulating soon; even if it wasn’t, it was only a matter of time.
In the original story, the Blood Clan’s legacy was merely a background element, not a focal storyline, so Roy could only estimate a rough idea.
In any case, he just needed to be informed as soon as the news broke.
“Once there’s any news about the Blood Clan’s legacy, let me know immediately.”
Roy maintained the persona of a skilled individual, casually tossing a gold coin and a piece of paper in front of her.
The paper had his pre-prepared mailing address written on it.
Gray had informed him that tipping the counter girl would lead her to take care of him a bit better. For example, she might give him a heads-up before the official quest info was released, helping him get a jump on things.
The young girl’s eyes lit up.
Gold coins!
That was equivalent to her entire year’s salary!
This tip was more than generous!
No wonder he was an A-Class adventurer!
However, looking at the glimmering coin, the counter girl didn’t dare to take it immediately; instead, she wore an apologetic expression as she said, “Sir, the information about the Blood Clan isn’t easy to find; there might not be any solid intel for years.”
Roy, however, ominously replied, “No, it will come soon.”
With that, Roy turned and left.
The girl couldn’t comprehend why he was so certain, but adhering to her professional ethics and showing respect for the gold coin, she committed the matter to memory.
That evening, in the underground tavern of the Thieves’ Guild.
After a day of hustle, the thieves were partying hard, toasting with scantily clad women and boasting about their day’s exploits.
Behind the bar where these petty thieves gathered, a tall, gaunt man with a hooked nose wasn’t indulging in the chaos but rather playing with a strangely crescent-shaped black dagger.
Listening to his lackeys’ reports, the man’s eyes chilled, deep in thought.
“Surprisingly, we’re not the only ones after that thing.”
He glanced sideways at the green-robed woman at the bar and spoke in a low voice.
“This isn’t what we agreed upon, Cultist.”
