Chapter 315 – The Bee Rush

In fact, being an adventurer was an adventurer, but in reality, they were nothing more than city workers with knives.

It is said that it is a surprisingly multitasking job that also includes robbers, workers and beggars.

Why is this an adventurer?

I don’t know why it’s called an adventurer in spite of this shit, but there is a feeling that it’s too late to call it a mercenary.

Because other world mercenaries were literally a group of crazy serial killer bastards who formed an organized group and waged professional warfare.

That’s why it’s too vague to be called a mercenary.

How can an adventurer, a brat, and the like be fooled by war-hardened killers? He could never be called a mercenary, so he is an adventurer.

Mercenaries are experts in war. Adventurers are real dog catchers.

That’s it.

ㅡAdventurer.

However, in the first place, there is no such thing as an adventure.

All they do is literally doing shitty chores and violent things like monster hunting. The only adventure is that you smell money and move from place to place.

No dreams or hopes

Seeing that Columbus is also called an adventurer, adventurer may be an abusive term in that he is a scumbag who does shit.

Without further ado, adventurers are really just lowly ordinary people who simply have weapons, and their production capacity and base. Or the poor people who have no family or home, risking their lives to hunt monsters for a few cooper coins.

No matter which country you go to, there are people of the lower class, and in another world, that’s what they call adventurers. Even today they crawl out of the walls to earn a few coppers.

Some of them work diligently, and some have a righteous heart, but maybe five out of ten are scum that turn into murderous robbers if they get a chance. There is no way that those who make killing a business in the first place are normal. Isn’t Columbus like that?

Well… That doesn’t mean they’re particularly unhappy.

Wouldn’t the young flies, who have no foundation, no home, no land, and no technology, starve to death without such a thing?

It’s time to give thanks for being alive.

The earth and the other world are the same.

Even from the city’s point of view, all kinds of troublesome work is done at a cheap price, so there is no special regulation, so there is a corner to make money at any time.

—-What adventurers earn and live on.

In fact, the adventurer’s guild owes a lot to this.

Those who run guilds and eat with the powerful in the city are the main culprits of ransoming adventurers.

The guild’s motto is to solve it quickly and quickly by concentrating all the work in the city into the guild, like a middle window.

Of course, there are bound to be many users.

Wouldn’t it be faster to put in a request to a guild and wait than for an individual to ask for a person and make a request?

This is the role of the guild.

Of course, the guild didn’t pay much attention to the lower class adventurers. Just as adventurers are only adventurers on horses, the adventurer’s guild is also an adventurer’s guild on horses.

It is understandable considering that there is no benefit to F~E adventurers.

To the guild, such worm-like buggers are just beings who have to take the stance of ‘earn money while doing scavenger hunts and pay commissions’.

Anyway, there are a lot of adventurers, and beggars who work for money are also overflowing. Even if you treat them like shit, the adventurers who are like beggars have no choice but to work cheaply and come to pay commissions.

The most fucked up thing is that even though I’m so obliged to devote myself, I don’t really do anything to protect it.

All they do is offload work and the party registration system.

In fact, this party system is really just a minimal measure that was created with the intention of preventing murderers from tricking and killing one person.

The bare minimum of not having to worry about being killed by party members when you just go to work together. Of course, it’s not uncommon to kill all the people you want to kill and run away to another city.

Ah, how could the life of an adventurer be so damn fucked up?

There are no unions in this world. They just have to live in the system that was created while being exploited with their lives as collateral.

I think that this bizarre lifestyle can be said to have arisen because there are monsters in this world.

—-This is roughly the concept of being an adventurer that I know roughly. To be honest, I don’t know much about it, so I think there are some vague parts.

However, this is the story of F-E class adventurers, who make up ‘most’ of adventurers, and things change a lot from D class like me.

D-class adventurers who have been recognized for their sword-wielding skills and reliability to some extent are key members of the guild, giving them benefits and entrusting them with various important quests.

Real things like subjugation of the monster gangs that appeared in the farming village. Something that requires force that idiots like F and E can never do.

But it’s not that difficult.

At the same time, it doesn’t cost that much money.

As expected, befitting a group of chores, the scale is not very large even though it is D-class.

The request to subdue the Hobgoblin that occupied the mine the other day is just average for a D-class. Even if farmers tried to solve the problem with a pitchfork, wouldn’t many of them die? It’s better to just spend a few bucks and use people.

Well, this is the essential reason why the adventurer business is prevalent.

So, in fact, the label of a C-class adventurer is no different from the final tech as an adventurer.

For example, there is a cockatrice.

In another world, such bloody monsters appear quite frequently.

It was not necessary to use soldiers to subdue such a subtle large monster, but that did not mean that F-D class adventurers could subdue it.

C-class adventurers do this.

They are also key members of the guild. As true guild members, they receive many benefits while solving problems that need real solutions.

At this point, it could be said that he did not do chores at all and engaged in professional monster hunting.

But here a question arises.

So what about B grade? What about A grade?

To answer that, whether it’s B-class or A-class, in fact, it exists only nominally, and it’s safe to say that there is no reality.

A large monster stronger than Cockatrice.

It would be nice to replace such a high-ranking adventurer with something like that, but those with that level of power wouldn’t do such trivial things as adventurers. If you have that much skill, why would you be an adventurer?

There are many things that are better, more convenient, and pay more.

Disasters that require such skillful people are the tasks that city powers must solve. Usually, soldiers or knights are put in for this task.

So there is nothing for adventurers to do.

The ogre subjugation was merely a gathering of adventurers with swords at a low price to reduce the damage to the young lady of Isvant and the privates.

Of course, it seems that the calculations are a little off, but there is no need to compensate adventurers who have fallen behind like maggots, so thanks to the adventurers who died there, the guild must have increased the ship by gulp the support money received from various places.

In these events, the guild benefits even if the adventurer dies.

And well, the army took care of the Orc gang that appeared in the Baron Dodens territory, but the adventurers were entrusted with the task of dealing with the defeated soldiers.

That’s it.

“What.”

I was looking at the guild’s bulletin board, and for some reason, I just had that thought.

Currently on the bulletin board, there are F-level requests for gathering, E-level requests to subdue the goblins who run amok with excitement in the cruel season of spring. And even the D-class request I was supposed to do was messily hung up.

After looking closely at one of them, I found something quite absurd.

“A killer wasp?”

Winia, who was going in and out of the Mage Tower, said that the jungle that was created nearby stopped exploding and became fixed and blended with the terrain.

Unknown to others, we speculate that perhaps Alaune collapsed and the expansion stopped.

So it seemed that the local economy was revitalized because of the jungle that had just become a topography and various jobs, but the accident was also activated.

The content of the request was that the giant hornets that flew from the jungle were killing people and kidnapping children. Underneath it, there was a small note written saying that the damage was great because it constantly interfered with the maneuvering of the corps.

The content of this D-class request was that if he subdued the wasp, he would receive a prize of 1 silver for every three heads.

Due to the high number of victims, the rating seemed to have been upgraded.

A supplementary explanation was also written in red next to the note that the situation was being captured that many adventurers and ordinary residents had already been cut into pieces by wasps and taken to their nests.

“It’s fucking scary.”

Could this be the poisonous insect from the hell I saw last time?

But those pups weren’t big enough to cut people apart. It’s strange if it’s not that it has grown rapidly.

It’s a pity you don’t see Copson.

In my head, I had an ominous image of a giant killer wasp savagely killing a child playing in the field, turning it into meat dumplings and feeding it to the larvae.

I felt fear so much that the hairs on my body stood on end.

What kind of effect would the solitude created by such a huge wasp have?… It was so frightening that my teeth trembled.

I went back to the inn and explained this to Winia.
Cloudy seems to have been out for a while.

“I know. I heard about it from the Mage Tower.”
“Wouldn’t it be nice to have 1 silver for 3 heads?”
“That’s right. Shall we go then?”

When Cloudy comes, the three of us decided to go.

As soon as I came in, I watered Alaune’s flower, or Laune for short. The red petals were in a state of wide open, but it was so strange that they turned their heads when I watered them.

It’s kind of cute.

“Alaunera…”

It occurred to me that maybe this was the whole reason why the killer wasps were infested. Perhaps. Literally maybe. Now that the queen who would be the loser of the forest is gone, isn’t she trying to make things like that happen?

What a terrible delusion.

I shook my thoughts to the other side.

First of all, I need to take a look at the heads of those killer hornets. It wouldn’t be too late to decide to start working in earnest after seeing them.

“Right, bastard. I’ve been researching flowers.”
“Oh. What the hell are flowers doing?”

Winia came to me while I was giving water and said.

“I don’t know because there are few documents and there are no data on the exact substance, but the words that have been handed down say that it is probably used as a top-notch alchemy or magic material. It’s unclear, but there are also rumors that it is used to make special elixirs.”

I know it’s amazing, but I haven’t been able to explain it yet.

If that’s the case, I guess I’ll have no choice but to keep growing.

“But when I searched for legends and folktales other than data, there were several passages that I wanted to experiment with.”
“Experiment? What is it?”
“Bastard, let’s get some dick out.”
“What! Why!”

It was so out of the blue that I was taken aback. Since I am in shock, Winia said as if persuading.

“There is a story that the blood from the death row inmates’ necks, the cerebrospinal fluid of those who died of famine, or the semen of men rich in yang spur growth. But I can’t get the first two, can I? “

After explaining that, she grinned and lightly tapped my crotch.

But the blood of executed prisoners or the cerebrospinal fluid of those who died from starvation… Somehow, the bloody and brutality of all the ingredients felt like Alaune itself.

“But. Lastly. Us. There’s a bastard, right?”

ㅡ Tuk tuk tuk.

Well.

“Come on, bastard! Let’s get the dick out! I’ll do it with my hands today!”
“No, what the hell is this maniac… Yes.”

Seeing Winia smiling broadly, all I could think of was to do what she asked me to do. I want to experiment, but I have to let them do it.

ㅡ Whoops.

I immediately lowered my pants.

“Are you dead?”
“Would you like to stand up?”
“Cook cook. What should I use?”
“Chest!”

Winia undressed, revealing her own large breasts.

“Chuck-chuck-chuck. You cute bastard. Do you like my breasts that much?”
“So good Lehu.”

She stretched out both of her hands and pinched her cheek once, laughing at her cuteness of her, then got down on her knees and started doing her paizuri on the spot, and she naturally got her erection of her.

“Do you like bastards?”
“I love it…!”

The object buried between her breasts her, rubbed between them, gave her a dreamlike pleasure. It wasn’t long before her sense of ejaculation took over, and interrupting her paizuri, she aimed my cock at her planter and waved her hand rapidly.

ㅡ Tak Tak Tak Tak Tak.

There was no way he could withstand the handjob that followed Paisley.

ㅡ View! View!

As a result, I ended up doing a really ridiculous trip to make bukkake on flowers. The spurted semen soaked the petals and pooled down the stem.

I can’t believe it.

I really did not know that I would be making bukkake with flowers in my life.