âOh yes, did you say that the reason you are going to âOulheimâ was because of that battleground championship?â
The old man sitting in the leading carriage asked Cloud.
Oulheim is the capital of the Kingdom of Alitia and is famous for the fierce battleground championship that is held once in every four years.
As Cloud nodded, the old man shook his head with a sigh.
âPossessing the exploratory spirit of a youth is a good thing, but think again lad. Even if youâre an A-class adventurer, thatâs not an easy place to survive. It is a hellhole where even S-class adventurers often die.â
âI appreciate the concern of the elderly, but I have already made up my mind.â
âHey, letâs think about it again. Havenât you achieved an A-class achievement at such an early age? How many greater achievements can you achieve if you hone your skills in the future? You have a tip-top bright future waiting right in front of you, do you really need to take such a risk?â
The old manâs tone was sincere, he was genuinely worried about Cloud. From his point of view, he wanted to stop this young lad from taking a wrong route, he wanted to steer this young man to the right path who was of similar age to that of his grandson. After all, he couldnât just let him go to die.
But Cloud confuted with a grin.
âOld man, do you remember the story you told me earlier? That story about you running away from a well-to-do family and setting up an independent shopping mall business.â
âUmmm⌠I rememberâŚâ
âAt that time, you threw yourself into danger despite having all the luxuries one will deeply envy. As a result, you have now built a business that is much larger than the original family worth.â
âOh, you mean to say that I and you are the same? Boy, listen carefully, I sells things, and you use a sword, okay?â
âItâs the same when it comes to an end. Itâs either dying of starvation because of business failure, or getting stabbed to death because of skill failure.â
âHaah, donât say a word anymore. SoâŚhow about, in a way of showing respect to your elder, you will call quits on this absurd decision?â
âI donât even have an elder in my family, old man. If youâre interested, youâre welcome to try to become my step-grandfather.â
âCrazy chap.â
No matter who laughed first, the old man and Cloud together burst into fits of laughter.
The other escorts and hired adventurers, who were looking at them, looked envious.
Although the old manâs shopping center business was not a shopping center chain that was famed all across the entire continent, it was still well-known in this area.
Moreover, this old man was not even a commoner.
Although he ran away from home, he was the second son of a Lord.
But a measly newly promoted A-class adventurer was freely joking around with such a personâŚ
Some adventurers were blatantly jealous.
âDamn, I should have been at that position.â
âEven that old man is a big fool, what makes a guy like that so amazing? That face, teh, looks like a parasitic leech.â
However, the guards of the old man were around them, so they couldnât even mumble, just complained inside their mind.
Like that, their journey towards Oulheim continued. That was so, until dozens of people appeared and blocked the way up to the mountain pass. They were all armed.
âAre they bandits?â
âStop.â
The old man stopped Cloud from drawing his sword.
âWhy are you stopping me?â
âI think you said it hasnât been a year since you became an adventurer? Then you mustnât know. It is customary to pay money in moderation when bandits block the route.â
âIs that so?â
At the old manâs words, Cloud nodded without questioning further. A merchant must have his merchantâs law. As a hired adventurer, it was not his job to meddle in their affairs.
Instead, Cloud turned his gaze to the front.
A person who appeared to be the head of the bandit gang and a personnel of the shopping mall were having a conversation.
Maybe itâs a negotiation on the toll amount, butâŚ
Splash-!
Judging from the scene as the poor employeeâs head that was sent flying off, it seems that the negotiation didnât go well.
The faces of the old man as well as the guards and adventurers hardened.
The captain of the escorts, who commanded the guards, rode forward on his horse.
âWho is your representative?â
âItâs me.â
The man who just blew off a manâs head stepped forward. It was a man with a hood on his head and a top off. The manâs body was buffed with toned muscles.
âHow should I address you?â
âWhy bother calling me by a different name? Just call me Boss.â
âAll right. Why did you harm a member of our convoy who came to negotiate?â
âI told you to call me Boss, you punk. As for why did I kill him? Of course that bastard was trying to cheat on us.â
âYou mean he tried to cheat you? What kind of fraud did he commit for you to blow off his head all the way from his shoulders?â
âOf course, itâs about our reasonable toll. Even if you try to negotiate, you have to negotiate moderately, and that with proper respect. 5000 gold toll for going up this far. Have you seen farts?â
ââŚhow much do you want?â
âEverything in the wagons. If you give it to us, you all will save your lives.â
âEveryone, in position!â
At the words of the escort captain, the guards and the adventurers drew out their weapons. The bandits around them stretched their arrows on the bow.
A tense pressure sparked between the two sides.
As if it wouldnât be strange if a fight broke out in the next second.
The escort captain warned the bandit leader.
âAre you sure you want to handle it like this?â
âWhy wouldnât I be like this? I gave you guys a choice. It was you all who rejected it.â
âWho gave you that order?â
The old manâs voice sounded in.
He could easily point out that these dorks were no ordinary bandits, and that they had no intention of keeping the members of the convoy alive from the very beginning.
The bandit boss, the one who should now be called the leader of the assassins put on a surprised expression.
âSure enough, not everyone can become the owner of a large shopping district.â
âTake my life and everything in the wagon. Instead, I want others to live. Isnât anything other than that pointless killing?â
âOld Master, what are you saying?!â
âYou be quiet!â
The old man ordered the captain of the guards.
On the other hand, the head of the assassins smiled bitterly.
âI wish I had someone like you as my employer. And Iâm sorry, but Iâll decline the offer. Theyâve already seen our faces, how can they live?â
The assassinsâ leader raised his hand.
When that hand comes down, the fight will begin with the arrows raining downwards. Those who survive the arrows will be brutally murdered by those over fifty skilled assassins.
It was the time for the faces of those who had participated in this mission to became dark.
âHey, old man, do you have any potions with you?â
Breaking the heavy silence, Cloud asked the worried old man. He had a flat tone that did not match the atmosphere, so the old man thought that he had heard it wrong.
âPotion?â
âYou donât?â
âNo, there is.â
âGive me one.â
âUm⌠I see.â
The old man took out a glass bottle from his waist pocket and handed it to Cloud. Cloud looked at the color of the potion stored in the glass bottle.
Bright and bloody red with no impurities.
It was an advanced potion.
âThank you.â
He nodded once, opened the potionâs lid, and poured half of it into his mouth. He drew his sword and slowly walked towards the head of assassins.
It looked so natural, and it was so ridiculous that everyone was unable to speak words.
âHeh wimp, what are you dâŚâ
It was when the assassinsâ leader opened his mouth with a cruel smirk. Cloud spurred from his location and rushed at the head of the leader.
It happened in an instant, and the speed at which he spurred was damn too fast.
When the assassins came to their senses, Cloud was already close to the assassinsâ leader. They couldnât shoot their bow in this distance.
âWhat kind of crazy person is this?!â
The head of the assassins took out his sword and slashed at the front as it was. Cloud slit his back in the air as he leaned down.
However, Cloudâs posture was not for dodging the attack.