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Chapter 203: Quest Tavern

Some of the price tags made his eyes pop out, including one particularly ornate sword that was priced at five hundred thousand coin pieces.

'Hmm, what about this one?' Adam picked up a sword that was worth twenty five thousand shinecoins.

If he purchased it, he wouldn't have enough for a shield, but he didn't really care as he had his wings and armor that gave him great defense already.

He wondered whether he even had any need for a shield anymore.

He thought about switching to greatsword and focusing solely on offense while leaving the defense aspect for his wings.

'This is a nice sword.'

Adam looked at the sword in his hand.

It was greatsword with the blade being a shade of silver and the hilt made of polished oak. Its blade's thickness was same as of longsword, but its length was much longer, around two meters long.

It felt light to wield, which made it perfect for his style of combat, as he didn't want a weapon that would hinder his speed.

"Sir, did you find a weapon that you'd like?" The shop's owner, Dr. Locksmith, came over to him after finishing up with the previous customer.

They were the only ones remaining at the store.

"This one," Adam said as he swung the greatsword in his hand.

"Oh, Greatsword of the Forgotten King, a fine choice indeed," Dr. Locksmith said with a smile.

"Forgotten King?" Adam asked out of curiosity. "Who is this forgotten king you're speaking of?"

"That's the thing; no one knows." Dr. Locksmith said. "Someone had to be the king before the King Moriarty's rise to the throne, but no one remembers and knows who it was.

"When you check out the sword's information, you'll see that the sword's name is the Greatsword of the Forgotten King, so that's how I know."

"Interesting." Adam checked out the information, and the name was indeed inscribed there. "You think the current King knows?"

"Who knows." Dr. Locksmith shrugged his shoulders. "It's not that expensive because its attributes are only worth that much."

"You don't care about the fact that this blade belonged to a king?" Adam asked. "The stuff of kings usually comes with a price."

"I don't really care about it." Dr. Locksmith said. "Maybe that's just the sword's name, and it actually didn't belong to any king, but the blacksmith who forged it named it as such."

"That could be true." Adam said. "I'll take this."

"Then follow me to the counter; let's finish the transaction."

After going to the counter, Adam paid the whole sum for the greatsword and saw his total wealth go down with a great margin.

With a slight pang in his heart, he gave the money away and then left the weapon store, a new sword strapped on his back.

Since it was such a long sword, it didn't fit to any ordinary scabbard, so there was a custom one for it that was to be strapped on the back.

Usually, he had his shield strapped on his back, but he stored his Heater Shield in his inventory as he didn't feel like using it.

He also planned on perhaps putting it away into his room's storage so that it wouldn't bring extra weight on his travels as inventory's weight mattered.

'I'll go check out that Quest Tavern. It's been a while since I've been there," he thought to himself.

...

The Quest Tavern's swinging doors creaked open one after another as the patrons inside laughed and clinked their glasses together.

Through the swinging doors, Adam entered the loud, smoky room, feeling a sense of nostalgia wash over him.

It wasn't even a night yet.

The sky was turning slightly orange, but the tavern was already full.

While drinking the tavern's very own-brewed ale, the cityfolk laughed and chatted.

Some of them had finished a long day at work, some mercenaries were sharing stories of their latest adventures, and a group of minstrels had already begun to play.

Within all the noise and commotion, several people were gathered around the quest board that had tattered posters nailed to it.

Adam went straight to the quest board.

He didn't come here to drink and eat-he came for a new adventure to embark on.

While looking around the quest board, he came across a particularly interesting poster that

caught his eye.

[Quest: Capture the Thief!]

[Rank: Holyman and above]

[Location: Mercenary Street]

[Description: A thief has been roaming these streets, right at the front steps of the mercenaries, and yet the thief had not been caught, telling a lot about the skills and cunning of this criminal. Find the thief, capture him, and bring him to justice]

[Reward: 2,500 shinecoins]

'2,500 shinecoins isn't much, but it's pretty interesting quest.'

He took the quest poster from the board and walked to the bartender and put it down on the

counter.

"I'd like to take this quest."

The bartender checked out the quest and pointed to the back door. "Go talk to the owner of this establishment. She takes care of the quests."

Adam nodded, took the quest poster with him, and walked to the door that seemed like it would lead to the back alleyway, but there was actually yet another room behind it.

With a couple of knocks, he heard a voice, and then he opened the door.

In the small office with a stench of cigarettes and alcohol, a busty-chested woman in a red dress sat behind a cluttered desk, smoking and drinking at the same time.

She was far from a lady.

"A quest taker?" She asked. "I see the poster in your hand. Stop wasting my time, and come

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"Very well." Adam put the quest on her desk, right beside the empty bottles of alcohol and cigarette butts.

"That thief quest, yeah..." she put her hand forth. "Give me your mercenary card; I'll have to confirm that you have the skills required to complete this."

"I am still Ordergiver." Adam said."

"Hah..." she scoffed. "You'll need more than just bravado for this one. This thief is also a

killer."

"I might be Ordergiver, but my strength is not." Adam said. "I'll allow you to check me out

with Kiryoku."

"Very well." She used her Kiryoku on him, and after a moment, she put another cigarette between her rosy lips. "I see. Give me your mercenary card; I'll register you."

After handing over his card, she wrote his name down in the logbook, and after a few strokes

of the pen, she recognized the name that she was writing.

"Well, well, dear me." She looked at him. "We got a celebrity in here, huh. To think that

someone of your... status would deal with these backwater quests."

Adam looked into her eyes and saw a glint of amusement.

"Just you know, it doesn't matter here what kind of genius you are. You can be the King, yet

you wouldn't gain a single ounce of respect from anyone in these circles."

"I know. Scar and the Scarless." Adam nodded. "I heard about it."

She laughed and said. "My name's Shura. I can give you a proper scar; what do you say?"

"I already have a scar." Adam said and lifted his shirt. "A painful one."

As soon as she said the scar, she licked her lips and asked. "Do you want to fuck?"

"Excuse me?" Adam slowly lowered his shirt.

Shura leaned on her chair and crossed her long legs, then after a couple of puffs of smoke.

She said:

"You heard me. Do you want to fuck?"

"I am here only for the quest." Adam said. "I'll have to pass."

"Shame." She said and shook her head. "That scar was indeed beautiful. It's worth more than

you can imagine. It tells a thousand different tales to those who know how to read them."

"You know how to read the scars?" Adam asked curiously.

"I can." Shura said. "You received the scar from a powerful enemy, yet, somehow, you're the

last one standing in that fight. I must admit, it made me wet."

"That's nice, I guess." Adam picked up the quest. "Can I go finish the quest now?"

"You may," she said. "The thief is a slippery one. This quest had been failed two times

already, but y'know the saying."

"Third time's the charm." Adam replied.

Shura raised a cup for him and wished him good luck.

With that, he left the room and headed straight out of the tavern to embark on his quest.