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Translated By Arcane Translations
Translator: Vine
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Six days had passed since he received the raid request.
They had arrived at the port city a day earlier.
They had to check the situation, hear the details, and prepare.
The port city.
It might have been better than the Count’s territory in terms of scenery.
The city was crowded since it was a trading hub, but the people’s faces were gloomy.
“Look at their faces. I thought this was a funeral.”
“They’re basically unemployed.”
Fishermen and sailors who had lost their jobs due to the monster attack. They reminded him of small business owners whose shops were closed due to COVID.
“We had a week to prepare. They probably had it worse.”
“Probably.”
How much did they lose?
If minimum wage was 9160 won, 8 hours a day, 5 days a week…
Hmm…
He tried to calculate it.
He failed.
It must’ve been a lot.
“Wasn’t there a guy who went fishing alone?”
He had heard rumors at the restaurant.
There was a guy who went fishing because he was short on living expenses. What had happened to him?
“I heard he didn’t come back.”
“He’s dead.”
What else would happen if someone didn’t return from the sea for several days?
He was dead.
The city was in bad shape.
Unemployed people sighing, people drinking from early in the morning.
“Let’s go to the port before we get infected.”
““Okay.””
They left, worried about bad luck.
The port was busy with preparations for the raid.
Large cargo ships lined the harbor.
It was the busiest place in the city.
People were loading supplies onto a huge ship.
“Oh! That is!”
He spotted barrels on a cart.
With fuses sticking out like cowlicks.
It was the bombs he had been searching for.
I should get a few.
“Load all the bombs onto the ship! Hey, you! Be careful! We’ll all die if that explodes here!”
A loud voice caught his attention.
A woman with orange hair was standing on top of a box, giving orders.
She seemed to be the A-rank adventurer in charge.
Her hair was long, reaching her waist, wild like a lion’s mane.
She had ears and a tail. A beastkin.
First time seeing a beastkin other than Luna.
He had heard of them. But most high-ranking beastkins were out doing quests.
She was carrying a large sword, a claymore, perhaps.
Her armor exposed her midriff.
Why not bikini armor?
Power was proportional to exposure. That was why she wasn’t S-rank.
He hadn’t seen any bikini armor yet.
As they approached, she noticed them. Her ears twitched.
“Who are you?”
“Why aren’t you wearing bikini armor?”
“…What?”
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Luna stopped him before he could ruin the first impression.
But he had to ask.
“Luke…”
Tch. They’re always so quick-witted.
She had drawn her sword, but sheathed it after seeing Luna. She seemed pleased to meet another beastkin. They shook hands.
“So, you’re the guys sent by old man Argo?”
“Yup.”
“What rank?”
“Pre-B-rank.”
She looked at them skeptically.
“You look C-rank.”
“That’s because we are.”
She raised an eyebrow.
He hadn’t lied.
“What guild are you from?”
He showed her the letter.
She examined it.
“He sent this…?”
“C-rank pretending to be B-rank? Is he kidding…!”
They *were* C-rank pretending to be B-rank.
“Well, he wouldn’t send them if they weren’t skilled.”
Argo was A-rank. There must be levels even within A-rank.
“I’m Hazel, in charge of this raid.”
“Watashi no namae wa Luke desu.”
“…What?”
“…I’ll introduce them.”
Luna intervened.
“This is Luke, I’m Luna, and she’s Yui.”
“Uh… your party leader is… interesting.”
“It’s the first time I’ve heard that.”
“Luke, please…”
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They met Hazel, the commander, and excused themselves, saying they had to prepare.
We do need to prepare.
They were looking for a place to buy supplies, but not a blacksmith.
“I understand that you need hunting tools, but… why a bar?”
“There are hunting tools in bars too.”
She was still so close-minded.
“Yui. Are monsters affected by alcohol?”
“I don’t know…?”
“Vampires are monsters. What about you?”
“I do get drunk, but maybe that’s because vampires are closer to humans?”
He was curious.
“Remember my hangover?”
“Of course! You were a mess. We had to carry you back and you threw up at the guild.”
“That’s a good memory now.”
“That’s not a good memory…”
It would be later.
“Anyway, it’s not a guarantee. I’m just getting it just in case.”
He’d rather get cheap alcohol than expensive metal equipment that would break.
They headed for a bar.
The bar was full of unemployed men, drinking.
They look pathetic.
The bartender was a woman with huge breasts.
She’s going to get harassed.
“How much alcohol do you have?”
“A lot…?”
“I’ll take it all.”
“Uh… do you have money?”
“Of course.”
He placed a gold coin on the counter.
Her eyes widened.
It wasn’t that much. It would be more than enough.
“Hey… you’re being greedy. What are *we* supposed to drink?”
One of the men at an empty table approached him.
He should’ve realized that he was a noble, seeing his uniform and gold, but he must have been drunk.
“It’s daytime. Why are you drinking?!”
*Thwack!*
“Kuhuk!”
He punched him in the head.
It made a nice sound.
The others started to cheer.
“Look at him getting beaten up by a kid!”
“Tch, tch, losers.”
“What?!”
Their faces hardened.
There was a commotion.
They might’ve been strong, but they were still normal people.
He beat them up and took one alive for an experiment.
“Bartender! A barrel of alcohol here!”
She was hiding behind the counter.
“What’s wrong?”
“I-I don’t know anything…”
Was she scared?
“Just give me the alcohol.”
“Okay…!”
She filled a cup.
“Try it! Let’s test your limits!”
“Mmm!”
He tried to force the cup on the man.
“It’s free alcohol. Drink it.”
He refused.
“Sigh… this isn’t working.”
He didn’t want to do this to a man, but…
“Falcon Punch!”
“Guh!”
He punched him in the gut.
He passed out.
“Ugh. He passed out.”
He poured the alcohol down his throat.
He repeated it.
The man passed out before finishing a barrel.
“Okay. A normal adult male is one barrel. Got it.”
“Did you need to cause a scene…?”
“Yui. If you let them walk all over you, they’ll do it again.”
He had to establish dominance.
The bartender showed them a storeroom.
It was filled with barrels.
He put them all in his inventory, paid, and left the bar.
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Now they’re going to be afraid of touching a drop of alcohol…