Building The First Adventurer Guild In Another World-Chapter 255: Young Lord

The Guild Hall buzzed with a steady hum, the kind that signaled a place operating at full capacity. It wasn’t the chaotic noise of a tavern; instead, it was the sound of people lining up, papers rustling, boots shifting on the floor, coins clinking together, and voices rising and falling in quick bursts as missions were accepted, completed, debated, and paid for.

The large counter on the left had been divided into sections as Boren intended: one for registration, another for accepting missions, one for turning in completed tasks, yet another for payments and rewards, and finally a space dedicated to handling complaints before they escalated into conflicts.

Five receptionists in matching Guild uniforms moved with an ease that suggested years of experience despite it only being days since they started.

Their smiles were calm but not naive; their pens moved quickly across paper while their eyes remained sharp enough to catch any hint of deceit. They looked tired from dealing with a constant stream of visitors since morning.

Boren no longer sweated like he used to or dashed around like a messenger; instead, he sat further back behind the counter with reports stacked beside him and a ledger open before him.

He checked numbers and skimmed through brief notes from the training ground, stable, and front gate. Occasionally he would lift his head to offer small instructions accompanied by that polite manager smile that made people underestimate him.

"Next," Mira called from the registration section in a voice that was sweet yet firm as she tapped her pen twice against the table. "Name, age, and your Warrior Rank. If you lie now, we’ll find out later and you’ll pay a fine, so save us both some time."

The young warrior standing before her swallowed hard but tried to project confidence. "T-Temir. Twenty. 3-Star Expert Knight."

"Good," Mira replied without showing much emotion, just doing her job.

"Sign here. Fingerprint here," she instructed while handing over a badge and an ID card. "Keep it safe; if you lose it, you’ll have to pay for a replacement."

Temir nodded eagerly as he accepted the badge like it was his ticket to a brighter future while behind him the line continued moving forward, there was no time to waste today.

At the mission acceptance section nearby, Selene leaned forward with her polite smile. "You’re interested in an escort contract? Which route? The Eastwatch Port or Silverpine? The port route pays less but is safer; Silverpine pays more but isn’t exactly peaceful right now."

Across from her stood a rugged man marked by scars yet wearing an air of calmness. "Silverpine," he answered decisively.

Selene didn’t pass judgment; she simply nodded in acknowledgment. "Team size?"

"Four."

"You can accept it if you sign this risk clause," she said as she slid over the paperwork. "And remember to report back here afterward, even if nothing happens."

On the far end of the hall, Rosaline managed payments with a gentle smile that held firm resolve.

"Count it," she instructed a merchant settling a contract.

"Don’t try to short us and then blame your own hands for miscounting."

The merchant chuckled awkwardly. "Would I do that?"

Rosaline’s smile remained unchanged. "Yes."

A ripple of laughter passed through the hall, not loud but enough to redden the merchant’s ears. Even Valeria, leaning against a pillar near the counter, cracked open one eye briefly before closing it again, as if to say, Good. Keep them disciplined.

Boren observed the scene for a moment before returning his focus to his ledger. He muttered under his breath, "If the boss sees this, he’ll act like it’s all part of the plan," and resumed checking daily numbers with his pen.

Just as he was about to call for the next report, an unusual sound at the front door caught his attention.

It wasn’t the typical noise of patrons entering; it was louder and more assertive, someone pushing the doors wider than necessary for all to notice.

Gradually, conversations faded away, not due to any command for silence but because instinct warned everyone that trouble had arrived.

Words trailed off mid-sentence as chairs scraped lightly while some Adventurers shifted uneasily. Heads turned toward the entrance in unison until nearly everyone in the hall was focused in one direction.

A young man strode in with an air of ownership over the space. Dressed in a crimson coat adorned with gold thread, a fabric too fine for this dusty quarter, his polished boots gleamed almost out of place on the wooden floor. His hair was neatly tied back; his face smooth; sharp eyes surveyed everything around him; and a small proud smirk hinted at someone who had never truly faced rejection.

Following closely behind were four guards bearing the City Lord’s crest on their armor, moving as if they expected others to step aside without being asked.

Boren’s gaze slowly lifted from his papers. He didn’t leap up or show panic; instead, he assessed and quickly understood who had entered.

Valeria opened both eyes this time and kept them wide open.

The young man paused just inside the hall, surveying it as if appraising market stalls before addressing those present in a voice designed to carry without raising volume.

"So this is it," he remarked with half amusement. "The famous Adventurer Guild branch everyone keeps talking about."

Boren stood up deliberately and set down his pen as if time were on his side.

Leaning slightly over the counter in a polite yet controlled manner, he replied, "Welcome to the Adventurer Guild, my lord. How can we assist you today?"

The young man’s eyes narrowed, clearly displeased by the calmness in Boren’s voice. "My lord?" he echoed, a hint of sarcasm lacing his tone.

"Good. At least you understand titles. That suggests you might grasp the significance of my next question."

Boren maintained his smile. "Go ahead and ask."

The young man stepped forward, boots tapping against the floor, and positioned himself at the center of the counter area where everyone could hear him.