The Adventurers' Association at noon was filled with a lazy atmosphere.
Even the most energetic adventurers, after making a ruckus all morning, would often choose to return to their inns for an afternoon nap, waiting until evening to continue drinking and boasting.
Coupled with the sumr heat that made everyone lethargic, the association was sparsely populated, and most of the receptionists standing behind the counters were drowsy and nodding off.
"Creak—"
The soft sound of the door opening startled the receptionist who had been continuously "nodding." She looked up to see a five-mber adventurer team appearing before her.
Like most teams returning from missions, they looked rather worse for wear—travel-stained and mostly injured.
Bern carried a cloth bag as he walked to the counter where they had originally accepted the mission. "Hello, submitting missions, numbers E1029 and E1033."
The return journey had taken considerable ti because everyone except Lin Mo was seriously injured. Even after drinking limited health potions, they still had difficulty moving, so it took them two and a half days to finally reach the town.
However, the journey was relatively smooth overall, encountering only a few groups of goblins that Lin Mo easily dealt with.
"Please present your adventurer identification..."
The staff behind the counter imdiately beca fully alert and responded with a smile.
Working as a receptionist at the Adventurers' Association offered stable employnt, decent salary, and high commissions—an excellent job in any circumstances, let alone in these difficult tis.
Therefore, the association had high requirents for them. Not only were they strict during recruitnt, but their work attitude and efficiency were also regularly assessed. Failure to et standards or receiving too many complaints from adventurers could easily lead to dismissal.
Thus, those who managed to stay, regardless of their performance records, undoubtedly possessed professional competence and service attitude.
Bern produced his adventurer identification badge, and Lin Mo also placed his badge on the counter.
As for Evan and the others, since they were all part of Bern's team, there was no need for additional procedures.
"Alright, please wait a mont... Mission numbers E1029 and E1033 confird as completed. Would you like to recycle the extra materials?"
"Recycle them."
"Understood. The mission reward totals 22 gold coins. Additionally, there are 34 goblin ears, 7 cat demon claws, and 1 sub-adult cursed pattern cat demon claw, totaling 5 gold, 58 silver, and 50 copper."
As for the remaining two minotaur horns and that adult cursed pattern cat demon claw, they completely belonged to Lin Mo, who had no intention of recycling them at the association.
Although the Adventurers' Association offered relatively fair prices for material recycling, finding the right channels to sell to those with greater need could yield at least 15% more profit.
According to the previously agreed split, Lin Mo received three-tenths of the total, which amounted to 8 gold, 27 silver, and 55 copper.
Including this, his current assets only totaled 13 gold, 75 silver, and 13 copper—not even enough to buy one health potion.
There was no helping it. Although he had purchased weapons and leather armor at cost price previously, it still cost quite a bit. Rescue missions paying 100 gold coins weren't sothing one could encounter every ti.
Normally, one had to accumulate wealth slowly, mission by mission. Even veteran adventurers like Bern needed to complete several missions before they could afford a suitable weapon.
"By the way, the money for that health potion..."
Bern took out 15 gold coins and handed them to Lin Mo.
Lin Mo took 13 of them and returned the remaining two.
"I drank a bit of it earlier, so this is enough."
Bern didn't refuse. Considering the consumption of two health potions during this mission, they had actually lost money. Having two extra gold coins would make the coming days sowhat easier.
Adventuring was never a business with enormous profits. Behind the seemingly extraordinary inco compared to ordinary people lay countless hardships. Any accident could occur during missions—if weapons or armor were damaged, one or even several missions' earnings could be wiped out.
If the situation worsened further, they might have to use extrely expensive health potions, or might not even get the chance to use them, dying directly at the hands of monsters.
That they all returned safely this ti was thanks to Lin Mo's help and trendous luck.
"We'll head back to the inn to rest first. See you later."
With that, Bern waved and left the association.
Lin Mo glanced around the hall. It seed to be Lena's day off today, as he didn't see the cat girl with silver-gray fur.
Having just returned from outside, he wasn't in a hurry to accept another mission imdiately. Lin Mo ordered a cup of barley tea, drank it in one go to slightly relieve the sumr heat, then left the association and headed toward Copper Hamr Street.
...
The afternoon business was the worst of the day.
The energetic dwarf blacksmith Edgar wasn't like most people who beca drowsy during lazy afternoons. With few custors entering the shop, he holed up in his forging room, hamring away with clanging sounds.
That kid who made him sell equipnt at a loss hadn't been seen since that morning when he ca to have protective coating added to his weapons—quite so ti had passed.
Even if he was on a mission, he should have returned for equipnt maintenance by now.
He hoped the kid hadn't ended up as monster food, otherwise this "investnt" would be a huge loss.
"Boss, a custor is here to see you."
The shop assistant called from outside.
"Wait a mont, let finish hamring this iron ingot..."
Edgar said this while swinging his hamr again.
"Stop hamring. I brought you sothing good."
However, the next mont, the forging room door was pushed open, revealing a familiar figure, followed by an anxious-looking shop assistant.
"Boss, the custor insisted on coming in..."
Edgar waved his hand, signaling the assistant to leave. The assistant breathed a sigh of relief and closed the door behind him.
The young dwarf put down his hamr, jumped down from the forging platform, walked up to Lin Mo for a careful look, then jumped up and punched his chest.
"So you're still alive... I thought you'd already beco sli dung."
"Do slis even produce dung?"
Lin Mo was montarily stunned, then said, "That's not the point. Check if this thing is valuable."
As he spoke, he took down the two enormous axes from his back—each nearly as tall as he was.
Only then did Edgar notice the massive objects he had brought. With great interest, he took one heavy axe and began tapping it with a small hamr.
"The material is pretty good... Where did you get these?"
"Killed two minotaurs and claid them as spoils."
"Oh, minotaurs..."
Edgar nodded. Given minotaurs' size, using such large axes wasn't surprising at all.
He wiped the dust from the axe blade, his mind gradually shifting away from the large piece of iron before him.
Then, a thunderous roar echoed all the way to the front counter.
"MINOTAURS?!!"
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