Maxwell stood beside the door into the adventure's guild. The sun was beginning to set. He stood reminiscent of his friend Tom, his monologues about isekai this, isekai that. However, this world not full of sunshine and butterflies. Taking a breath, he went in into the massive 2 story tall building.
The first floor was filled to the brim with people talking and drinking. The smell of beer and odor made his guts retch. The ruckus was like bunch of children, disorderly. It took a moment for Maxwell now Nathaniel to reel himself back, not to lash out at these bastards that breathed freedom at the cost of his brethren's blood.
"Oohh, what's this, nice to meet you newbie." A man with a black steel breast plate and greaves approached with ale in hand. He looked like he was in his mid-twenties. "Nathaniel, nice to meet you as well. You are?" Maxwell was cordial disregarding the adventurer's disrespect.
"Peteeer, say newbie what brings a fella like you here I'm sure I haven't seen you before or have I." "Hiic-. "Peter said, he was tipsy and swayed as he spoke. "Hey Peter! It's your round, don't you dare run!" A loud shout came from a table as a girl also holding ale stood up. The leather armor showed its age. A dagger on her waist. Her muscles lean and toned, a veteran hunter.
"Who's runnin-burp- I ain't runnin. Well newbie, I gotta go, see yaaa." Peter walked away stumbling as he walked. No one seemed to be paying attention to Maxwell as walked towards the stairs that appeared to be leading to the 2nd floor, the reception of this branch.
The man had walked away before he asked but the notice boards said plenty. Going upstairs he saw, a quiet hall, with a reception desk and two women working. Two short queues of adventures. He chose randomly as he stood in line. The ruckus on the first floor seemed to be isolated by a sound barrier because even outside the building he could not hear it.
He looked from the massive windows at the village that came into view. Smoke lazily rose to the skies from what he presumed to be the the blacksmith's forges. The lords manor stood to the east, surround by a platoon of guards armed to the teeth. He recalled the church. There were few clerics inside but since this was only village it was understandable. The interior though was made of grey obsidian stones. The air felt timeless, relieving and invigorating.
A quarter of an hour he reached the desk.
"Hello, my name is Joannah. What can I help you with?" The female receptionist had hazel eyes, black hair and thin make up. A professional smile, neither friendly nor distant.
"I would like to send this letter of thanks to adventurer's Rebecca and Jason for their help. They are gold rank and were in Meldon thicket. I would also like to register as an adventurer." Maxwell spoke neither fast paced nor slow. "Ok, hand me the letter and we will deliver it as soon as we can. The fee will be one silver coin. The fee for registering will also be a silver coin. This, might come as condescending but as I can see that you are handicapped and I wouldn't recommend registering as an adventurer." Her tone was polite with concern.
"I know but aren't there occupations amongst adventurer's that do not require combat." Maxwell was adamant about being an adventurer.
"There are but ok , lets get your information then . Name, age, occupation, and what rank. Place of birth as well." She Pulled up a paper parchment. "Nathaniel Wilton, 36 years old. Magician, apprentice rank. Birport village."
A sigh escaped her lips but she nodded nonetheless. After taking down his information and the letter she placed in on a runic formation engraved on the table, an ID card manifested. "You are starting as rank F and for all rank F missions a 50% commission fee is taken by the guild. The commission fee of course decreases as you move up in ranks. Mission boards are located on the first and second floor. Good luck."
Maxwell stepped out of the guild lighter, like a massive weight lifted off his shoulders. "Only a place to stay is left." The leather pouch full of silver coins rattled a bit as he walked. His visage however instilled fear as people on the road avoided him. His murderous aura and stern face had no faded yet.
The change was rapid from a month and a half to suddenly amid civilization so it would take time to adapt. The silver sparrow inn, a reputable inn amongst adventurers. Maxwell walked and rented a room a room for 10 silvers for a month. A gold coin was worth 100 silver, a silver worth 1000 bronze coins. So, a room for a week costed 2 silver 5oo bronze coins.
The church of Minthes believed that each individual, no matter how insignificant it might seem held a purpose for his/her existence. Though they were charitable however not in money. Lilian had given him a gold coin out of her savings. She had heard about him, how he was rescued in the forest, probably after a month missing. The scene of him crying in happiness just to alive had struck a cord within her.
Maxwell vowed to repay that kindness. He was vengeful, yes and he was going to take his revenge on those that brough him here but he was not blind with revenge.
"Information." That what he needed, what happened in the month he was stuck in the forest. He was sure what happened to him happened to others as well. He was pragmatic. Sitting on the sheets he fell into deep slumber.
(A/N: Hence forth Maxwell Beaufort will be referred to as Natheniel Wilton.)
"The Rynberg empire formerly known as the Rynberg kingdom, was a small kingdom located at center of the of the domain of Vlaris. It had little military might compared to the surrounding kingdoms of Melbourne and others. However, its economic might was greater than any kingdom thus various kingdoms had lusted after its wealth. Its position allowed it to form tight relationships that served as a deterrence to those kingdoms. However, the descent of the demon emperor archmage Linnaeus and his legion of destruction had pushed the kingdom towards the brink of destruction.
Relationships and trade routes were cut as each kingdom ensured its own survival. The Rynberg kingdom left with no other choice after their loss of military and economic might scoured the remains of the kingdom of Arz. Though the summoning magic was dangerous, left with no other choice they embarked forward. The summoned beats and creatures were subjugated with soul magic and sent to fight saving the kingdom. They then subjugated the surrounding kingdoms forming the Rynberg empire." Nathaniel read about the history of the empire and vassal kingdoms.
A week had gone by and he had spent it scouring for information in the guild's library. He was covert however since he opted to be a herb gatherer such actions were normal. The guild library boasted large of amounts of information available at all branches.
Information was recorded in magic slates about the size of an A5 page. Nathaniel had spent the week familiarizing himself with various places in the village, the surrounding forest and herbology. He had planned to at least spend three months here in the village then moving to a town.
Darkstar berries among others are one of the few magical plants capable of restoring someone's broken magic circuit. He needed to find it. By rearranging one's broken circuit could hypothetically after losing an arm form a new circuit that excludes circulation to the lost limb. Many magicians have expelled from magic towers and crippled as a result or powerful mages crippled for breaking the law.
At the same time….
"Repeat what you have just said." Emperor Edward's tone turned menacing, the temperature in the room plummeted. The nobles shivered as they felt their lives threatened. Clouds casted a shadow into the throne hall. The bold ones also released their auras to push back the king's aura.
"Your Majesty, I said you do not have the right to restrict trade of mana stones, what you are doing is tyrannical and unjust!" Gasps resound from the royal faction as they cast pity at duke Marcius.
"Lord Marcius! You are in the presence of the emperor. Mind your words." Lennard barked his calm demeanor discarded. His arm resting on his sword.
"Whose emperor? You bastards you forget how you used your slaves to conquer us and make us submit! Without those slaves you are nothing!" Duke Marcius pressed further his aura crushing down on marquis Lennard. His red hair matching his title of the crimson grand knight.
"Why don't you do something about it. All bark and no bone. I am your emperor no matter the circumstances of how I came about. I AM LAW AND HOLD YOUR FATE WITHIN MY HANDS. DO NOT FORGET THAT PLEBIAN!" Emperor Edward leaned forward as he spoke; magic might and aura was laced into every syllable crushing all within the throne room. The windows cracked almost collapsing entirely.
The hall fell into silence as his words, some nobles did not take kindly to the emperor's words.
"Alright then , I invoke the kingdom of Belford's right to challenge the throne!" The hall immediately went quiet at duke Marcius's words. A flash of surprise was visible of emperor Edwards face as he did not expect Duke Marcius to invoke the right of challenge.
"Do you know the consequences of your words Marcius?" All mater of respect vanished from emperor Edward's tone as he stood up. The suppressive aura vanished from the hall as he and all noble retracted their auras.
Emperor Edward looked at the sun outside and said to Lennard "Prepare the royal colosseum."
Lennard argued "Why not wait tomorrow or a few days my lord?" "No, I will take his dog life today!." Edward said as he left towards his quarters.
"Lord Marcius, your domain won't escape the consequences of your actions." Lennard glared at Marcius and followed behind the emperor.