Cardboard Houses Do Not Tear

4 – I become a mercenary!*

After writing the contract, I went to the mercenary guild branch with Hwaran.

The huge three-story wooden building located near the main street was still there.

The smell of rotting wood that still gently stings your nostrils, and the mercenaries covered in mats lying in front of them.

Ignoring them and opening the door, I saw a large space.

The Hebrides branch was crowded with people today as well.

Perhaps it had rained the previous day, the wooden floor was already full of water, but the wood, which hadn’t been plowed for a long time and had rotted away, kept it on top instead of absorbing it.

And in the reception area where requests were exchanged far away, the receptionists were faithfully engaged in emotional labor today as well.

“What are you doing? I’m not going in.”

“The superior should go first. Isn’t that obvious?”

“Eh. It’s not like I’m ordering arrows.”

Even so, Huaruan, whose mouth was slightly raised, went in first, followed by walking inside.

As usual, I could feel the warm gaze towards the new character.

Most of them faded like sparks, but there were still quite a few leftovers today.

I just turned my eyes to the left and glanced at them.

Near the already-extinguished fireplace and a wooden table with slightly uneven surfaces that had been scratched by dampness, several people who had been lying around with a bottle of wine were staring at Hwaruan.

There was no hostility in their eyes. It’s just to see if there’s anything to do.

But he ignored his gaze and headed for the stairs. Because today’s purpose wasn’t those guys.

The slightly more luxuriously decorated reception area, which was separated from one side of the second floor, was free from the crowds below.

“Welcome, Hwaran.”

A female receptionist in a waitress uniform stood in the reception area and greeted us politely, looking at Hwaran to be exact.

The wavy blond hair that came down to his shoulders came down like a sunshade, and Hwar An answered curtly, as if he was annoyed by the long pretense.

“Mary. Play in moderation You know I hate that.”

Hwaran waved his hand roughly. Then an educated smile appeared on her face.

“What are you here for today? Did you bring Mr. Assei, who you usually leave alone on the first floor, to the window?”

“Assey endured for 5 years.”

Hwaran patted me on the shoulder and said.

“I decided to join our mercenary corps as a free man, so I came to apply for a status change.”

This is TMI, but I have been unpaid for 5 years. There was no salary or grade or anything.

Whether it’s drawing an aura from a sword or casting light from the sky, slave mercenaries have no rank, so they can’t be promoted or renewed without the owner’s permission.

Then Mary’s eyes widened.

“Have you already endured 5 years as a slave mercenary?”

“Ummm. So you ask, Mary? By any chance, how many recently endured 5 years as slaves and mercenaries?”

Hwaran asked Merry proudly. She excused herself for a moment and then disappeared.

“Well, I haven’t been in North Brittany for almost 10 years. In terms of all Britians, about 17 people have come up in 15 years. Almost all of the people who changed their status to free people quit their mercenary activities.”

By the way, let’s go with the common sense that slave mercenaries are rarely used in southern Britain.

In short, all but one of those seven people are from the North.

And Mary, who kept her charming smile on her face, said, “This is the first case without any bodily defects,” And gave her a round of applause as she looked at me. Pair, pair.

It would be embarrassing if she hit it alone, so I hit it with her. Pair, pair, pair.

“Congratulations on surviving. Aye Mr. Now you’re a living joke in the mercenary industry.”

“If you’ve been doing this for a long time, can’t you congratulate him on surviving? For some reason, just hearing that word makes me feel like my luck is over.”

“Whoops, that’s a joke.”

As with most of her emotional labor, she smiled at my boring answer before asking.

“Then, can I renew the mercenary card with the word Golpion G-House?”

“Yes. Please do so.”

“Do you know what happens all over the world?”

Hwaran asked again. The tone was like seeing a grandfather who came to our store and boasted that his son had passed the exam.

“Uh, that is…”

“hahahaha! You know that’s not what you’re looking for here, Hwaran. Please talk to me.”

Then, as if a superior would come out when her big hands fluttered, a blond man with neatly combed hair approached from behind the window with a half-fat, half-laugh smile.

The clothes full of primary colors and the fact that he was approaching with his thick belly bobbing back and forth showed that he was a person of some level.

“Uphouse! Nice to meet you You must have become the branch manager here. It’s something to live for a long time.”

“hehehe. It happened. Long time no see. Hwaran.”

While the two were shaking hands and talking, Mary asked me.

“Anyway, you came here to get a mercenary plaque, right? Grades start at F grade.”

FYI, in the past, I raised two ranks and started at least D, maybe even C. It was a preferential treatment that came from the judgment that ‘those who have been rolling for 5 years will do quite a bit of cutting’.

However, the biggest reason for the loss of preferential treatment, whether in Korea or in another world, is an accident. It’s a very big accident that makes even the employer f*cked.

After that, when you renewed your status from a slave to a free mercenary, you had to start at F rank. Anyway, those who will climb will rise quickly anyway.

I nodded because I had heard such a story on the way.

“That’s right. Hwaran will pay the bill.”

“Then please wait a moment.”

***

After a while, I received a mercenary plaque proving that I had become an official mercenary of the Hwaruan Mercenary Corps.

As a bonus, congratulations saying ‘Congratulations that you will survive in the future’.

Thank you for not forgetting to do it. Mr. Mary.

When I said that, Mary’s face turned slightly red. Was it to hold back her laughter?

I wondered if I said something wrong. After all, emotional labor is hard.

On the other hand, Huaruan, who accepted Uphouse’s request to meet alone, went into the parlor on the second floor.

Looking at it from above, it was clearly rotten in places.

Anyway, I would have made a lot of money, but I’ll tear it down and build a new one out of stones. Or are you buying a new building?

I don’t know if it’s because it was built entirely of wood with almost no repairs or because it rained, but the stench lingers all the way here.

Even the rat roaming the floor in the far corner is staggering.

There.

“Hey you bastard! Are you calling me sick just now? You’ve never heard of Bajin’s name, have you?”

“Hey, I thought you put your cock in your ear, but I guess you put your cock in your eye? How dare you argue with Kyle!”

―Kudangtang!

There are even cubs who fight like that and even make their ears overwork, so it’s really icing on the cake.

Looking at it, they’re E-class guys.

Still, the level is higher than mine.

“Stop fighting!”

―Pak!

“Evil!!”

“I didn’t do anything wrong, damn! It hurts!!”

If there is anyone who throws me here and looks at it from an omniscient first-person perspective, welcome to see the reality of the mercenary in another world, metaphysical asshole like a combination of a constellation and a lintel.

This is hope and romance, an adventurer’s guild where young men and women get along, aspiration and aspiration, a wizard guild overflowing with seekers and psychopaths, a world of hope and despair, a different world where murderers and believers get along. Office Hebrides branch.

But even in a damn place like this, there are a few things that aren’t rotten wood.

These are the mercenaries with unknown faces, watching the battle while watching the fight like a jangseung, and the small mercenary plaques made of bronze that I have in my hand.

The mercenary plaque, the size of a country love card, filled with the smell of bronze, was cold and heavy, unlike the wooden mercenary plaques used for slaves.

[Class F Mercenary – Golfian G-House]

Under it, there was a record of being a free man after serving 5 years as a slave mercenary in Northern Britain, and a golden star.

Mary Marlowe says that’s a sign that’s a plus factor when hiring, meaning you have a unique track record.

Because it means that she became a free person, it doesn’t seem like anything, but as she said earlier, surviving more than 5 years as a slave mercenary in this industry is like a joke.

Since most slave mercenaries are only eaten on battlefields where they have no place to escape, there is little use in the south of Britian, and there is no mercenary leader who does not hire free manpower.

And this is the northern part of Britian, one of the best in the other world, where fictitious battles break out on fictitious days. That’s why as soon as the number of cases is caught, slave mercenaries are to go to the battlefield.

The battlefield is equal for everyone. If you are strong, you will be intensively checked and die, and if you are weak, you will be trampled on without being checked.

That’s why most slaves die and fall apart after not lasting more than two years.

It was hard to supply those slaves at any time, so it was one of the reasons why Huar An only chose one or two slave mercenaries to use, but in fact, he was an outlier.

A small elite.

Even those who have awakened mana right away or endured for 10 years as a war mercenary are backstabbing and getting hit by a blind arrow in the neck on this floor.

But Hwaran’s choice was right, and I endured those five years, so that’s it.

To put it in a nutshell, I have a title that will cause me to be accused of counterfeiting this bastard even if I just throw that mercenary plaque anywhere.

Of course, with the mercenary guild’s magical treatment, you can know that it’s genuine, and if you covered up the fact that you were a slave, you wouldn’t be arrested because you wouldn’t be an idiot to put up with counterfeiting.

Anyway, there is no sign of Huaruan coming out. Is he talking about something important?

No matter how much I look at the rotten wood, I’m not used to it. He held the mercenary plaque to his nose and sniffed it.

“Um, smell.”

It may sound crazy, but the strong smell of iron calmed my mind.

This mercenary plaque can be seen to play the same role as a passport that can be used throughout the other world except for some bans and demons. This is possible because mercenaries are needed everywhere.

Although he is currently in Hwar’an’s mercenary army, he will have to wander to return to Earth, and when that time comes, he will be useful.

Because there is nothing in my dictionary that I have not been able to revise my thesis all my life, and that I live by earning other people’s money by cutting a knife day by day, and then turning into fertilizer for a single flower under an unknown mountain.