The Priest of Complete Dispel ~ Every Time I Save a Cursed Beautiful Girl with My Status Abnormal Cure Skill, For Some Reason Her Dependence on Me Maxes Out ~ - Chapter 33: The Adventurer’s Guild

Chapter 33: The Adventurer’s Guild

“—It’s huge…”

Here in the Einfilia Kingdom, Hares was counted among the four major cities, known as the adventurer’s city.

From a distance, it had already overwhelmed me, but standing before the gate, its sheer size felt like a towering wall, forcing me to crane my neck almost vertically.

We had arrived at the East Gate, apparently. It seemed the city had gates at each cardinal direction—north, south, east, and west—which alone spoke volumes about the city’s extraordinary scale.

“Hey… is that Glen?! And the whole ‘Silver Blade’ crew?!”

One of the guards stationed at the gate spotted Glen on the driver’s seat and rushed over, shouting in surprise.

“Jilbe. Been a while,” Glen said.

“The city and the guild were in an uproar when you didn’t return from that goblin extermination job!” the guard exclaimed.

“Yeah, a lot happened… but we made it back safe,” Glen replied.

…It seemed Glen was quite well-known. Not just in terms of acquaintances, but he clearly commanded genuine respect.

As a B-rank adventurer, he was among the elite in this massive city. It made sense why he and his party were so famous.

“And that young guy… a friend of yours?” the guard asked.

“Yeah. This is the guy who saved us. His name’s Shu,” Glen introduced.

“Is that so! You! Thank you so much! Let me express my gratitude too!” Jilbe said.

“Uh, yeah…” I mumbled.

…Man, that’s something.

To see someone celebrate another’s survival with such enthusiasm—Glen, just how much are you admired?

Before I knew it, Jilbe had grabbed my hands in a firm handshake.

“And… that carriage… it looks familiar—wait, isn’t that the stolen one?!”

“Uh…” I faltered.

Busted in an instant.

Yeah, this carriage was the one Iris had stolen during her escape. We found it abandoned near the forest with the horses still attached, so we used it to get here.

Honestly, this was… pretty bad.

“My carriage!!”

A slightly portly man appeared, panting heavily as he ran up, pointing at our carriage and shouting.

“…That’s the owner—Merchant Mogmo,” Jilbe explained.

“You thieves! You’re the ones who stole my carriage, aren’t you?!” Mogmo bellowed.

His anger was understandable.

But I had prepared for this situation in advance.

A merchant, huh? Perfect.

Merchants love one thing above all: money. Probably.

“Sorry… my companion stole it due to some circumstances. But how about this to make things right?”

I held out a leather pouch.

“…Trying to bribe me? You think I’d fall for—Whoa?! What’s this?!” Mogmo gasped.

“It’s a wyvern’s magic stone. Can we call it even with this?” I asked.

“F-Forgive you? This isn’t just about a carriage—this could expand my entire trading company! And… you’re saying you got this stone yourself?” Mogmo stammered, stunned as he peered into the pouch.

A wyvern’s magic stone—apparently worth enough to buy dozens of carriages.

“Yeah, I took it down. If it’s not enough, I can give you another,” I offered.

“Another?! W-W-What are you saying?! Any more, and I’d be the one in trouble! This is more than enough—beyond enough! If you gave me extra, I’d have to pay you back!” Mogmo protested.

…Wyverns really are crazy valuable, huh.

I still had some gold on hand, but maybe I should cash in more in this city.

“Good then. Mind if we keep using the carriage for now?” I asked.

“Of course! In fact, let’s do business together! Mogmo Trading Company will take full responsibility for maintaining this carriage. Whenever you need it, it’s yours for free! My company’s in the South District, and I’ll let my staff know,” Mogmo said eagerly.

“Really? That’s a big help. Mogmo, let’s work together,” I replied.

“And you are…?”

“I’m Shu. Shu Mileister.”

“Master Shu…! The pleasure is mine!” Mogmo said, shaking my hand firmly.

With a strong handshake, I entrusted the carriage to Mogmo.

We took only the essentials and headed into the city on foot.

“Iris… you were this close to getting arrested,” I said.

“Y-Yes… Thank you so much, Shu-sama. You’re always…” Iris trailed off.

“Well, it worked out. Lucky the guy you stole from was a decent merchant,” I added.

Iris, who had been hiding in the carriage, sighed in relief. Even in disguise, she was a saint candidate. Getting arrested would’ve been a massive scandal.

“Jilbe, I vouch for these three. No issues, right?” Glen asked.

“If you say so, Glen… but do they have identification?” Jilbe inquired.

“Nah, we don’t. We’ll get it issued at the guild,” Glen replied.

Apparently, identification was mandatory in this city.

But Iris had lived here before, hadn’t she? How did she manage?

“My clothes and staff served as proof of my status, so I didn’t need identification,” Iris explained.

“So they just trusted you with that? Being a saint really is something else,” I remarked.

“I’m still far from worthy. It’s just a title…” Iris said modestly.

But yeah, saint candidates clearly got special treatment.

With that, we cleared the checkpoint.

Beyond the gate stretched a wide cobblestone street. Unlike the villages we’d visited, there were hardly any wooden buildings—just orderly rows of stone structures. It was a refined sight, truly befitting a city.

“Let’s head to the Adventurer’s Guild first. Gotta get those IDs issued,” Glen said.

Led by Glen, we approached a building with a large wooden door.

Inside, adventurers filled the space—some examining job postings, others discussing with teammates, each doing as they pleased.

“Hey, it’s Glen!”

“No way! The whole ‘Silver Blade’ is here!”

“You’re alive!”

“Knew goblins couldn’t take you down!”

In no time, a crowd formed. Adventurers rushed over, celebrating Glen and his party’s safe return.

…He was popular with the guards, but it seemed he was just as beloved among adventurers.

“Sorry for worrying you all. We’re fine,” Glen said.

“Word was you might be dead!” one adventurer exclaimed.

“…A lot happened. I need to report to the Guildmaster. Let us through,” Glen requested.

“Sure—huh? Who’re your friends?” another asked.

Their gazes turned to us—no, to me.

Unlike the warm looks they gave Glen and the ‘Silver Blade’ crew, their eyes on me were sharp, almost piercing.

“…That outfit. You with the church?” one asked.

“Huh? What do you mean?” I replied.

“That’s a monk’s robe under there, right?”

“Well, yeah.”

I figured anyone could wear a monk’s robe… Was there something special about it?

“Hey, don’t give him those looks. Shu’s not with the church. He’s got a unique background. He’s our benefactor… Though, yeah, his eyes are a bit intense,” Glen said, defending me.

One extra comment, but Glen had my back.

“If it weren’t for Shu, I might be dead. No, I’d definitely be dead. So, treat him well,” Glen added.

“Is that so… If Glen says that much, my bad, man. Us adventurers get twitchy around church folk,” an adventurer apologized.

“Twitchy?” I asked.

“Yeah. They’re not trustworthy. Sky-high healing fees, forced donations, and rumors of shady deals behind the scenes,” he explained, his tone dripping with resentment.

…Well, he wasn’t wrong. Bulldog’s sex business and goblin operations were beyond shady.

“Anyway, Shu’s my benefactor. Insult him, and I won’t stay quiet,” Glen warned.

“Got it, Glen. …Shu, right? Nice to meet you,” the adventurer said.

“Likewise,” I replied, shaking his hand firmly.

Finally, we reached the reception desk.

“—Glen-san! And everyone…! I wondered why the entrance was so noisy, but it makes sense now!” the receptionist exclaimed.

The receptionist, her long olive hair tied with a red ribbon, radiated a calm yet vibrant charm. She was strikingly beautiful, even among receptionists.

“Lina. Sorry for the worry. We’re okay,” Glen said.

“Really… The Guildmaster was so worried, he was practically screaming,” she said.

“…My bad,” Glen replied with a wry smile, bowing his head.

Glancing back, I noticed Risia’s expression darken noticeably. She didn’t seem pleased with Glen chatting so casually with another woman… especially one with a bigger breasts.

Glen was handsome, so he must be popular with women. Poor Risia had her work cut out for her.

“So, Lina. First, we need to report the job’s completion—and…” Glen glanced at me before continuing. “We need IDs issued. Register this guy as an adventurer.”