When Sam returned to the Adventurers Guild, only a few minutes had passed since she left.
That Thief was still in the hall.
Seeing Sam return, he couldn’t help but mock loudly:
“Yo, yo, isn’t this our Mr.
Molten Knight?
Back so soon?
Don’t tell me you saw a High-rank Soldier-level Treant and didn’t even have the guts to fight, so you ran away with your Tail between your legs?”
This shout immediately drew many gazes.
The Adventurers whispered among themselves:
“Holy crap, that armor is so cool.”
“What a waste of such good equipment.
A set of armor like that must cost at least 20 gold coins, right?
If I were wearing that kind of gear, forget High-rank Soldier-level, I’d take down elite levels with one punch each.”
“That’s enough, you?
elite level?”
Sam didn’t bother to pay attention to these people.
Returning to the counter, she said to the receptionist:
“I’m here to settle the mission.”
“Very well, Mr.
Sam.
Currently, the client has not settled the commission, so you need to provide proof of completion,” the receptionist said matter-of-factly.
The Thief leaned over and sneered, “Tsk tsk, the Guild’s receptionists are so incompetent.
Can’t you see our Mr.
Knight here has empty hands?
Where would he get proof?’Settling a mission’—that’s just a nice way of putting it.
A failure settlement is still a settlement!
I guess he just can’t bring himself to admit he failed the commission!”
As a Self-disciplined Automaton, the receptionist did not join in the mockery, but simply looked at Sam quietly.
Sam ignored the Thief as well, slowly reaching her hand into the void in front of her, and then gradually dragging something out from it.
“Haha!
You have the nerve to call others small fry?
I’ve seen plenty of greenhorns like you who think they’re the hottest thing under the sun.
I’ve eaten more salt than you’ve eaten bread…
Holy shit?!”
The Thief was triumphantly mocking Sam when his eyes suddenly bulged out—before him, Sam had dragged half of a Treant’s body out of thin air.
*Thud.*
Fear and anger were frozen on the Treant’s old face.
A faint smell of burning still drifted from the severed, charred torso, lingering clearly within the narrow hall.
The Thief’s smug smile froze on his face.
The Adventurers watching the scene also broke into constant exclamations:
“Is that space magic?!”
“This guy looks like a Martial Artist, how can he use space magic?”
“Could he be an Esper?
Or the legendary Multi-Esper?”
“Look at the cut on that Treant.
That’s a one-hit kill.
Killing a High-rank Soldier-level Treant in one move…
this guy might be…
elite level!”
Listening to the shouts of the Adventurers, the Thief’s expression became increasingly ugly, turning a shade of ashen green.
Finally, a sliver of a smile squeezed onto his nearly distorted face:
“Um, Lord Sam, I was just joking with you…”
From beginning to end, Sam never paid him any mind.
She simply looked at the receptionist and asked, “Does this count as proof?”
“Yes, this Treant matches the monster information submitted by the client perfectly.
Here is your reward.” The receptionist handed Sam the reward previously deposited at the Guild by the client.
[Ding!
Completed first commission.
Rewards: 20 copper coins (distributed by the Adventurers Guild), 200 EXP, 10 Adventurers Guild Reputation, Bronze-rank Adventurer Class Change Voucher]
[You have obtained the Bronze-rank Adventurer Class Change Voucher.
Change class?]
“Yes.”
Sam murmured in her heart.
[Class changed to Bronze-rank Adventurer Lv1.
All four stats +2.
Obtained Initial Specialties: Basic Combat, Wilderness Survival, First Aid, Adventurers Intuition, Basic Negotiation]