Debuffed Farmer

“It’s distracting to see you pop in and out of existence.”

“Um, I’m sorry?”

“No, next time, go somewhere more discreet when you do it.”

“But this is my house.”

Entitlement issues from a hot girl aside, I had around 300 EXP Beans which would directly correlate to around 120 Tokens. It was a decent number, but my shop didn’t exactly provide me with many things that were immediately useful to me.

Whatever the case, I might visit the town hall tomorrow and register as an adventurer.

*

Clara was back bright and early, sitting by my house, reading her book. It didn’t matter to me that much, in fact, it actually improved the aesthetic of my house (in layman’s terms, she made my house less of an eyesore to look at, because she’s hot). It was also good to have someone to keep Seria company.

I had made my way to the town hall quite early in the morning, in the hopes that it wouldn’t be crowded with all the people I saw last time.

“…Hahaha! That’s a good one, Meredith!”

“I’m a bit of a comedian if you will~! You want some butter to go along with that?”

“Of course! Is that even a question?!”

Seems I was wrong—to an extent. The reception area was unoccupied, likely because this ‘Meredith’ person was busy flirting with the generic muscly men who were fawning over (probably) her cooking. To be fair, these boys were clearly on the bulk, with muscles that could crush boulders (figuratively—wait, why did I even clarify this, it’s pretty obvious?).

Anywho, I made my way over and stood awkwardly.

I waited a little while.

And a few more whiles.

Okay, this is getting embarrassing when are you coming over?

I waited even more whi—

“Hey, boy! Are you looking for me? The reception isn’t open for another thirty minutes.”

Now what the heck.

Looking over at the blonde-haired attendant; well, at least that was what I thought her hair colour seemed like. There was a slight smudge of red, strawberry blonde? Not quite. Oh well, no need for such deep introspection on her follicle hue.

Well, what am I supposed to do now? Have a walk around outside?

This was a bit awkward.

One of the large muscly men (I’ll call him Chad for now), waved at me.

“Hey, while you’re waiting, why don’t you come join us?”

I might as well.

“Sure.”

Taking a seat beside some big bros, they greeted me with a level of kindness only a cliche friendly giant could. I wonder if they had lots of EM-wave capacity or if they were just pure physical types.

“What are you doing down here? I haven’t seen your face around.”

“I came from pretty far away.”

“That’s pretty interesting. Do you live here now?”

“Yeah, a little while out.”

“Ain’t that something? What did come here for?”

“Huh? To be an adventurer.”

“Really? Has that been your dream for a while now?”

Now, I feel like there’s been a slight misunderstanding in our brief moment of small talk. It seems that he thinks that I’ve dreamed of being an adventure, and made the subsequent decision to come down to Gram Village.

Ah, well, there’s no point in fixing it. I might as well play along.

“Yeah.”

“That’s great! We’ve certainly got lots of jobs here.”

One of Chad’s friends budged in.

“Yeah! We’re pretty busy almost every day. There are quite a few difficult ones that even we can’t touch though. Those belong to the upper class.”

Thanks for the exposition drop. But, upper-class? Clara did inform me that the upper class received their Realisers earlier, but I’m pretty surprised that they spend their time doing odd jobs. I guess these weren’t the super-upper-class (royalty), so I guess it made sense.

“Interesting. How does being an adventurer work?”

“It’s pretty simple, just go register when Meredith opens up the reception. She’ll do a little test with you and then give you your adventurer’s card. Then you just go up and grab any of the jobs that they have on the job wall.”

Pretty standard stuff.

“Cool, I’ll do that in a second.”

“Are you going to get anything to eat?”

“Ah, I’m pretty broke at the moment.”

“That’s fine, it’s on me!”

“Really? Thanks, Chad.”

“Who’s Chad?”

Oh crap, I forgot that Chad was only his imaginary name I made up in my mind. It was in the heat of the moment and my social ability wasn’t great either.

“Ah… Chad was my brother’s name. I’m just used to saying it.”

“Ahaha.”

Why did I make up a lie like that? On the bright side, the conversation is flowing nicely—see? I’m not that socially awkward after all.

“Hey, Meredith! Get us another six of your pancakes, this boy needs some more muscle!”

“…coming right up!”

Six pancakes, that sounded like quite a bit.

Saves me from having to buy food later (or eat my beans), although I didn’t exactly need more muscle. Regardless, food was always good.

Yummy yummy yummy—oh no my habit of trying to fill up empty space is coming back. Wait, I’m not even talking though.

“By the way, little boy. What’s your name?”

“It’s Rin.”

He stuck out his large hairy hand, one quite resembling that of a gorilla. It sounds like an insult but I honestly mean it as a compliment.

“Nice to meet you, I’m Randy.”

It was a more soft-sounding name than I expected. Maybe that was just from other connotations of people I’ve met in the past.

Regardless, the pancakes that Meredith cooked looked pretty nice. My smell and taste senses were a bit fucked up so I couldn’t really comment on those aspected.

“How is it?”

“It’s nice.”

“Of course! Our Meredith here makes the best breakfasts!”

Ain’t that nice.

Anyways, finishing off the food they graciously purchased for me, I was finally able to head up to the reception where Meredith was waiting.

“Now, what can I do for you.”