Stray

Old John had worked in the Mercenary Guild Registration Office for thirty years.

Strictly speaking, he wasn’t yet fifty years old yet, but he didn’t have much ambition and revealed a lazy aura comparable to that of an old man. The veteran mercenaries who usually came and went directly used “Old John”.

The Mercenary Guild had always been very friendly to old employees. With the ability to recite all the weird regulations, Old John could still sit in this small management room for more than a decade.

The treatment wasn’t much, but it was enough to feed a family.

He has no magical talents, and his body was too weak to do work that required physical strength. Old John wasn’t very dissatisfied with the status quo. Even if he earned less, he could at least enjoy the leisure. He liked teaching youngsters and those under him usually can deal with most situation, while the more uncommon things required him to go out in person.

‘What a shame,’ he thought to himself, pushing an unopened thick envelope aside.

It was an invitation letter from the faculty of Clementine Academy.

To be honest, Old John was excited to go, but he simply couldn’t go. As he got older and couldn’t bear to spend a lot of money on continuous treatment, his waist problems worsened rapidly. He couldn’t stand for more than two hours without the cushion embroidered with a magic array.

Not to mention being an ancient elven language professor who needed to do fieldwork.