Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

He recalled the scene he had seen in the Guild hall that morning.

Those students wearing Violet Academy uniforms had clearly already set out with their respective mentor teams.

So why did this one alone require a separate commission to be issued?

Lance’s mind raced.

Looking at it from another angle—

Perhaps that old fox had already unilaterally bound him to that unlucky intern the moment that guy named Gareth submitted his report.

But despite all his calculations, he hadn’t expected that Lance had shut himself in the attic these past few days making ointments, not stepping out even once.

This had directly resulted in that intern still being left unattended until now.

If this speculation was correct…