Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

The group of children that came running over were dressed quite amusingly.

Although they were clearly wearing nothing more than ordinary coarse cloth shirts, thick discarded wooden boards had been tightly strapped to their chests using rough hemp rope.

Those wooden boards were obviously meant to serve as adventurer armor.

In their hands, they tightly gripped wooden sticks of varying lengths and hastily carved short-handled wooden hammers.

Their appearance looked exactly like the civilian subjugation squads described in novels.

The little ones sprinted all the way over and stopped before Toby, panting heavily.

Leading them was a half-grown boy with a large smear of mud stuck across his cheek. He raised the sharpened short wooden stick in his hand high into the air and shouted loudly at the top of his lungs.

“Toby Adventurer Party! All members assembled!”

Looking at these little brats with serious expressions.