Chapter 111: Money? Not a Chance!
Marlon took a deep breath at those words. It was a long moment before he calmed himself enough to sheathe his Galaxy Sword. He stared at Leon for a good while before finally speaking.
“I’m starting to regret agreeing to let you join the Adventurer’s Guild.”
“Why?” Leon asked in confusion. Was Marlon really angry over just a joke?
“Because I think your mental state isn’t entirely stable. You’ve got a persecution complex. Sure, that makes your senses sharper in battle, but when it comes to dealing with people, I’m afraid one day someone will cut you down because of it. Not everyone in the Adventurer’s Guild is as calm as I am.” Marlon’s tone was serious.
Leon thought back to Marlon’s earlier outburst. Calm? He didn’t see it. But considering he’d already joked with the man—and nearly gotten himself cut down—he decided to show some respect to his future guildmaster.
“Don’t worry, Guildmaster Marlon. I only joke with people I’m close to. Strangers? I’m always polite. What you’re worried about won’t happen.”
“Heh. Well, we’re not that close, and you’ve got a knack for saying things that really tick people off.” Marlon’s cold chuckle carried a bite.
“So… can I still join the Adventurer’s Guild?” Leon pressed. That was why he’d sought Marlon out in the first place.
“Of course. As long as you pass the trial. You unlocked the fifth floor of the elevator today, so you must have seen some combat. Here’s the deal: kill fifty green Slimes and come back safely, and I’ll let you join.”