Chapter 6: Neighboring Village (Part 2)
After turning all of the bandits to the guards in the village, the man in full armor showed me to his place. His name was Jackson, and he called himself a "Mithril Adventurer," whatever that meant.
As we walked there, he told me a little bit about the problems that the village had been facing the past few months.
Apparently, this was the settlement closest to the End Forest, so not many people managed to explore or adventure in these parts, much less live here.
The Lord, who was meant to be the one taking care of the territory, didn't like to spend his time in such a remote area, so he was never there.
Lately, they had been having trouble with goblins trying to raid the village. The residents asked the King and the Lord for help, but being in such a remote area made it almost impossible for the backup to arrive on time.
That's why the people in the village had to resort to hiring adventurers to protect them. "Adventurer" was an actual job in this world. These were people who would go to a place called the "Adventurer's Guild" and register themselves.
Once they got their permits and ranks, they were able to take on requests posted on these guilds' boards.
The closest town with an adventurer's guild was 5 days away from the village. The residents had to keep scouts around the edge of the forest at all times so that in case of an emergency, they could have enough time to go ask for help.
'So, at minimum, they get the help they asked for 10 days later... that's pretty bad...' I thought as I listened to Jackson.
Seemed like my thoughts were clearly reflected on my face because as soon as I started pondering, Jackson intervened:
"This village doesn't make a lot of money, so the villagers keep a general fund for hiring adventurers. Even then, the pay is usually not worth it for any adventurer to go on a trip for weeks to one of the most dangerous areas in the world, y' know?" He explained.