Chapter 158. The real boss
The Merchant’s Guild was exactly how I’d imagined it: clean, smooth, and nothing like the chaotic, booze-soaked Hunters Guild. There weren’t many chairs or tables around—clearly not a place to lounge and down a few bottles. No, this was strictly for business-minded people.
I walked in and headed straight to the reception desk, where a beautiful woman sat surrounded by papers and documents.
"Good afternoon, ma’am," I greeted smoothly.
"Afternoon. How can we help you?" she asked, her voice grave.
"I’m here to register as a merchant."
She scowled, her brows knitting together. "A mere boy like you? Shouldn’t you be at school, learning how to hunt slimes?"
I growled internally. Men were seriously looked down upon around here. But I had to keep my composure.
"I just want to sell my stuff and make some cash. Is there a rule that says men can’t be merchants?"
She stared at me for a while, running her hand through her smooth, flowing blue hair.
"Let’s see your Hunter’s Guild ID first."
I pulled it out.