I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 211

Chapter 64: Brother Sword Demon

The Adventurers’ Guild at night was always filled with cheers, celebrations, and the noisy ruckus of drunkards.

In one corner of the guild, a disgruntled young man was yelling and waving his wine glass, drawing the attention of everyone around him.

“Damn it! I’m Reid, not some babysitter for noble kids!”

“Exactly, why should we take care of those spoiled brats from noble families?!”

“Tasks like this are the worst; they’re just a bunch of troublemaking young masters and misses, right?!”

Reid was not happy.

He was a quintessential adventurer, brimming with passion, seeking thrills, loving adventures, and craving wealth.

Having a taste for danger, he had reached the peak of Sequence 8, just a step away from Sequence 7.

However, he had just been informed by the guild that he would need to lead a group of students to explore relics, which felt like a bucket of cold water poured over him.

First, there was hardly any profit in such tasks; second, if something went wrong, the responsibility wouldn’t fall on the students; most importantly, these kids were often inexperienced and clueless about the dangers around.

These three factors combined were as miserable as it could get.

There had been a student before who, relying on his Sequence 8 status, charged into a group of goblins—thinking they posed no threat, being far below even Sequence 9. Little did he know, goblins were extraordinary beings in the wild that even Sequence 7 adventurers dared not provoke, leading to the annihilation of the entire team.

“Boss, why don’t we find an excuse to refuse?” “Yeah, why should we bother with those bratty kids?!” “I heard there are wyverns migrating near Lionheart; let’s go hunt those instead!”

Reid, a bit tipsy, took a big swig of wine as everyone egged him on, laughing: “Alright! I’ll refuse this mission and take you guys to hunt wyverns in the northwest tomorrow!”

“That’s what being an adventurer is all about!”

Everyone cheered, the atmosphere reaching its peak.

But just then, a cold, severe whisper, like an eerie black wind, swept away their enthusiasm.

“You must go.”

Reid turned around, startled to find a swordsman cloaked in black and shrouded in shadows had somehow appeared behind him.

Adventurers loved excitement.

To put it plainly, they enjoyed causing trouble and fighting.

Reid stood up, towering over this younger guy who was a bit shorter than him, and said casually, “What I do is none of your business, kid.”

Suddenly, the young man stretched out his hand and pushed forward sharply.

Unexpectedly, it felt like pushing on a rock; Reid couldn’t budge him even an inch, but instead staggered backward.

The man sighed softly, as if trying to patiently educate an ignorant child: “If you don’t go, you’ll have to find someone else last-minute to take care of those students; it’ll be a hassle.”

“Boss, go for it!” “Teach this kid a lesson!”

The surrounding adventurers were still egging Reid on, but after hearing the stranger’s words, Reid registered what they meant and sobered up a bit.

“You, are you the guarantor?”

The black-clad swordsman nodded silently.

Reid was fully awakened now.

To ensure the safety of students, every mission had to have an A-Rank Adventurer as a guarantor. In other words, the guy was at least Sequence 7!

Upon reflection, there had indeed been a new A-Rank Adventurer recently, obsessively collecting information about the Blood Clan—and his task was precisely to explore the remnants of the Blood Clan!

However, the guarantor was also an adventurer, and generally, they didn’t show high enthusiasm for tasks, but this was the first time Reid had seen one so eager as to make a special appearance before the task even started!

“Shut the hell up!”

The boss’s angry shout resounded like thunder, instantly silencing the boisterous crowd.

“Damn… uh, I mean, brother, it’s an honor to meet ya.”

It’s always good to show respect to the strong, but Reid didn’t really fear him.

You’re interested in the Blood Clan ruins; what does that have to do with me?

What’s gonna happen? If I refuse this job, can you kill me?

Reid straightened up but suddenly hunched over, scratching his head awkwardly, and forced a laugh: “But, we need to eat in our line of work; there’s hardly any profit in this kind of task, it’s really inconvenient for me…”

Before he could finish, the black-clad swordsman suddenly raised a hand.

Reid’s gaze turned cold, he quickly stepped back, thinking the guy might show off his skills, and got into a defensive stance.

But the swordsman just slightly loosened his hand toward the table.

Clink clink clink.

Golden coins poured out like rain from the swordsman’s hand, piling up into a small mountain, dazzling every adventurer’s eyes present.

Roy didn’t want to waste time.

Besides, having more strength was always better; in the original story, Nia had gotten seriously injured, likely because Reid had fled last minute, making way for some useless replacements.

Reid wasn’t completely useless—he was pretty handy, so it worked for Roy.

“Is ten wyverns’ worth enough?”

What adventurers sought was merely adventure and wealth.

Actually, Reid craved the thrill of adventure even more than the superficial gold.

But the offer was just too generous—ten wyverns’ worth meant they’d never earn that much even if they worked hard for a whole year, even if some might die!

Reid pounded his chest and declared earnestly, “Bro! The future flowers of Veszyra need protection; serving them is my honor!”

“Take good care of those two students. Also, I will be following you; I won’t reveal myself if there’s no danger.”

“Deal!”

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Information was like flowing water, always trickling from the cracks into the ears of those with ulterior motives.

And thieves were experts at gathering intel.

“Sword Demon is indeed making a move…”

The lean, sharp-eyed leader of a thief group, Andy, rubbed his chin and listened to his subordinate’s report, his expression darkening.

The practical examination site of the Magic Academy just happened to choose that relic.

Only a few students posed no threat, and the accompanying adventurers were mostly weaklings, not to mention the guarantor, an A-Rank Adventurer who could also be taken down.

The thief group had control over the information of all A-Rank Adventurers in Academy City, so preparing to counter them wouldn’t be difficult.

The problem was this new Sword Demon.

His background was unclear, his bloodline was ambiguous, and it was even unknown whether he was male or female. He seemed to use a sword, but there were many bloodlines that wielded swords.

The only thing known was that, like Andy, he was also eyeing the Blood Clan ruins.

“This isn’t what we agreed upon!”

Andy coldly glanced back at the other side of the bar.

There stood a figure cloaked in deep green robes.

“You said there would be a barrier, and no outsiders would find this place.”

“Just a little accident.”

A hoarse female voice came from beneath the robe, sounding like gravel grinding on a dry riverbed, interspersed with the rustling of withered vines entwining.

“Or are you saying Black Claw Andy is actually afraid? Afraid of an A-Rank Adventurer who doesn’t even dare to show his face and is just a name?”

Andy’s brow twitched, but he still replied quietly, “Since I accepted your commission, I will see it through.”

The green-robed woman smiled faintly, a strange smirk curling at the corner of her lips beneath the robe.

“The task may not be simple.”

“But you will get what you want.”

She nodded slightly and then turned to leave, her footsteps silent, replaced by a chilling sound, like a sharp object scraping across the ground.

No matter how long they’d been together, her way of walking always sent chills down the spines of the thieves.

“Boss, are we really going to continue cooperating with her?”

Facing his subordinate’s question, Andy stared at the figure of the cultist as she left, and asked thoughtfully.

“Why not?”

“I will definitely get what I want… through my own strength.”