assistirfilmes Chapter 159 The Gilderhaven Guild
Chapter 159 The Gilderhaven Guild
A gift?
From a merchant in the Weapons Hall?
That wasn't normal.
Nothing in this city was free.
Arthur had spent enough time in the slums to know that nothing was free. And, a simple kind gesture didn't exist in places like this.
Everything was a transaction. A calculated move.
His gaze sharpened slightly as he studied the saleswoman.
She remained poised, her professional smile never wavering, but there was a certain deliberate nature in the way she had spoken.
A test.
A probe.
She was watching him.
Measuring his reaction.
Arthur slowly let the coins slip back into his inventory.
Then, after a moment, he nodded. "Alright, then. I'll thank you for your gift."
His tone was even, unreadable.
He neither sounded overly grateful nor suspicious.
A neutral stance.
One that left room for interpretation.
The woman's smile widened slightly, her eyes flickering with something unreadable.
Arthur pocketed the two potions and stepped away from the counter, but his mind was already sorting through possible reasons behind the exchange.
Perhaps she was simply trying to establish rapport.
It was common for traders and merchants to give out small favours to promising customers—especially those who had money.
And Arthur had just spent over 700 gold coins in a single transaction.
That alone made him a high-value client.
But... that didn't quite sit right.
If she was part of one of the elite families, this could be her way of testing the waters.
A simple gift now.
An unspoken expectation later.
Arthur wasn't foolish enough to assume this wouldn't come with strings attached.
But at the same time...
He wasn't opposed to making connections.
Even if they turned into enemies later, it was better to at least establish a foundation than outright reject her.
A man with only enemies was a man with nowhere to run.
And Arthur?
He needed to move freely.
The city was a different battlefield.
None of these interested him.
Arthur was here for one reason.
To find an area where serpents thrived.
He needed Sylvaris to evolve. He could hit two birds with one stone.
By taking the right mission, he could gain experience, level up, and complete Sylvaris's evolution pathway at the same time.
Arthur's eyes flicked through the missions.
And then—he found it.
A single parchment was nailed to the board.
Arthur's eyes traced over the words as he read them.
[Retrieve fifty fangs of Poisonous Painted Serpents from Blackwater Hollow.]
[Mission Rank: D ]
[Reward: 10 Gold Coins & Rare Poison Vial]
Arthur's lips curled slightly. "Perfect."
This would lead him straight to the serpents he needed.
His mind flickered back to Sylvaris's evolution requirements.
Focus: Offensive combat specialization. Gains increased size and venom potency, capable of devouring entire foes.
A slow exhale left his lips.
He still had a long way to go before reaching the requirements. But this mission would help him slowly increase that number.
It was a start.
Arthur ripped the parchment from the board and turned toward the mission desk.
A woman sat behind the counter, organizing documents. Her silver hair was tied into a tight bun.
As he approached, she barely spared him a glance.
"Name?" she asked.
"Azarel."
Her quill paused mid-air.
For the first time, she looked at him—really looked at him.
Arthur met her gaze evenly.
A long silence stretched between them before the receptionist finally broke it.
"You're new here, aren't you?" she said, tilting her head slightly.
Arthur remained quiet, waiting for her to continue.
She sighed as if she had repeated this line far too many times. "You need to register with the guild before you can accept any missions."
Arthur's eyes flickered with interest. So it was that easy to take on work at a Platinum-grade guild?