Violet took the thick dossier handed by the receptionist. Although it contained commissions below the Obsidian Steel level, judging by the twenty items per page, there were probably at least tens of thousands listed.

Makes sense. This is the headquarters for adventurers worldwide. If they can’t ensure the quantity and quality of commissions, what would attract and sustain the adventurers in the entire city?

While it’s estimated that over ninety-five percent of the adventurer community are mid to low-tier, below Obsidian Steel, there are still thousands of resident human adventurers in Courage City.

From small tasks like catching cats or finding birds to large-scale missions like demon and giant beast subjugation, adventurers can be seen in almost every profession in the Human United Kingdom. Calling it a versatile profession wouldn’t be an exaggeration.

After flipping through a few pages, she found typical requests like collection, subjugation, and errands. Perhaps due to the ongoing ceremony related to the king’s passing, there weren’t many tasks requiring leaving the city. Residents inside the city probably wanted to avoid this sensitive period.

Not interesting.

For an ordinary adventurer, these routine but not highly dangerous and reasonably rewarding tasks might be appealing. However, Violet had little interest in the advancement of adventurer levels and basic gold rewards.

After all, these were commissions that could be handled by Obsidian Steel level, and the difficulty wouldn’t be that high.

“No higher-level commissions, Miss Rebecca…”

Violet placed the file back on the table with a lack of enthusiasm.

“Huh? Of course, there are, but according to regulations, you’re not allowed to access higher-level commission details until you meet the standard level. I suggest you both start with some ordinary tasks, raise your adventurer levels, and then continue to take on more advanced ones~”

Rebecca wasn’t like Miss Eleanor from the Flame Dragon City Adventurers’ Guild, who tried to establish a connection with the priestess. As a staff member of the headquarters, Rebecca didn’t seem to be an ordinary receptionist and didn’t need to actively ingratiate herself with Violet.

After all, these rules were in place for the safety of adventurers, preventing inexperienced individuals from taking on tasks beyond their capabilities, which could ultimately harm themselves and others.

So, in most cases, receptionists rarely exercised their guarantee rights.

“Oh, come on, just a little leniency. In reality, I…”

The priestess wanted to act a bit cute, trying to see if she could charm her way through.

Although she felt a bit awkward deep down, Rebecca was naturally cute, and it wasn’t like she was doing this with men, so it was fine.

However, before Violet could execute her own plan, an unexpected guest suddenly appeared beside them.

“Hehe, what’s the harm? Just taking a look, no one said we’re actually going to accept. This shouldn’t be a big deal for Miss Rebecca, right?”

“A little leniency, a little leniency. How about considering it as doing me a favor?”

Doing you a favor again?

Violet, stirred by some unpleasant memories, turned her head to find a young man in a luxurious robe approaching with two guards. The man had sky-blue short hair, stood around seven feet tall, and wore an exquisite light brown robe that reached his ankles. Beneath the fitted trousers, he sported new knee-high leather boots. A dark purple patterned ring adorned his right ring finger, emanating a faint magical aura.

The man’s attire, though noble and elegant, did not give off a bloated sense of extravagance. A warm, spring-like smile graced his face, suggesting an age around thirty, in the prime of a man’s most charming stage.

With his handsome and mature appearance, he immediately left a favorable impression.

“So, as I was saying, if it’s not possible, then it’s not… Huh? Is it two…”

Rebecca subconsciously responded, but when she looked up to see the newcomer’s face, she suddenly froze, as if witnessing something unbelievable, unable to speak for a while.

Unperturbed, the man smiled and shook his head, continuing to approach Violet, who was wearing a white holy robe.

However, just as the well-dressed man was about to get within one meter of the priestess, a fair and slender arm suddenly blocked his way.

“If you don’t want to die, don’t get so close to my master.”

“Huh…?!”

Under the intimidating and murderous gaze of the golden-haired dragon girl, the man almost involuntarily took a step back, a hint of shock and surprise flashing through his azure pupils.

However, clearly having held a high position for many years, he had excellent control over his emotions. He quickly reacted, using the backward movement to perform a standard gentleman’s noble salute. It seemed as if he wasn’t intimidated but acted out of politeness.

“My apologies, this beautiful lady. Your captivating elegance is like the warm spring sunshine spread across the earth, making me irresistibly yearn. Please forgive the abrupt offense just now.”

Waving off his guards who were ready to protect their lord from the sudden attack, the man ignored the fierce gaze of the dragon girl and smiled again at Violet.

“I am Ben, an ordinary noble in this city. May I ask how I should address the lady and from which family she hails?”

“?”

Violet tilted her head.

Who is this guy, suddenly popping up and warmly greeting us? Do we know him?

But this guy, his identity and status are probably not simple.

Look at how, since his appearance, Miss Rebecca has been extremely restrained, keeping her head low and not daring to make a sound, as if she encountered someone formidable. Even an observant person can see that something is off.

And an ordinary noble, can they bring two Sky-tier bodyguards wherever they go?

Whether he’s genuinely cultured and wants to make friends or just putting on a facade, at least… he looks flawless.

Compared to that Francis from Flame Dragon City, in terms of the warmth of his smile or the eloquence of his speech, this guy is leagues ahead.

They say not to bite the hand that feeds you. Since the other side has shown goodwill, even though Violet finds it troublesome, she can’t just put on a sour face.

“I’m Violet, and this is my companion, Xiao Guang. Just a commoner. Does the noble have any business with us?”

Violet isn’t afraid that the person is somehow related to the conflict with Lilya, she senses something from the way he addressed her.

Under the influence of the 【Cognitive Obstruction Mask】, even if he hears the same name in her presence, he would only think it’s an entirely unrelated person, completely unable to connect it to the person behind the mask.

Indeed, the man who called himself Ben didn’t realize anything odd about Violet’s name. Instead, he became interested in another matter.

“Not a noble? But with your noble demeanor, how could an ordinary person possibly…”

Oh! It just occurred to me, Lilya mentioned her second royal brother, and his name is Ben Melchior. It’s probably him.

Well, what a small world.