Chapter 4 of 57

chapter 1.3

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In Crack of Dawn’s servant beast hut, the gryphon whimpered.

With outstretched wings, the gryphon sprawled out lifelessly on the ground amidst its mess of a straw bed.

The twin wolves grumbled at the hopeless situation and lied down again, giving the inedible crispies a glance.

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The same morning of the servant beasts’ struggle, the Crack of Dawn members visited the guild, looking for requests to undertake. All of them were eagerly looking at the request bulletin board.

The leader, Stefan the swordsman, the warrior and tank Olun, Bonne the cleric, Serge the thief, and Eric the tamer. After eating the breakfast Olun’s wife prepared, they had set out for the guild.

The newly designed Hero Party had attracted everyone’s attention and envious gazes as soon as they stepped inside the guild.

….or so they thought. The reason they attracted attention was Coralde and Roa’s visit the day before. The adventurers and guild staff wanted to ask them about the connection between Coralde and Roa, instead they just looked at them from a distance.

It had already become widely known that Roa had been kicked out from Crack of Dawn. Normally, people would think that he had been kicked out for being too useless, but the events of the previous day conflicted with this theory.

If the reason why Roa had been kicked out tied in with his connection to Coralde, asking imprudent questions might irritate the party. Crack of Dawn’s members often insulted and hit Roa, so they were known for their severe lack of patience. They were also a rather powerful group, as their newly acquired title showed.

No one was brave enough to ask potentially dangerous questions to such an easily irritable and violent bunch.

Crack of Dawn’s members, on the other hand, were quite content with being the target of such “gazes filled with envy and admiration.”

“What about this request?”

Olun pointed at a request for the extermination of Silver Golems.

Apparently, two Silver Golems had been spotted in Norfar valley, about one day’s travel via carriage to the west of Amadan.

Golems were creatures created through alchemy in the distant past. Having lost their creator, they had turned wild and proliferated, or so people believed.

The creatures magicians could create with earth magic were also called golems, but they could not move or act unless ordered to, making them clearly different things. Golems created through alchemy were closer to magic beasts: they could grow and proliferate by absorbing magic and minerals.

Depending on the minerals they absorbed, their bodies’ structure changed: Silver Golems, as their name suggested, were made of silver. Their presence signaled the fact that a silver mine had to be in the area.

The request for their extermination was motivated by this, aiming to further expansion and growth for the city. The request came from none other than the lord of the Amadan county.

“The reward’s kind of lame, but if we give a contribution to the city we’ll become even more famous.”

“That’s a very good idea. Contributing to society and the people is important too.”

The female servant of the gods was weak against keywords such as “being useful to others” and “charity work”.

“Right! We’re the Hero Party after all!”

The leader Stefan agreed and ripped the request from the board.

The other adventurers kept looking at them, eager to ask questions, but unable to actually do it.

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