This adventurer is overly righteous.

"My name is Carter, nice to meet you, newcomer."

Just as Kroya was about to get up to complete his task, another person approached him.

"New adventurers will have experienced veterans like us overseeing their first few missions," Carter said, pulling out his adventurer identification. "The guild will assign us missions to help newcomers like you, the rewards are pretty good, and we happen to be traveling the same route."

Kroya glanced at Carter, who looked to be around forty years old. He had a neatly trimmed beard and wore light armor that protected his torso and limbs. The armor had some scratches and cracks, and he had two swords at his waist with animal head patterns carved on the hilts.

There's a reason why the other party claims to be a senior figure.

"Then let's do it together."

Kroya enjoys being with others, as she gains certain attributes from it.

Moreover, he did not sense any malice from the other party.

Kroya was a prospective priest in the past, so he believed in God. Although he was an atheist in his previous life, the existence of gods in this world is a different matter.

The gods never hesitate to reward devout and morally upright believers.

Kroa's "divine favor" was obtained from the gods through his good deeds.

"My name is Kroya," Kroya introduced himself, speaking to Carter, who was also looking him over.

The two then found an oxcart that would pass through Nome village, and squeezed together with salt, farm tools and other things. The journey was bumpy, and the two chatted amongst themselves.

"Why did you choose to become an adventurer? You have such a handsome appearance, and you're just a trainee priest..."

Anyone would be curious about this. Being an adventurer isn't a glamorous profession. Those with some strength fight to the death with high-level monsters in the wilderness, while those without much strength deal with things like goblins hiding in the forest. The income is not bad, but it's all at the cost of one's life. Who can guarantee that no accidents will happen to them in the future?

If it were Carter, he would never have given up the position of novice pastor.

"Because I want to help others and do good deeds."

"If you stay in the church all the time, you'll mostly be studying scriptures, and you'll have very few opportunities to actually do anything..."

"Huh?"

Carter made a questioning sound.

"Becoming an adventurer allows you to receive commissions from various places and help those in need."

"So I've decided to become an adventurer."

  

Croa said quite frankly that he had a clear conscience.

Your honesty and sincerity are commendable.

[Charm slightly increased]

Two lines of small print appeared in his line of sight.

"you..."

Carter frowned. What kind of reason was that?

Don't people become adventurers to fight monsters and make money, or to chase after heroic deeds and earn fame and territory?

As an adventurer with nearly ten years of experience, Carter has seen all sorts of people. Anyone can get involved in this line of work, from young men from farming families who aspire to rise to the top, to noble scions who actively hone their skills, and even gamblers who are drowning in debt and have no choice but to risk their lives to pay it off.

But this was the first time he had ever met someone like Croa.

"Wait a minute, what kind of quests did you take on in the guild?"

Drive away field mice, rescue donkeys, and build roads...

no......

Carter felt a strange, indescribable feeling in his heart.

"arrive."

The oxcart stopped, and Croya patted Carter on the shoulder. The two got off and paid the driver four copper coins for the fare.

"Are you going to watch me do the mission?"

"The mission requirements are as follows..."

While novice adventurers may have adequate stats on paper, real-world missions are not simply a matter of comparing stats. Even something as simple as eliminating a group of goblins can be complicated and unpredictable. Novice adventurers may encounter unexpected situations if they are unlucky, which is why they need experienced seniors to help them out.

But does he want to watch the other party help the villagers drive away field mice?

"Don't you have any missions like exterminating goblins among them?"

Carter, undeterred, asked again.

"Really, no."

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"Hello......"

Carter watched as Croya warmly shook hands and greeted several hunched old men, their hands and faces covered in cracks, beside them a large field of sprouting green wheat.

This was Croya's first task: to clear the field mice from the wheat fields. These mice would burrow underground relentlessly, damaging the plant roots and affecting crop yields, causing considerable harm, so they had to be eliminated...

"But this kind of work should be done by farmers, what kind of nonsense is it to upload it to the Adventurers' Guild?"

Adventurers aren't fools who come when called and leave when dismissed, or who rush to do every little thing.

They have a method for judging whether a task is worth doing. According to that method, tasks like this are worthless and garbage tasks that few people would take on.

"The reward is 40 copper coins."

One copper coin was roughly equivalent to a low-quality black bread that could barely feed someone.

"Not worth it at all."

Carter thought for a moment and pulled Kroya aside.

"Excuse me, I have something to discuss with this guy."

After making up an excuse, Carter turned to Croa and winked, "You think this job is profitable?"

"It's acceptable," Kroya calculated. "It's about five acres. The field mice we kill are ours; we'll provide them with food and water..."

"How many days are you going to work?" Carter said, somewhat speechless. "Do you know that you can earn eight copper coins for killing a goblin?"

"Cancel these quests and just go kill goblins. That way you'll get money and learn something..."

"I know."

"Then why..."

A gust of wind blew, causing the wheat to ripple, and Croya interrupted him.

"But those field mice that are causing trouble in the wheat fields must have grown to almost the level of magical beasts, they're this big..." Kroya gestured with his hands, saying seriously, "They can't handle them, so they came to find adventurers."

Isn't this even less worthwhile? How can forty copper coins be enough?

Those despicable country bumpkins are just trying to cheat people.

"Then they should repost the quest at the Adventurers' Guild, explaining that it's a field mouse approaching the level of a monster, and increase the reward several times over..."

"But it's almost autumn, and if this isn't resolved in time, they'll have a hard winter."

Kroya looked on as if it were perfectly normal.

"I became an adventurer to solve things like this."

Is this guy really thinking that way...?

"idiot..."

Carter cursed inwardly.

"It's up to you then. My job is to keep an eye on you and make sure nothing happens to you."

Carter walked away grumbling, while Croya scratched his head and went back to talk to the old men.

"Excuse me, let's continue."

"Smoke them out, then I'll guard one of the cave entrances..."

"I also took on other commissions, yes, these are all..."

Your compassion for the vulnerable is a quality worthy of praise.

[Strength slightly increased]

Your respect for the poor is a commendable quality.

[Martial arts skills slightly increased]

A few lines of small text appeared in Kroya's sight, but he ignored them and discussed with the old men how to complete the mission.