This adventurer is overly righteous.

Millie enthusiastically introduced Kroya to several taverns frequented by adventurers, all of which collaborated with the Adventurers' Guild and were very popular among adventurers.

Of the several options Millie gave him, Kroya chose a place called "White Mushroom Tavern" because it was the most recent.

Kroya quickly found the location of the tavern and was about to enter through the main entrance when two tall guards stopped him.

Are you an adventurer?

They asked.

"Yes, it is. What's wrong?" Kroya replied.

"No, I'm sorry to bother you, but the adventurers' dining area is separate from the regular diners' area. You'll need to go through another door."

The guard pointed in another direction, and Kroya walked along the tavern wall until he arrived at what looked like a side door.

There were guards there as well, but unlike the previous two, they were armed and looked capable of knocking someone unconscious in an instant.

"Swords are not allowed inside."

They glanced at the sword hanging at Croa's waist and said in a low voice.

"We will keep your weapon safe, so please hand it over to us for safekeeping and take it back after your meal."

  

Kroya handed over his sword, and he began to feel that something was amiss with this tavern, which was so popular among adventurers.

It feels like adventurers are always being treated as some kind of strange, dangerous individual...

The guards were quite satisfied with Kroya's cooperative attitude and opened the door for him.

Have a great time tonight.

The moment the guard opened the door, a cacophony of sounds erupted from within: the sloshing of ice in glasses, the crashing of glasses onto tables, the shouts of adventurers… These sounds momentarily disoriented Kroya. He cautiously and carefully entered, seemingly unnoticed, which relieved him.

He was raised in a church by a pastor, so he could not possibly have been exposed to such chaotic scenes. In his previous life, he was also an honest man who had never been to places like bars or clubs.

This place was quite new to him. He found a corner seat and sat down. Soon, a waiter approached him; it was a man with short, flaxen hair. He politely said to Croya:

"Sir, what would you like to order?"

He then placed the wooden menu in front of Kroya, pointed at it, and began to read it aloud.

"No need, I can read."

Croa picked up the menu and examined it, declining the offer of hospitality.

Although this world has magic, its productivity level is not high enough to allow everyone to read, and the illiteracy rate is quite high, including among adventurers.

When they accept a mission, the receptionist needs to explain every detail of the mission to them, so even the most unruly adventurer would not want to offend them.

Kroya was raised to be a pastor from a young age, so he naturally studied reading and writing well. How could he be called a pastor if he couldn't understand the scriptures?

"The price is a bit high..."

"I can only hope it tastes good."

Kroya decided to splurge a little, after all, he had indeed made a considerable amount of money back.

"A stew, a white bread, a roast meat with all the seasonings and a rich sauce, and a cream of mushroom soup."

"This will cost quite a bit of money. Let me calculate, it's about eighty copper coins..." The waiter then took a silver coin from Kroya's hand, bowed his head, and left.

The extra money wasn't a tip; Croja didn't have change on him.

While waiting for the waiter to bring his order, Chroya cautiously surveyed the entire tavern. These drunken fellows, clutching barrels of wine, were Chroya's future colleagues; he might be going on missions with them someday...

These people all seem so unreliable...

Kroya thought to himself that he never drank alcohol, neither in his past life nor now. The goddess he worshipped did not forbid drinking, but Kroya disliked the taste of alcohol.

In addition, he doesn't like smoking.

Inside the tavern, groups of adventurers gathered in twos and threes, playing drinking games, cards, wrestling, or chatting and boasting. What attracted Kroya the most was a guy with exceptionally thick hair, a stocky build, and a short stature, who was standing on a stool.

If the other person doesn't have any congenital disease, then he must be a dwarf.

Dwarves are the most skilled craftsmen in the world. They have long lifespans but are few in number. With their forging skills, they can be honored guests anywhere.

The other person seemed to be telling a story, and the words they were saying were difficult for Croya to understand; he could only make out a few of them.

"Nibelungen..."

"curse..."

"The Kingdom of Dwarves..."

Kroya was somewhat interested in this, but the other adventurers who were sitting at the same table as the dwarf all left impatiently.

Meanwhile, the food that Kroya had ordered had been served, so Kroya turned his attention to what was in front of him. The waiter handed Kroya the remaining twenty copper coins and then left to clean up the scraps left by the other adventurers.

This meal costs eighty copper coins! In the past, Kroya would never have dared to be so extravagant; eighty copper coins would have been enough for him to eat for a week.

The tableware used to serve the food was all made of wood. The roasted meat was already torn apart when it was served, so no knives or forks were provided. Kroya's only utensil was a wooden spoon. He glanced around and saw the adventurers grabbing the meat with their hands.

"bump"

However, just as Croa was about to enjoy the delicious food, a loud crash came from inside the tavern. Someone had overturned the table, and bottles and jars fell to the ground, but fortunately they were made of wood and did not break.

The man who overturned the table looked drunk, his face flushed red. He pounced on the person who had just been eating at the same table like some kind of wild beast, and the two of them started wrestling on the ground. In the process, they bumped into other people's tables, and the tavern was in complete chaos.

"How dare you speak to me like that? You think I don't know you tampered with my weapon, causing my sword to break while fighting the monster!"

"You should have died long ago! You abandoned me first during the last mission!"

It seems that this fight involves the love-hate relationship between two adventurers. Unfortunately, Kroya is a newcomer to the Adventurers' Guild and doesn't know anyone, so he has no way of knowing what's going on.

He silently moved his table back a little, standing in front of it to protect his food.

That was worth eighty copper coins, and Croya himself hadn't touched a single one.

This chaos didn't last long, as someone quickly arrived, separated the two adventurers who were already bleeding, and took them away separately. It seemed that the White Mushroom Tavern was quite experienced in handling this kind of incident.

At the same time, Kroya also learned why adventurers could not stay with ordinary diners, and why they were not allowed to carry weapons while eating, and why the only utensils they used were wooden spoons.

Adventurers who constantly teeter on the edge of life and death are certainly not peaceful individuals...