Strength 99999 but the Holy Sister

The guild was bustling with activity. Adventurers who couldn't get any commissions would chat there every day. Their deep voices were so penetrating that even Ruth could hear them clearly from across the street.

But those people were destined to wait in vain, as it would be useless even if they gathered in the guild.

The power of the guild was immense, and its decisions could not be altered by a few adventurers alone. The three neutral organizations recognized by human nations were the Holy See and its five affiliated guilds, the Adventurer's Guild, and the Mercenary Agency. Each of these was undoubtedly a formidable force for ordinary people.

Of course, the adventurers gathered in the guild were only a small part. Most of the adventurers had already left the guild and either went to other cities to continue their old business, or turned to mercenary agencies to undertake combat-based mercenary commissions, or simply went to the black market, where some people would post some less glorious commissions or bounty posts. Otherwise, they could only find another way out - which required the same courage as exploring in the forest.

Maybe... if it was Elsa...

Ruth's eyes suddenly flashed with the beautiful profile of the nun. She was distracted for a moment and then shook her head.

Why did she suddenly think of Sister Elsa again... It was the same in her dream last night and today. Elsa's face would appear in front of her eyes from time to time. Ruth herself felt a little surprised - perhaps it was because the scene of being held in her arms and flying in the air yesterday was too shocking.

Although I felt terrible at the time, looking back, it was a very impressive and wonderful experience, and I may never have it again in my life.

Ruth suddenly thought that being friends with Sister Aisha must be a very exciting thing. If it were any other time, would she be willing to take her to heaven again if she asked her?

"The weather has been getting hotter lately. I get sticky just walking down the street."

At this time, someone came and sat down in front of Ruth. Ruth put away her thoughts, concealed the unnaturalness in her eyes, and looked up.

The person who came was Thorne. His right arm was bandaged. Even at this distance, one could clearly smell the pungent smell of the medicine coming from under the gauze. He held a straight sword in his left hand, and the scabbard looked like it had been carefully wiped.

As soon as he sat down, he slammed his straight sword on the table and called out, "Hey, give me a beer."

Ruth looked at the straight sword on the table and said, "I thought you had sold it, Captain."

"Just now, a fellow wanted to buy it for only fifty silver coins. Haha, I laughed to death." Thorne stroked the scabbard with his only remaining left hand. He looked very unhappy and was eager to spit out the bad things that happened on the road. "It and I are like brothers, but that guy wanted to buy it for less than a gold coin and said it was broken and old. It was nonsense. So I fought with that guy - to be honest, he was too weak."

Ruth twitched her lips.

"You're still fighting with others like this..."

"You don't know, that guy is skinny and weak. Let alone using one hand, even with just his little finger he can beat that stinky mouth down."

Although it may seem a bit exaggerated, Thorne's title as a silver medal adventurer is not just for show.

In the Adventurer's Guild, the Gold Medal Adventurer is naturally the most respected and powerful one, followed by the Silver Medal, Bronze Medal, and Iron Medal. Thorne is a Silver Medal, which is rare in the Adventurer's Guild, while Caesar and Ruth are Bronze Medals. Only Winnie, who has joined for just over a year, has just started at Bronze Medal.

Thorne can become the captain, so his strength is naturally recognized by everyone. Even if he lost an arm, he is not someone that ordinary people can defeat.

"So, Captain, you're not going to sell it?"

"I've made up my mind. I want to keep it as a souvenir." Thorn pulled the sword out a few inches and took a closer look. The expression on his face finally eased a little, and he smiled. "Look, I just went to the Craftsmen's Union to have someone reforge it for me. It's really beautiful, just like new. It has been reborn. Don't you think it's just like us? We are also going to make a new beginning."

Indeed, the gap caused by the earlier battle has disappeared. It was not polished again, but filled with genuine materials without any trace of unnaturalness - this is not simple. Indeed, only the Craftsmen's Union has such technology. Their magicians make money by this, and their techniques are naturally much more sophisticated than those of ordinary blacksmiths.

"But..." Ruth sighed, holding her forehead. "What about your travel expenses, Captain? And didn't you say you wanted to open a tavern? Do you really have enough money?"

The masters of the joint group of craftsmen do have great skills, but the prices are naturally higher.

"You can make money again, it's okay."

Thorne waved his hand and smiled cheerfully.

Ruth could only sigh helplessly.

They haven't received any money-making commissions for nearly a month, and they don't have the habit of saving money, so they now have a lot of debts on credit.

They were leaving Weilin Town today, so they contacted someone to sell some of their equipment and props, keeping only the necessary and emergency items in exchange for some money - then, they cancelled their adventurer status in the union. From now on, they were no longer adventurers and would probably not do this job again.

The money from selling these equipments was just enough to pay off the wine, food and lodging expenses they owed here - they used to come here often and were very familiar with the boss, so they paid off all the debts in one go before leaving.

In addition, you can hire a comfortable carriage, which you will need on the way to Dammas City.

"By the way, have you decided what to do after you go to Dammars?"

Ruth laughed dryly: "I don't know, let's take it one step at a time."

She knew that Captain Thorne had always wanted to own a tavern of his own. Although his taste in wine was not that good, he was good at making friends and knew everyone in the tavern.

She knew Winnie had always cared about her family and wanted to open a handicraft shop with her family, making leather boots and linen shirts - Winnie was very good at this, and Lu had no doubt that her work would be very popular.

She knew that the taciturn Caesar actually had a dream of becoming a knight. His horsemanship was the best among the four, and he was also an excellent ranger.

But what about me... I have been following in my parents' footsteps since I was a child, but now I am caught in a dilemma.

Ruth looked a little confused.

At this moment, the image of Sister Elsa appeared in front of her eyes again.

If it were Sister Elsa, she probably wouldn't have these troubles... Ruth thought for no reason.

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9. Ruth's strange mood

Ruth actually wanted to know, after saying goodbye to the identity of adventurers, would they go their separate ways in the future?

maybe.

She didn't know, she had no goals at all, no idea where she should go or what she should do. She had no ideas or plans for life in Dammas.

Some people become adventurers for money, some for fame, Thorne, Caesar, Winnie and others are all like this.

However, no one is not afraid of death. Once faced with death at close range, they will feel endless fear. They gave up their identity as adventurers with a wry smile and told Ruth: Why not take this opportunity to redefine your dreams, find a new beginning, go to a big city, and find an ordinary life where they can settle down.

Ruth didn't want to give up at first, but facing the dim looks from her friends, she hesitated.

"I admire you, Ruth. Honestly, you're the purest person I've ever met." Thorne shook his head, his tone suddenly becoming distant for some reason. "But you're too pure. I always feel like we might be holding you back..."

"Why are you saying such nonsense again?" Ruth tapped the table with her fingers, dissatisfied. "You were the one who taught me swordsmanship."

"That's simply because I entered this field over a decade earlier than you. Your swordsmanship talent is actually much greater than mine," Thorne said with a disapproving smile. He raised his left hand and gestured, "Look, I'm more accustomed to holding a shield. Only then does it make me feel less afraid. You don't need that cumbersome thing. Your best tactic is to charge forward courageously. You should know how valuable this talent is."

Thorne looked across the table at Ruth's waist, where there was still a sword hanging - yesterday's sword was lost on the way to break out, but she bought a new one today.

"You mean just running forward like a stupid bear?"

"Haha, you are so smart."

Thorne smiled. The beer was already in front of him and he raised his glass and clinked it with Ruth.

"I have arranged for a carriage to Dammas," said Ruth.

"Oh? You're really quick. When are they leaving?"

"Afternoon."

"Well, the timing is perfect. We can have lunch before leaving."

Ruth added, "It was a caravan hired by a merchant. He found a group of adventurers to escort it. I know those guys; they specialize in this. They're pretty nice, but the price is a bit high. I offered to give them a ride, and they were willing to take half the price."

Thorne gave him a strange look. "Tsk, how did you get them to take this order at half the price?"

"Who knows."

"By the way, where are Winnie and Caesar? Haven't they come yet?"

"You're the last one," Ruth took a sip from her wine glass. "They've all gone to buy some rations. By the way, say goodbye to your friends here."

It takes at least three days to travel from Weilin Town to Dammas City, and camping during this period is a hassle.

"Really..." Putting down the glass, "Are you going to say goodbye to your friends? I've finished my work, I can wait for them here."

"It's all done," Ruth said, slowly shaking her wine glass with a melancholy look on her face. "Anderson, Pearly, Paris and the others, and Miss Maquia, and..."

Those people were all her acquaintances after she became an adventurer, but she paused halfway through her speech, and Sister Aisha's profile suddenly appeared in front of her.

—She hadn’t said goodbye to Sister Aisha yet.

Although it felt a little strange, because Sister Aisha was not actually a "friend" to her, Ruth felt that she should say goodbye to Sister Aisha properly, because Aisha helped her when she was desperate, and she was very grateful to Aisha.

Generally speaking, should we go in this situation?

Thinking of this, she stood up and sighed.

"Sorry, Thorne, I suddenly remembered that there's something I haven't done yet. I have to go."

"Oh?" Thorne glanced at Ruth in surprise, and without asking any further questions, "Go ahead. There's still time. Remember not to be too late."

Ruth paid for the drinks and hurried out into the street.

I glanced at the sky and saw that the sun was almost reaching noon. It was getting late.

She hurried towards the monastery and passed by a merchant caravan. She looked at the adventurers who were helping to carry the goods and unconsciously quickened her pace.

The town was not big, and soon she left the town center. At this time, she saw a team of knights marching towards her in an orderly manner. Realizing that they were from the city of Dammas, Ruth looked at them curiously for a few more times and passed by them.

Ruth didn't think much about it and went to the monastery.

The door of the monastery was closed. She noticed some fresh tire tracks in front of the door. Without thinking much about it, she stood in front of the door and was about to knock, but suddenly she thought: I wonder if such a rash visit will disturb Sister Aisha?

The rules of the monastery are actually very strict. Outsiders can only enter the chapel in front and are absolutely not allowed to step into the monastery. Few visitors come here directly and knock on the door.

It would be bad if it caused trouble to Sister Aisha.

Speaking of which, I wonder if Elsa is eating right now. After all, it's almost lunchtime. It's hard to imagine what someone as powerful as Elsa eats like. Does she casually grab food with her hands like her, or does she elegantly use a knife and fork to separate the food and slowly put it into her mouth like those noble ladies? How does Sister Elsa, with such a small mouth, eat without getting food on her lips?

It feels weird.

Ruth imagined several different images in her mind. Suddenly, the flickering images stopped changing and froze on Elsa's clean and tender profile. This scene was so familiar - so close, so close. She saw the curled eyelashes holding up the golden sunlight, the clean and fragrant blonde hair fluttering in the wind, and the delicate teardrop mole that caught her gaze.

Ruth was stunned. For no apparent reason, she suddenly felt her chest beating violently, and an indescribable feeling gradually crept into her heart.

"what happened……"

Ruth was so scared that she quickly covered her chest, her eyes hesitant and panicked.

At this moment, footsteps were heard from behind.

"It's time to eat."

A hoarse old voice broke Ruth's thoughts and scared her again. It turned out to be Father Angus.

"Father."

Ruth saluted quickly, and the strange feeling she had just felt was instantly gone.

Angus gave Ruth a strange look.

"Son, you don't look like you need a pastor. What's your business here?"

Ruth finally remembered why she came: she came specifically to say goodbye to Sister Aisha.

She licked her dry lips quickly and combed her hair to make herself feel better. "I want to find Sister Faris."

"Looking for Faris..." Angus's eyes moved. "She's gone."

"what?"

Ruth was stunned and her heart skipped a beat.

"Well, after leaving here, she..." Angus paused, thinking that it would be better not to tell too many people about the selection of the Holy Sisters. But then he thought that the person in front of him might be Elsa's friend, and he hesitated and said, "You... are her friend?"

friend?

Of course it doesn’t count.

Ruth suddenly felt that she seemed a little self-indulgent?

"We just met," Ruth explained. "She saved everyone in our village yesterday, so I wanted to thank her and say goodbye."

"I'm sorry, I can't contact her either. She's probably going to a city in the north." Father Angus nodded and said no more.

——In the afternoon, Ruth returned to the tavern. Winnie and the other two had already gathered there. As soon as Winnie saw Ruth, her womanly observation skills immediately noticed that something was wrong with Ruth's expression.

"Sister Ruth, what's wrong with you?" Winnie asked with concern.

Ruth just shook her head, her face blank, mixed with a hint of disbelief and hesitation. She frowned slightly and thought.

Thorne looked strange: "Why do you look like you're drunk?"

"Have it……"

"Yes, and it's very obvious." Thorne and Winnie said firmly.

"Forget it, let's go. Although there are some regrets, there are so many regrets in life. Let's just look forward." Thorne saw that Ruth seemed a little lost, so he encouraged her, "Go to Dammas City and work hard to live a better life!"

"Of course! I also want to be a baker!" Winnie also responded, "Everyone should work hard!"

"Haha, now that Winnie said so, I'm going to be full of energy too! My tavern! Oh oh!!" Thorne raised his hands and waved, seeming very excited.

In the afternoon, they set out on their journey to Dammas.