Black Cat Chapter 51: Rumored Rookie Part 1

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 When we sent Miguel from Atsuka village to Iburo, we naturally had to bring Olivier after passing through the village of Kidai.

 

 Olivier jumped for joy when I told her that I would become an adventurer in Ibouro, but when I told her that I would not be able to see her often, she fell into a fit of despair.

 

 

“I thought if Mr. Nyango would escort me, so I could see all the different places in the city…” (Olivier)

 

“I’ve just been to Ibouro, I’ll probably just get lost with you instead of escorting you, so I’ll have to settle down, then maybe after a while.” (Nyango)

 

“Really? I’m sure you’ll be able to take me with you before I graduate from school, which is still more than four years away.” (Olivier)

 

“Yes, yes, when I become a little more dependable.” (Nyango)

 

 

 I’m sure that adventurers and students have different activities in different places, so we won’t have many chances to see each other, but it would be reassuring for Olivier to have someone she knows, so maybe I can find a good pastry store and take her there.

 

 I’ll leave Miguel… yeah, let’s leave him.

 

 

 Once we arrived in Ibouro, we headed directly to the school, unloaded the luggage from the carriage, loaded it onto a cart made with void attribute magic, and carried it to the dormitories.

 

 First, I unloaded Miguel’s two large trunks in front of the boys’ dormitory, then carried Olivier’s trunks to the girls’ dormitory.

 

 

“Hey, make sure you carry them all the way to their rooms!” (Miguel)

 

“Olivier will think you’re unreliable if you don’t learn to do that much on your own.” (Nyango)

 

“Kuh… I will remember.” (Miguel)

 

 

 Miguel finally lifted one of the trunks with both hands and walked slowly into the dormitory.

 

 I thought I’d carry Olivier’s trunk to her room, but she said the only way a man could step into the women’s dormitory was through the hall at the front door.

 

 

“Then Olivier, do your best in your studies.” (Nyango)

 

“Ah, Mr. Nyango…” (Olivier)

 

 

 I unloaded the trunk, dispelled the cart, and was about to leave when Olivier hugged me tightly.

 

 Well, I know you want to fluff my wonderful fur, but your classmates are making a lot of noise, so please stop.

 

 

“Mr. Nyango, it’s a promise.” (Olivier)

 

“I know… but it can’t be so soon, so please be patient.” (Nyango)

 

“But it’s a promise…” (Olivier)

 

“Yes, yes, I understand.” (Nyango)

 

 

 Waving to Olivier, who still looks like she hasn’t had enough fluffing, I head back to the carriage.

 

 I saw the entrance to the boys’ dormitory on the way, but the trunk was missing, so Miguel must have carried it.

 

 

 Or maybe he asked someone to carry it for him. …Or does Miguel have friends over here or something?

 

 I think that the school in Ibouro is not going to give him any preferential treatment at that level.

 

 

 Besides, I heard that Miguel was not a transfer student but a new student.

 

 If he were in Japan, he would be treated like a student who had repeated school, and I wonder if he was bullied or something.

 

 I was reminded of myself in a previous life and was a little bit worried, but, well, it’s Miguel, so it’s okay.

 

 

“Thank you for waiting, Mr. Zeol.” (Nyango)

 

“Yeah, then let’s head to the inn.” (Zeol)

 

 

 Tonight, Zeol-san and I are staying at the Orc Tracks Pavilion, and we are having a farewell party at the guild’s bar.

 

 I’m planning to show up at Chariot’s base tomorrow morning.

 

 

 We will leave the carriage at the inn, finish taking care of the horses, bathe and freshen up, and then head for the guild.

 

 On the way, we met a party that seemed to have killed a Black Orc.

 

 

 The black orc’s feet having over the wagon, the adventurers, a wolfkin, and a tigerkin were puffing out their chests as if to say, “What do you think?”

 

 Some passersby applauded and cheered, and the adventurers puffed their chests even more proudly.

 

 

 I heard from Mr. Zeol before that one Black Orc is worth about five large gold coins.

 

 Since they seemed to be a party of five, each person would get a share of one large gold coin.

 

 In my previous life, one large gold coin was about one million yen.

 

 

 I don’t know what the cost of living is like in Ibouro, but I think you could live and play around for a year.

 

 The adventurers’ party suddenly looked a bit like tuna fishermen.

 

 

“Mr. Zeol, that’s a Black Orc, isn’t it?” (Nyango)

 

“Yes, but it’s still small. I guess three large gold coins would be good for that one.” (Zeol)

 

“I guess the price goes up with the bigger ones?” (Nyango)

 

“Of course, the bigger one will sell for a higher price, but for those who are old and worn out, they are not valuable.” (Zeol)

 

 

 The wagon carrying the Black Orcs went into the back of the guild.

 

 As I always thought, the closer we got to the guild, the lighter Mr. Zeol’s steps became.

 

 

 It is not that I am going to receive a request or to report my accomplishment, but the atmosphere of the guild makes me feel that way.

 

 The guild in the evening smelled of sweat and dust.

 

 

 After entering the guild, Mr. Zeol took a quick look around and then walked straight to the bulletin board where the requests were posted.

 

 The requests posted at this time of the day were those that had not been received, so many of them were of so-called “unpalatable” content.

 

 

 I couldn’t tell just by looking at the board, but if Mr. Zeol looked at it, he could see the current situation of Ibouro by the contents and quantity of the remaining requests.

 

 He says that if there is no work left to be done, the economy is in a bad state.

 

 

“How is it, Mr. Zeol?” (Nyango)

 

“Fufu, Well… I think it’s a time when the newcomers are starting to stretch themselves a bit in search of good-paying jobs.” (Zeol)

 

“So, there’s a lot of bad work left to be done?” (Nyango)

 

“Something like that.” (Zeol)

 

 

 Looking at the bulletin board, there are requests posted for cleaning out ceilings, carrying cargo in the warehouse, exterminating rats in an old house, and other jobs that make one wonder if this is a job for adventurers.

 

 Well, I guess that’s why there is no one to accept the requests and they remain posted.

 

 

“How about you, Nyango? Aren’t you good at catching rats or something?” (Zeol)

 

“Ummm… I don’t know. I catch Forest Mouse, not house mice which are different.” (Nyango)

 

“What, you’re not going to pick a job yet?” (Zeol)

 

“Please stop teasing me.” (Nyango)

 

“Hahahahaha…” (Zeol)

 

 

 I’m not worried about getting rid of the rats in the old house, but I’m worried about whether or not I’ll be able to accomplish the job properly.

 

 To raise your rank as an adventurer, you need to have a record of activities.

 

 

 I hear that the percentage of requests completed is also a part of the activity record.

 

 If I accept a request that I cannot accomplish, it will cause trouble not only for me but also for the client.

 

 

 Well, depending on the type of request, it seems that even if I fail, there are some that won’t count towards my achievements, so I’m just thinking of starting with those types of requests at first.

 

 However, since the requests are sent to the Adventurers’ Guild, many of them are basically for people of good physique.

 

 

 It is true that a small catkin like me has no choice but to choose the right job.

 

 

“In any case, I’ll have to show up at the base tomorrow.” (Nyango)

 

“Right…” (Zeol)

 

 

 I rounded up my request board watching and stepped into the bar with Mr. Zeol.

 

 It’s still a little early, so only about 30% of the seats in the tavern are filled.

 

 

 I was sure that many adventurers would be coming in to buy materials and report the completion of their requests.

 

 Mr. Zeol and I settled down at the counter, not at a table.

 

 

 Mr. Zeol would have a few drinks and listen to the gossip, and when the bar became chaotic, he would move on to the next one.

 

 

“Old man, some liquor…” (Zeol)

 

 

 When Mr. Zeol asked for his first drink, the tavern master offered him a glass of milk, which he had not asked for.

 

 

“Eh… I haven’t asked for that.” (Zeol)

 

“That one’s on me, Mr. Nyango.” (Tavern Master)

 

“How did you know my name…” (Nyango)

 

“Oh, you’re famous.” (Tavern Master)

 

“Uh-what…” (Nyango)

 

 

 If I was surprised at the milk for my drink or the fact that they knew my name, I didn’t notice the approach of the lionkin waitress again.

 

 I mean, no matter how obvious she’s approaching from the blind spot in my left eye, there’s just too little presence from her.

 

 

 The lionkin waitress was wearing a red dress that was eye-grabbing at the chest, and she casually held my left arm and brought her body close to mine.

 

 

“Hmm… you’re pretty good.” (Waitress)

 

 

 The hairs on my back stand up on end as she speaks in my ear, whispering in my ear while rubbing my left arm.

 

 Holy sh*t, I’m touching the Mount Fujis, and they are mochi soft…

 

 

“Hey, Nyango… can you tell me about the time you beat Bronze Wolf?” (Waitress)

 

“Uh, well……” (Nyango)

 

“I’m Leila. I love strong people…” (Waitress => Leila)

 

 

 Even though I have memories of my past life, I don’t know how to deal with this because I only experienced life until I was a nerdy high school student and I’ve never even been in a relationship with anyone.

 

 My throat instantly went parched and I couldn’t taste the milk at all when I brought it to my mouth.

 

 

“Bu-Bronze Wolf is thanks to… Chariot and Bored Men members for their… Y-you know, hard work… You know, I just happened to… W-what can I say…” (Nyango)

 

 

 If you’d rather not hold your hand over your mouth, let your shoulders not shake, and stop laughing, please help me out instead, Mr. Zeol.

 

 Since a little while ago, Ms. Leila has raised the hair on my left hand, stroked it down, raised it up, and stroked it down….

 

 

 She totally playing with me like a toy, just because it’s still a slow time at the tavern.

 

 But if you ask me if I don’t like it, she’s soft, she’s warm, she smells nice, and she’s making me squirm, so how could I not like it?

 

 

 

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