"hahaha, what the hell was that? He wants a salary and a place to stay. Moreover, after lifting a sack, he looks weak as if his bones will break. What a shameless man, hahaha"
"Really. If it was that easy to find a job, would there be so many people lying on the street? A fool who doesn't know how the world works!"
The owner of the inn near the North gate of the city looked back at the one-armed young man as he walked out the door in disappointment, then turned to the laughing crowd and bowed. "I'm sorry, dear guests. If I had known he would propose such a foolish thing, I would never have let you see this theater."
"Hahaha, no problem. It was really fun," the man with a sword hanging from his waist, who was drinking with his friends in the inn's hall, told the innkeeper who apologized to him that it was okay.
"Oh that's right, he also said something; I know how to read but I've never tried to write before. Hahaha what a young man!"
The knight to whom the innkeeper apologized slowly stopped laughing after hearing what his friend had said. As far as he knew, people were always taught to read and write together.
If what this boy said was true and he had never picked up a pen before, there could be two reasons. The first possibility is that he was taught how to read by an old peasant who showed him how to read by showing him books.
As the knight considered the second possibility, the drink in his hand began to taste unpleasant. Even though he guessed it was close to impossible, the one-in-a-million chance was still there.
There was a small chance that this one-armed brat had learned to read with the advanced magic of "six ring magic".
The others at the table, noticing the knight's strangeness, gradually quieted down and gave him a quiet place to think, but the knight's hesitation did not last long. He soon decided that this was impossible.
To use magic at the six ring level, one must be at least a Grand Wizard. As far as he, an official knight, knew, there were only three Grand Wizards in the entire natural empire.
If this boy was somehow connected to one of those three, he wouldn't be looking for a job at an insignificant inn like this one.
It was not these thoughts that silenced the knight. It was the strange feeling that followed them. For a moment the knight felt like a stereotypical side character, unable to see the reality in front of him. That's why the alcohol he drank lost its flavor.
While the knight ignored the mercenaries accompanying him and went to his room to sleep, Eren sat on the edge of the large ornamental pool in the middle of the street and looked at all the inns in the square.
His plan for completing his second mission was simple and logical. He was going to start working at an inn and get a place to stay in exchange for half of his salary, but that didn't seem to be possible. Or rather, Eren's way of thinking was still very much in his own world.
For some reason in this world, even a lowly inn has very high standards for who they hire as employees. It's as if they want people with defective bodies to die.
Even stranger, Eren could easily tell that there was a shortage of employees after a few glances at each of the places he went to look for a job. Even in a restaurant where almost 50 people sit, order food and drink, the number of employees that can be seen with a single glance is only 6 or 7.
Just then, a piece of Eren's memories appeared in front of his eyes. In these memories from the childhood of the previous owner of the body, there was an ordinary image of the first floor of the brothel where he was raised as a child.
While the entire brothel was a large building consisting of 6 floors, the first floor was just a large hall. In this hall, tables and chairs are scattered in every corner and there are many waiters serving alcohol to people.
The purpose of the hall is to host an event once a week organized by the most famous prostitute, the queen of the brothel. On non-event days, ordinary guests who can't afford to spend the night here but want to have fun find a place in the saloon and buy drinks for the female staff to keep them company.
At the same time, a group of female artists play music all night long, adding to the joy of the atmosphere.
While Eren was thinking about all this, he decided that instead of looking for a job in an inn, he would go to Red Street and look for a job there.
The quality of service there seems to be higher than in other parts of the city. Red Street probably has the highest number of workers outside the city center.
Just as I was about to get up from the fountain and go to the red street according to the vague directions in his memories, he sat down again with a loud warning sound coming from his stomach.
It was only recently that he remembered that he hadn't eaten anything since the morning because he had been looking for work.
Eren, who had never worried that he might die of hunger since the moment he was born, felt a little scared for the first time.
Maybe it was commonplace in this world for people with nowhere to stay to starve to death. Maybe neither the city government nor ordinary people feel anything about a person starving to death.
What should I do? Should I beg them to give me food? No, if I beg I will be seen as a common beggar. Maybe I should grovel at your feet while I look for a job?
[Host, you have a new mission]
When Eren became emotionally exhausted by the cruelty of this new world, the reminder of the system appeared like a savior and saved him from unnecessary thoughts.