The duo, reinvigorated in their mission after inspiring the dwarves, decided to put the Brothel and the heavy drinking after business was dealt with.
"Should we recruit more gnomes or something, the fortress is 60% dwarf, 30% humans and 10% gnomes right now." Maro asked curiously
"No, Gnomes are more stubborn than dwarves… in fact I guarantee if we ask any Gnomish community, we would actually deter them from coming… don't worry we're not a numerous bunch anyways… the Word of the Gnome king will spread with our Merchant spies, they will research on their own… Our people have been lied to a lot"
Maro nodded in understanding, it wasn't his place to interfere.
They busted in through the doors of the Adventurer's guild…
Immediately the air was tense… Everyone was looking at Maro and his super fancy maul… There were a bunch of Warriors, Mages, Rogues and Healers of all races… kind of all working together… It was disgusting… How could anyone trust a Goblin healer to not run away when things were tough or an Orc warrior not to lose his shit and kill a team member…
Stupid, no wonder everyone was tense here.
All thought he did see some pretty ladies around… maybe he should stick with people who don't have a class yet… much safer.
The duo approached the reception
The receptionist was a weebo's wet dream, super cute bunny girl… not his type… he hated furries… he rationalized the hypocrisy with the fact that the Elves used a druid transformation spell and they weren't permanently like that.
"Hello Ma'am, Gnarlo piped, we were wondering about how to get the process started to have a guild branch opened up in our new city"
They had to be careful, this was their first formal declaration of independence.
"Oh sir, it takes quite a while but it is possible… first step is to send an inspector out there to ensure that there are people strong enough to become adventurers"
No issue there Gnarlo thought
"Secondly we don't actually bring any job postings over with us unless there was a request specific to the area of your city, so local merchants and lords will have to put up the payout for job postings. The inspector will have to ensure there is a vibrant economy and enough people interested in posting"
That will take some time, but it's on its way, he thought… By the time the inspector comes well be all good on that front
"Three, an existing adventurer of Class B and above has to sponsor the request"
Shit… maybe the dwarven guards knew someone who could vouch for them…
She glanced at Maro who wasn't paying attention, just ogling a pair of beardless, tastefully thick, Dwarven females, who were covered in tattoos.
Too skinny and dangerous for me, no thank you and he turned back around
"I assume that the warrior accompanying you is your sponsor, he just has to show his Adventurers badge and we can schedule the inspector and pay down any fees".
Gnarlo replied "he is currently not an adventurer… but he is strong… a little dumb…actually a lot dumb, but then again I tell him what to do so he doesn't need his brain… what would it take to get him registered"
The rabbit girl checked her vast ledger quickly "umm if you have 5 silver, we currently have an assessor in the back, she's one of the few who's magic can identify your stats and abilities"
She paused for a second " if she assesses him at B rank, all he needs to do is finish one B rank mission and he can make the pledge.
He handed her the 5 silver coins and then smashed his sceptre on Maro's shin, who cried in paid "what the fuck Gnarlo"
"You have to get assessed, follow her to the back"
"Now… fine" Maro winked at the Dwarves, one of them threw a dagger at Maro who just let it embed into his chest… healed himself and then winked again as he went to the back. Not realizing the commotion he caused with that heal. Male healers were rare, male healers dressed as front line combatants were non-existent.
Maro entered one of the offices in the back, the rabbit girl introduced them quickly and took off.
Jintha was a gnomish mage in scholarly robes… she had to be a specialised mage… the first tier of magic was just the generic elemental spells. She had purple hair and a cute smile… Maro was curious he had never been with a gnome yet. Not because he didn't want to, he just thought he was too big for her… given this world she was probably 80 years old anyways.
"Excuse me, can we bring you back to the present please, meathead" Jintha was stern
"Okay, now that I have your attention, to start the assessment I have to extract some of your life force, this will get me exact details of everything I need to know"
Maro was confused, what did Gnarlo sign him up for… what was life force
"Sorry Jintha, but what is life force" he realized as she took out a huge crude and thick needle…
"Blood mixed with your energy and mana if you have it, I then cast a spell on it and the information in your blood comes to me" She explained
Before he replied, she stabbed him and took his blood.
After a couple seconds of casting her spell… she just stared at him for an uncomfortably long time..
Maro coughed "excuse me"
"Umm, you have the warrior specialization of paladin… there hasn't been a Paladin in centuries… not only that you are A rank in terms of power… there are a good chunk of people that are A rank but you are on the higher end of that scale… only a handful of S ranks in the entire continent too, none of which even leave the capital." She was still bewildered
"If you say so… now what's next" Maro asked.
Jintha was still staring, he was so young to be an A rank… most people at A rank were in their late thirties and forties on their way out and retiring from adventuring.
"I will tell the receptionist who will prepare your badge…" …
A short time later
"Fucking asshole, no way you are A-rank and I am C fucking plus… I am the King of Gnomes and Tamer of Trolls… Trolls with an S… multiple trolls…. Its rigged" Gnarlo was complaining out loud while they were staring at the mission board.
"You said just one mission at B rank and we can have the inspector?" Maro asked again
"Yes, how can you be A rank, you asked that question 3 times… she didn't take into account your lack of mental capacity"
Maro laughed at that one
"Well the reason I ask is, there is an SSS rank mission not far away and the rewards are pretty substantial… here take a look." Maro passed him the mission details
Gnarlo didn't even look "are you fucking stupid, you are A rank and I am C… and you want to do an SSS rank mission"
Maro interrupted him "Just fucking read it dickwad"
Gnarlo's brain was puzzling looking at the paper… "you think… your powers are suited to this… they definitely are… How confident are you Maro"
"100% confident… the assessor just said I'm probably the first paladin in hundreds of years" he replied as he was staring at the tattooed dwarf ladies. He wasn't actually 100% confident but it was the closest job that actually met the requirement… he didn't feel like sitting on a cart for a long time.
"Ok, I will inform the guild we are taking this mission and grab further details… do not fucking move from this spot" Gnarlo scolded him
Gnarlo took two steps, stopped, turned around and smacked him in the dick with the Troll head scepter. "Think with your brain, idiot" and walked away