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Chapter 35 Remedial Opportunities

I had just been daydreaming in the tavern about how wonderful it would be, how righteously I would rebuke that high and mighty clerk from the Adventurers' Guild.

But when he actually stepped into the magnificent guild hall, smelled the fragrance inside, and then sniffed the sour smell on his own body, a strange sense of inferiority arose spontaneously, and even the accusations he had prepared became a little gentler.

"Why is it taking so long? Didn't we agree that it would only take one day?" Doug said, frowning slightly.

"I'm sorry, dear sir, it seems that our informant, whom we originally planted among the slave traders, was eliminated by the slave traders themselves due to some unforeseen circumstances. According to another informant, he reportedly failed to escape and was then killed by the person you are looking for."

Listening to the Adventurers' Guild clerk's polite yet cold words, Doug scratched the back of his head, somewhat bewildered: "So why can't you just buy the informants you planted? Wait, what do you mean by 'the person I'm looking for killed the informant'? Are you talking about Lester?"

The clerk remained expressionless and politely replied, "The benefits the informant brings to the guild are not enough to support us spending money to buy him back, so we can only let them escape on their own. We are just providing them with the corresponding intelligence and convenience."

"As for your second question, yes, it was Mr. Lester you were looking for who killed the informant. However, your request to steal Mr. Lester's belt as evidence has unfortunately failed. After killing the informant, Mr. Lester put the stolen belt back on. We will refund your commission fee in full, which is two silver coins and forty copper coins."

Upon hearing this, Doug's thoughts were a jumbled mess. Some were astonished by the cold-bloodedness within the Adventurers' Guild, while others wondered why Lester had suddenly committed murder.

Of course, his biggest thought was one of overwhelming relief. When he first heard that Lester had killed the Adventurers' Guild's informant, he thought he would be held responsible for the village's death.

Three gold coins! I spent almost two and a half just on this intelligence. Plus, I lost a life. I'm not sure if the remaining 50 silver coins will be enough.

However, just as he was feeling relieved, the Adventurers' Guild clerk spoke up again: "By the way, sir, you need to pay ten silver coins for the death of your informant. After all, it was because he was completing the task you assigned, and the murderer was someone you were asked to find."

Well, Lester shouldn't have been thinking those random things. Maybe if he hadn't thought about it, he wouldn't have had to pay for it.

However, amidst the helplessness, there was also a hint of surprise. I never expected that a human life would be so cheap in this Adventurers' Guild. Of course, before this, I would never have thought that such a huge sum of money as 10 silver coins was cheap.

The main reason is that with Thorne spending 3 gold coins just to buy Leicester's intelligence as a precedent, 10 silver coins seem cheaper.

Doug silently mourned for the unfortunate guy who was killed by Lester and had misjudged people by joining an organization that didn't treat people like human beings. Without saying anything more, he handed over 10 silver coins.

The clerk returned the two silver coins and forty copper coins for the failed commission, and only after settling the accounts did he hand back the parchment containing Leicester's intelligence.

He quickly returned to the familiar little tavern next door, sat down in the corner where he always sat, his back pressed tightly against the corner, and carefully unfolded the parchment, as if afraid that another eye had grown out of the back of his head to peek at the information.

Lester was sold to a slave trader named Baron, and is now in the slums outside the south wall of Autumnwind Town. One of the outermost slave warehouses is Baron's property, and Lester is in it. As for further information...

After all, their literacy level is limited, and there's nothing that can be done about it.

In short, I have now completed the task assigned by the lord, and it is time to return to the village.

Thinking of the soft, delicious bread and comfortable beds in the village, he quickly left the tavern.

And so, after a day and a half of travel, taking a long detour overnight, the intelligence was delivered to Thorne one morning.

Because the villagers were so enthusiastic about training, the stone spears were breaking down almost every day. Thorne, who was busy making new weapons for the villagers at his workbench, was also incredibly excited when he received the news.

Lester has been found! The slave traders will soon be out of work! After rescuing the slaves, they can also fill the village's population gap. When attacking the goblin's lair and upgrading iron weapons, I won't have to do so much repetitive work every day!

Is there anything better than waking up to a barrage of good news?

Thorne sighed as he continued reading.

What does it mean that Lester killed someone the day after being sold to the slave warehouse?

What does it mean that he became the acting manager of the slave warehouse on that very day?

What do you mean he has nothing better to do than cause trouble for the person who wrote this information, and beat her up whenever he has nothing better to do?

As for why he was beaten, the author didn't write the reason, which is a bit of a pity, but Thorne still believes there must be a reason for it.

Leicester is such a simple and honest person, why would he bother picking fights for no reason?

But this simple and honest man was not having a good life in the slave warehouse at this moment.

When he was appointed as the manager of this group of slaves by that bastard named Baron, he refused for a moment. After all, in his mind, only Thorne could command him.

But he quickly realized something: if he didn't accept the appointment, he might not even live to see the day he was rescued. So, surviving wasn't shameful.

Moreover, I have to admit that since I became a semi-manager, my treatment has indeed improved. While others were eating thick, sour porridge, I was eating dry food and drinking water every meal.

All I had to do was keep the slaves from causing trouble or escaping. Hmm... that was easy, but it also came with responsibility.

For example, not long ago, after a slave he had hit on the head with the hilt of a knife escaped, he was subsequently beaten severely by Baron's men.

The fact that he had allowed the slave to escape, which was no different from stealing money from Barron's pocket, infuriated him. However, the truth that it was all a staged act by Barron himself effectively mitigated his anger.

Perhaps because most people in power these days like to use a method similar to mass-producing Stockholm syndrome to subdue their subordinates, Barron deliberately let the slave go, beat Lester up, and finally decided to give him a chance to make amends.

Make Lester do more cruel and unscrupulous things, make him feel like he's not a human being, but a beast, a monster, and then take him under his wing.

As for Lester's true thoughts, he could only tell the dog to wait. He was willing to do anything to survive, and given the chance, Baron would definitely not survive if he fell into his hands. However, the most important thing was to survive, so he chose to accept the opportunity.

However, when the opportunity actually came, he regretted it a little.

A handsome child lay calmly in front of him, with an axe beside him, and Baron's voice could be heard in his ears.

"This is your chance to salvage the situation. This child is a bit too old to fetch a good price, and it will take too long for him to grow into a working adult. So I plan to cripple him and sell him to the city's gangsters as a beggar. Come on, cut off his hands, cut off his legs, or both."

"Now, what's your choice?"