## Chapter 315 – The Great Bumblebee Incident
The truth is, being an adventurer is more like being a sword-wielding handyman in the city.
They’re also part-time robbers, making it an incredibly multi-tasking job that includes laborers and beggars.
Why is this even called being an adventurer?
I have no idea why they’re called adventurers when it’s like this, but calling them mercenaries feels like a stretch.
Mercenaries in this world are literally organized groups of insane serial killers who carry out professional warfare.
So, it’s too ambiguous to call them mercenaries.
How could some two-bit adventurer even dare to mess with killers hardened by war? That’s why they can’t be called mercenaries, so they’re called adventurers.
Mercenaries are war experts. Adventurers are just odd-jobbers.
That’s about it.
—Adventurers.
But they don’t really do any adventuring in the first place.
All they do is shitty odd jobs and violent tasks like hunting monsters. The only adventure they have is sniffing out the scent of money and moving from place to place.
There’s no dream or hope.
Seeing as Columbus is also called an adventurer, “adventurer” might be a derogatory term similar to an insult, referring to a trashy bastard who does terrible things.
Anyway, adventurers are just low-level commoners who happen to carry weapons, and they have no production skills, no base, no family, and no home, so they risk their lives hunting monsters for a few copper coins. They’re pathetic.
Every country has its underclass, and in this world, that’s the adventurers. Today, they’re crawling out of the city walls to earn a few measly coppers.
Some of them are diligent, and some have a righteous heart, but probably five out of ten are trash who would turn into murderous robbers if they had the chance. Those who make a living out of slaughter can’t be normal. Just like Columbus.
Well… that doesn’t necessarily mean they’re unhappy.
If those fly-like bastards with no base, no home, no land, and no skills didn’t have that kind of work, wouldn’t they starve to death?
This is an era where you’re grateful just to be alive.
It’s the same in Earth and this world.
From the city’s perspective, they’re doing all sorts of troublesome tasks cheaply, so they don’t impose any special regulations, and there’s always a way to make money.
—What adventurers live off of.
In fact, the Adventurers’ Guild deserves a lot of credit for this.
Those who run the guild by sucking up to the city’s power holders are the real culprits who drive down the value of adventurers.
The guild acts like an intermediary, with the motto of quickly and efficiently resolving all the city’s tasks by concentrating them in the guild.
Of course, there are bound to be many users.
Wouldn’t it be faster to put in a request with the guild and wait, rather than individuals finding people and making requests themselves?
That’s the role of the guild.
Of course, the guild doesn’t pay much attention to the adventurers, who are the underclass. Just as adventurers are only adventurers in name, the Adventurers’ Guild is also only an Adventurers’ Guild in name.
You can understand this when you consider that F~E rank adventurers get no benefits whatsoever.
To the guild, those bug-like street bums are just beings who should “take the jobs we give them, earn money, and pay us the fees.”
There are tons of adventurers anyway, and there’s no shortage of beggars who work for money. Even if they’re treated like shit, the beggar-like adventurers have no choice but to work cheaply and come to pay the fees.
The worst thing is that even though they inevitably dedicate themselves like this, they don’t really protect them.
All they do is give them jobs and provide a party registration system.
In fact, this party system is just a bare minimum measure created to prevent killers from tricking and killing someone.
It’s just a bare minimum measure so you don’t have to worry about being killed by your party members when you go to work together. Of course, it’s not uncommon for killers to kill everyone and run away to another city.
Ah, the life of an adventurer is so shitty.
There are no labor unions in this world. They just have to live within the created system, being exploited with their lives on the line.
I think this strange way of life is due to the existence of monsters in this world.
—That’s roughly the concept of adventurers that I know. Honestly, I don’t know much about it, so there seem to be some vague parts.
But this is the story of F~E rank adventurers, who make up the ‘majority’ of adventurers, and things are very different from D rank and up, like me.
D-rank adventurers, who have been recognized for their swordsmanship and trustworthiness to some extent, are key members of the guild, and they are given benefits and assigned various important quests.
Real jobs like subjugating monster gangs that have appeared in farming villages. Work that requires force that F-rank and E-rank amateurs can never accomplish.
But not so difficult.
At the same time, it doesn’t cost that much money.
As expected of a group of odd-jobbers, even D-rank isn’t that big of a scale.
The request to subjugate the hobgoblins who occupied the mine last time is exactly the average for D-rank. No matter how hard the farmers try to solve it with hoes, many will die. It’s better to just spend a few bucks and hire someone.
Well, that’s the fundamental reason why the adventurer business is so popular.
So, in fact, the title of C-rank adventurer is like the final tech for an adventurer.
For example, there’s the Cockatrice.
In this world, such brutal monsters appear quite frequently.
Subjugating such subtle large monsters doesn’t require the use of soldiers, but it’s also not something that F~D rank adventurers can subjugate.
A C-rank adventurer does this.
They are also key members of the guild. As true guild members, they receive various benefits and solve real problems that need to be solved.
At this point, you can say that they don’t do any odd jobs at all and are engaged in the professional monster hunter business.
But here a question arises.
Then what about B-rank? What about A-rank?
To answer that, whether it’s B-rank or A-rank, it only exists in name, and in fact, you can think of it as non-existent.
A large monster stronger than a Cockatrice.
It would be nice to grind such high-level adventurers into such a thing, but those with that much power don’t do such trivial things as adventurers. Why would they be adventurers when they have that much skill?
There are many better, easier, and more lucrative jobs.
The disaster that requires such a skilled person is what the city’s power holders must solve. Usually, soldiers or knights are deployed for this kind of work.
So, there’s nothing for adventurers to do proactively.
The Ogre Subjugation was just a cheap way to gather adventurer cannon fodder to reduce the damage to Lady Isvant and her private soldiers.
Of course, it seems that the calculation was a bit off, but there’s no need to compensate the adventurers who died like maggots, so thanks to the adventurers who died in droves, the guild was able to swallow the subsidies received from various places and fatten its belly a bit.
In such events, the guild benefits even if adventurers die.
And well, the army solved the orc gang that appeared in the Dodens Barony, but the odd job of dealing with the stragglers was entrusted to the adventurers.
That’s how it is.
“What.”
Looking at the guild’s bulletin board, I somehow had that thought.
Currently, the bulletin board was cluttered with everything from F-rank requests for gathering something, to E-rank requests for subjugating goblins who were excited and rampaging in the cruel season of spring. And even D-rank requests that I could do.
Looking closely at one of them, I found something quite absurd.
“Murder Hornets?”
Winia, who used to go in and out of the magic tower, said that the jungle that had sprung up nearby had stopped its explosive expansion and had become fixed and integrated with the terrain.
Others may not know, but we speculated that the expansion had stopped because Alaune had fallen.
So, due to the jungle that had simply become terrain, the local economy seemed to be revitalized as various jobs were created, but accidents also became revitalized.
The content of the request was that giant hornets flying from the jungle were killing people and kidnapping children, which was fucked up. Below that, a small note stated that the merchants were suffering greatly because they were constantly interfering with the operation of the merchants.
The content of this D-rank request was that if you subjugate the Murder Hornets, you will be paid a reward of 1 silver for every three heads.
It seemed that the rank had been upgraded due to the large number of victims.
Next to the note, in red letters, was an additional explanation that many adventurers and ordinary residents had already been torn apart by the hornets and that there was evidence that they had been dragged to their nest somewhere.
“That’s fucking scary.”
Could this be the Abyss Stinger I saw last time?
But those guys weren’t big enough to tear people apart. It’s strange unless they’ve grown rapidly in the meantime.
I wish Copson was here.
In my head, I imagined giant Murder Hornets brutally killing a child playing in the field like a nightmare, making them into meat dumplings and feeding them to the larvae.
I felt so much fear that the hair on my body stood on end.
What kind of efficacy would the poison made from such giant hornets have… I was so afraid of that that my teeth were chattering.
I went back to the inn and explained this to Winia.
Claudie seemed to be out for a while.
“I know. I heard about it at the magic tower.”
“If it’s 1 silver for three heads, isn’t that pretty good?”
“I guess so. Shall we go check it out?”
We decided to go together once Claudie came.
Since I came in, I gave water to Alaune’s flower, or Raune for short. The red petals were in full bloom, and it was so strange that it turned its head when I gave it water.
It’s kind of cute.
“Alaune…”
Maybe the Murder Hornets are rampant because of this. Maybe. Just maybe. Could it be that the queen who was supposed to be the ruler of the forest has disappeared, so those things are trying to increase their power?
What a terrible delusion.
I shook off the distracting thoughts.
First, I need to see the heads of those Murder Hornets. It won’t be too late to start working in earnest after I see them.
“Oh, right, Darkie. I looked into the flower.”
“Oh. What kind of flower is it?”
Winia, who came to me while I was watering, said.
“There are few documents, and there is no data that deals with the exact substance, so I don’t know well, but according to the rumors, it seems to be used as a top-class alchemy or magic material. It’s an unclear story, but there’s also a story that it’s used to make a special elixir.”
I know it’s amazing, but you haven’t explained it yet.
Then I guess I’ll have to keep raising it for now.
“But besides the data, I looked into various legends and folk tales, and there were several points where I wanted to experiment a little.”
“Experiment? What is it?”
“Darkie, let’s take out your dick first.”
“What! Why!”
I was so surprised by the sudden words that I was greatly startled. Seeing me in shock, Winia said persuasively.
“There’s a story that it promotes growth with blood flowing from the neck of a death row inmate, cerebrospinal fluid from someone who starved to death during a famine, or the semen of a man with abundant yang energy. But I can’t get the first two, can I?”
She smiled and gently tapped my crotch.
But the blood of a death row inmate or the cerebrospinal fluid of a starving person… Somehow, the materials were all so brutal and cruel that they felt like Alaune herself.
“But. The last one. Our. Darkie. Has it?”
—Tap tap tap.
Um.
“Come on, Darkie! Let’s take out your dick quickly! I’ll do it with my hands today!”
“No, what kind of maniacal… okay.”
Looking at Winia smiling brightly, I couldn’t help but want to do as she asked. She wants to experiment, so I have to let her.
—Flop.
I immediately lowered my pants.
“It’s dead?”
“Make it stand up.”
“Hehe. What should I use to make it stand up?”
“Boobs!”
Winia, who took off her clothes, revealed her big breasts.
“Hehehe. Darkie, you cute little thing. Do you like my breasts that much?”
“I like them so much.”
She stretched out her hands and pinched my cheeks once, smiled cutely, and knelt down to start doing a paizuri on the spot, so I naturally got an erection.
“Does Darkie like it?”
“I like it so much…!”
The thing buried between her breasts was rubbed between them, giving me a dreamlike pleasure. Before long, I felt like I was about to cum, and she stopped the paizuri, aimed my thing at the pot, and shook her hand quickly.
—Thwack thwack thwack thwack.
There’s no way I can withstand a handjob after a paizuri.
—Pshoo! Pshoo!
As a result, I ended up doing the truly absurd act of bukkake on the flower. The spurted semen soaked the petals and flowed down the stem and pooled.
I can’t believe it.
I never thought I would do bukkake on a flower in my life.
