“Hey, Aston, did you hear?”
Aston’s party was in high spirits, staying at a high-class inn near the special district of the royal capital.
“Yeah, it’s a direct request from Lord Fennel. I’m itching to get to work.”
They had received a request to subjugate a magical beast from one of the seven great noble families of the royal capital.
Normally, when requesting adventurers to deal with magical beasts, one would go through the Guild. The Guild would then post the request as a quest, and adventurers confident in their abilities would take it on. The system was such that those who succeeded would receive a reward.
However, if there was a particular party someone favored, they could become a sponsor and make a direct request. Lord Fennel had heard rumors of Aston’s party and specifically requested them.
“The moment we kicked that Zenos guy out, this happens. Our luck’s suddenly turned around.”
“It’s because that guy from the slums was dragging our luck down all this time.”
“No doubt.”
They all shared a hearty laugh.
The request was to hunt a Fire Fox, a magical beast, and bring back its pelt. Each strand of its fur was red and radiated heat, and it was known as a high-quality material for cold-weather gear and alchemy. Apparently, Lord Fennel wanted to give it to his daughter as a scarf for a special occasion.
The subjugation rank was B+. It was a bit challenging for any party but a veteran one, however, Aston and his companions had successfully subjugated multiple A-rank magical beasts before. They had never encountered a Fire Fox, but they were confident that this time would also be a breeze.
“With my swordsmanship, Yuma’s unerring archery, Andres’s destructive magic, and Gail’s defensive magic, there’s nothing to worry about.”
“It’s just a shame we don’t have a baggage handler.”
Gail quipped, and they all laughed again.
If they succeeded in this mission, they would become acquainted with a member of one of the seven great noble families. Joining the ranks of the nobility in the future was not an impossible dream.
“A toast to our bright future!”
Aston raised his glass high. He was already looking forward to the day of the subjugation.