The Dark Warrior

Verita hesitated, she knew this potion had incredible value, but was it the right

choice to sell it right now for 32 gold coins? The chances of getting another

potion like this were slim.

But wil she live to return if she rejects?

Watching the hesitating Verita, Lizzie shook her head and proposed another

plan--

Part 4

The next morning, Ainz, who was calling himself Momon now, opened the guild's

door.

After entering the building, he saw the counter where three ladies received

adventurers with smiles. There were warriors in full body armor, agile looking

people with a bow and dressed in light armor, people in priestly attire

accessorized with religious symbols... and magic chanters with long robes and

staffs.

There was a large door to the left and a notice board to the right. He didn’t see

them yesterday, but there were several parchments pasted on it and groups of

adventurers were talking in front of them.

Feeling annoyed by the scene and the parchments, Ainz approached the

counter.

Many looked at the bronze medal on Ainz's neck and he could feel them

gawking at his entire body, similar to the atmosphere at the tavern yesterday.

Ainz observed these adventurers from the corner of his eyes. The medal on their

necks were made of silver and gold, there were no copper medals. Feeling a bit

out of place, Ainz walked up to the counter.

A group of adventurer just departed, leaving one of the female receptionists free.

After reaching her he asked:

"Sorry, but I am looking for a job."

"In that case please choose one of the parchments over there and bring it over."

Ainz nodded to express comprehension, all the while feeling as if his sweat

glands were working again. He went to the front of the notice board with the

parchments. Ainz browsed through them and nodded strongly.

Yup, I can't read.

One of this world’s rules was that verbal communication would be translated, but

apparently this didn’t apply to written words.

The last time he visited the guild, he was helped by one of the women working

as receptionists and he naively assumed it would be the same this time. He felt

like sighing or rolling on the floor, but was able to pull himself together. Grateful

for the changes after getting this body, Ainz racked his brains.

The literacy rate here wasn't high, but it would stil be awkward if others found

out he couldn't read, they might even look down on him.

Ainz had given all his word-deciphering tools to Sebastian and didn't learn any

such magic at all during his time in YGGDRASIL. He used scrolls in place of this

seemingly useless magic.

Not making any preparations even though he couldn’t read the language of this

world, that was stupid, but now it was too late for that and regretting it wouldn’t

help.

Narberal couldn’t read either, so there was no other way.

Although his mind was fil ed with negative thoughts, as the supreme ruler of

Nazarick he should avoid any shameful behavior.

After making up his mind, Ainz tore off one sheet of parchment and headed to

the counter:

“I want to take this job.”

The receptionist looked puzzled by the parchment shoved before her and smiled

awkwardly:

“I am sorry, this job can only be undertaken by mithril ranked adventurers…”

“I know, that’s why I took it.”

Hearing Ainz’s calm and determined manner of speech, the receptionist showed

a look of surprise.

“Uh, that…”

“I wish to take this job.”

“Huh? But even if you request it, the rules and conditions…”

“The rules are stupid. I’m not willing to repeatedly do these mindless tasks

before I am eligible for promotion.”

“But if the job ends in failure, many people wil lose their lives.”

The receptionist’s firm voice was backed by the guild’s evaluation system and by

extension the combined effort of many adventurers.

“Hmmph.”

After hearing Ainz contemptuous voice, the adventurers and receptionists turned

noticeably unfriendly. This newbie was simply making fun of their adherence to

the rules. Ainz thought that them showing such attitude was only natural.

Ainz’s body, being that of an undead, was incapable of feeling itchiness or pain,

however the vestiges of Suzuki Satoru made Ainz want to profusely bow and

apologize.

Suzuki Satoru hated people who “despite having no ideas of their own, stil

completely refused the suggestions of others”, “people without common sense”.

Now that Ainz behaved like the latter, he really wanted someone to beat him up.

But Ainz couldn't back off just yet. Despite thinking he should relent, he stil had

to achieve a more favorable outcome for himself, so Ainz resorted to his kil er

move.

“The person behind me is my companion. She's a magician of the 3rd tier.”

Despite the tense air, everyone looked at Narberal with surprise in their eyes. In

this world, magic chanters who reached the third tier were considered as having

reached the stage of a master.

Is this true? Everyone’s eyes were all over Ainz and his regal set of armour,

doubting the truth behind his words.

An adventurer’s equipment and abilities were tied: the more capable an