The Dark Warrior

adventurer was, the better his equipment became. With his female companion

and his regal set of armour, Ainz was very persuasive.

Noticing the change in the way they looked at him, Ainz cheered in his heart and

decided to strike while the iron was stil hot.

“As for me, I am a warrior that matches Nabel’s strength. I can affirm that this

level of jobs is a walk in the park for us.”

Compared to just now, the surprise of the receptionist and the adventurers

around him were smaller. Ainz felt the eyes watching him changing.

“We didn’t become adventurers just to perform simple tasks and earn some

copper coins. I want to challenge higher grade missions. If you want to see our

skil s, we can show them to you. Could you let us take this job?”

The hostility from before gradually thinned out, replaced by an atmosphere of

‘he’s right’ and ‘I see’. Adventurers who place emphasis on strength understood

Ainz’s words.

But the receptionist was different:

“... I am very sorry, I can’t let you take this job because of the regulations.”

The figure of the receptionist bowing in apology made Ainz strike a victory pose

in his heart.

“It can’t be helped then… I was being too forceful, sorry.” Ainz lowered his head

slight and apologized.

“Please help me find the most difficult copper medal job. Are there any others

apart from those on the board?”

“Ah, I understand. There are other jobs available.”

The receptionist got up and just as Ainz was in tears over his complete victory,

the voice of a man reached his ears:

“How about helping us with our job?”

“Huh?”

He couldn’t help growling menacingly. When Ainz turned around, trying to

smooth things over, he saw a group of 4 adventurers with silver medals

sparkling on their necks.

Ainz complained in his heart —— Just when I finally got my way... —— and

turned around to face them:

“The job… Is it a worthwhile job…?”

“Yeah─── we think it is worthwhile .”

The man who looked like the leader answered. He wore a chainmail armor ——

numerous chains of rings forming a mesh, which was worn on top of leather

armor or chainmail shirt —— a man looking like a warrior.

Should he join this man’s team and work together with them? He should decide

after hearing their offer, but there was no way for him to tell if the receptionist

would stil be wil ing to help him decide which job to accept.

On the other hand, taking on their job would allow him to build a relationship

with them and get Ainz the information he was after.

Ainz nodded slowly:

“Since I am seeking worthwhile jobs, let’s work hard together. But I stil have to

ask what kind of job it is.”

After hearing his response, the man asked the receptionist to prepare a room for

them.

It was similar to a conference room, a wooden table in the center with chairs

placed around it. The men sat next to each other on the chairs inside.

“Well, please take a seat.”

Ainz sat as requested and Narberal quietly settled down beside him.

The men were young, they didn’t even look 20, but there was nothing childlike

about them; they had a sense of maturity beyond their age.

They might’ve appeared to be sitting casually, but their positions allowed them to

take up their weapons immediately.

It might’ve been an unconscious act, or a force of habit after countless

experiences with death.

“Before talking about the job, let’s do a simple introduction.”

The man who looked like a warrior said on everyone’s behalf.

His appearance consisted of blond hair and blue eyes, both of which were

common in the kingdom, while his unremarkable face had smooth features.

“Nice to meet you, I am the leader of ‘the Swords of Darkness’, Peter Mork. This

is our team’s Ranger, Lukeluther Bolbu.”

The blond haired man with leather armor nodded in acknowledgement. His

brown, squinted eyes were cheerful and his long, skinny limbs gave him the

impression of a spider. But his thin body was the result of eliminating al fat.

“Next is our magic chanter, the strategist of the team. Ninya —— a ‘Mage’.

“Please take care of me.”

He was the youngest of the bunch. The man nodding was already of age, he

had brown hair and blue eyes, but the smile on his face stil looked childish.

Unlike the tanned skin of his other team members, his skin was pale and he had

the best looking face of the group. Not the manly sort of handsome, but the

metrosexual kind. Compared to the other men, his voice had a higher pitch.

But the smile on his face looked like a mask, no different from a fake smile.

As for his clothes, while his teammates were clad in armor, he was only wearing

leather clothes. If one were to look under the table, a myriad of strange items

could be seen hanging from his belt, including weirdly shaped bottles and

strange wooden things.

Considering the title of ‘mage’, he should be similar to Ainz, a power type magic

chanter.

“... Peter, could you please not use my shameful nickname during the

introductions?”

“Eh? But it’s cool.”

“You have a nickname?”

Ainz asked as he wasn’t sure what was happening and Lukeluther explained: