The Garbage Collector Who Stumbled Upon Mythical Weapons! - Chapter 32
“Special-Rank Adventurer”—this is a rumor whispered among adventurers.
It is said that the country grants privileges to certain adventurers who surpass Level 30, secretly relying on them to resolve military, diplomatic, and national security crises.
Van had heard that only a few existed in the world, but—
“Impossible.”
He clearly denied it and drained the remaining wine in his glass in one gulp.
“I was curious too, so I investigated Garm.”
He placed the empty glass on the table and let out a sigh.
“I went to the guild and asked adventurers who knew about Garm.”
“And? What did they say?”
“Not a single one of them said Garm was exceptional. If anything, they described him as an unremarkable, struggling adventurer.”
Clay looked puzzled. The man they knew was completely different from that description.
“Something must have happened during the year he quit being an adventurer. That’s probably why he started again.”
Van’s reasoning made sense to Clay. Many people quit being adventurers, but very few decide to return. Especially someone like Garm, who was already over 30.
Normally, no one would think about restarting such a dangerous career.
“Do we have any idea what happened?”
“No… Garm doesn’t talk much about himself.”
“I see.”
The two fell silent. They couldn’t just force Garm to talk, so they had no way to dig further.
“Let’s stop prying until Garm is ready to talk about it himself.”
Clay nodded in agreement with Van’s decision.
“Yeah. There’s no doubt that old man is competent. If we push too hard and he leaves the party, that would be a problem.”
Van stared at Clay’s face for a moment before suddenly chuckling.
“What!?”
“Nothing… It’s just surprising. You used to hate Garm so much, but people really do change.”
“Shut up!”
Clay’s face turned red with frustration. Van laughed and patted him on the back to calm him down.
—The mystery remains, but for now, it’s fine. As long as they can move forward as a party.
Van thought to himself as he poured more wine into his empty glass.
Their drinking session reached a conclusion. When Van glanced out the window, he saw the quiet night deepen.
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The next day—In front of the large quest board at the adventurers’ guild, the members of “Great Eagle” were standing.
In the midst of the noisy crowd of adventurers, they were scanning the posted requests, debating which one to accept.
“We should prioritize the ones with the highest rewards.”
“Why? The details of the quest are more important! Besides, guild points, which are necessary for rank promotion, have nothing to do with the reward amount.”
“I know that! But if we take high-paying jobs, we can earn both money and points at the same time!”
As usual, Garm and Sophia were arguing. Garm prioritized reward money, while Sophia wanted to avoid difficult jobs.
Their opinions were completely opposite, and they never seemed to reach an agreement.
“How long are they going to keep this up!? Are they always like this?”
Clay, exasperated, turned to Van. Van and Amber exchanged glances and chuckled.
“Well… you could say it’s proof that they get along.”
“This is what you call getting along…?”
As the argument grew more intense, Clay finally decided to step in and stop them. But just then—
“Are you the members of ‘Great Eagle’?”
A sudden voice called out to them. Garm and the others turned around to see a woman they had never met before.
She had a dignified appearance, wore glasses, and was dressed in a perfectly pressed uniform without a single wrinkle.
It was not the usual uniform of a guild employee.
“Who are you?”
Van asked. The woman stepped forward and bowed politely.
“I am Natasha, the secretary of Jacob Orgon, the head of this guild branch.”
“The head of the guild?”
Sophia tilted her head in confusion. Clay muttered an explanation.
“Basically, she means the Guild Master.”
“What!? I didn’t even know the Guild Master really existed! I’ve never heard of anyone actually meeting him.”
Sophia’s surprise made Natasha smile. Van, however, looked wary.
“So, what does the secretary of the Guild Master want with us?”
“The Guild Master wishes to speak with you. If you have no objections, could you come to the top floor of the guild hall now?”
“Speak with us? About what?”
“That is something the Guild Master will tell you directly.”
Van turned to look at his companions. Garm and the others were equally uncertain, leaving the decision to Van.
“Alright. Lead the way.”
“Understood.”
Following Natasha’s instructions, Van and his team made their way to the top floor of the guild hall—right in front of the Guild Master’s office.
Of course, none of them had ever been here before.
It was rare for an adventurer to be summoned by a guild officer, let alone the Guild Master himself. Naturally, they felt nervous.
Natasha knocked on the ornate, carved door.
“This is Natasha.”
“Enter.”
A low, heavy voice responded. Van swallowed nervously and stepped inside behind Natasha.
The room had a desk piled high with documents, but no person in sight.
Once all the members of “Great Eagle” had entered, a voice spoke up.
“Oh, everyone is here!”
A face suddenly popped up from between the stacks of papers.
The man had reddish-brown hair, a thick mustache, and deep wrinkles carved into his aged face.
He hopped down from his chair and waddled toward Van and the others. He was incredibly small, barely the size of a child—a very tiny old man.