It’s enough for one person to pick up a mission from the guild; the whole team doesn’t need to be present.
But for convenience, to save another trip to the inn.
They followed Adeline to the guild hall, waiting for her to finish the mission pick up before heading out of town.
Their gaze inadvertently paused.
Adeline, among the crowd ahead, seemed to have bumped into an acquaintance and was chatting with a man wearing silver arm armor, walking towards them.
"’Iron Hand’ George."
Berg, noticing Xia Nan’s curiosity, introduced him at the right moment.
Adeline had been in River Valley Town for many years, and her skills were quite good among low-level adventurers without Professional Level.
Though not a well-rounded, tactful person, she was considered a responsible leader.
Her reputation was decent.
It’s just a pity that her obsession with goblins restricted the team’s earnings far below what their skills could achieve.
The frequency of missions outside Hunting Days was far exceeding other adventurer teams in town.
Many tasks, little profit.
Even though Adeline had gained some reputation, she couldn’t keep people in her team.
Those newcomers would often leave for other ventures once they had settled a bit.
"Iron Hand" George was one of Adeline’s earliest teammates.
Many years ago, he was also a member of the "Green Blood" team.
After leaving, he formed his own team and made a name for himself in River Valley Town.
Their past being teammates also kept him in a good relationship with Adeline, lasting up to now.
"Just a deserter; lucky the boss doesn’t care; if it were me, I wouldn’t even give him the time of day!"
Abi’s tone carried obvious resentment, seemingly standing up for Adeline, condemning George’s departure from the team.
"Oh?" Berg glanced at him with some surprise, "Do you plan to stay in this team forever?"
Abi answered without hesitation.
"The boss brought me into this field; I would never betray her!"
Berg merely chuckled twice in response, choosing not to answer.
Young adventurers often overestimate their integrity.
Someday in the future, when he truly experiences the taste of money, the fear of death, and the joy of being alive and breathing.
The previously naive notions will naturally change.
The laughter felt particularly grating, making Abi feel his resolve was being slighted, he immediately frowned and glared seriously at Berg.
Eyes glancing sideways, he spoke pointedly:
"In your thirties or forties, many retire from this line; why are you still in the team?"
As soon as this question was asked.
Xia Nan, who hadn’t joined the conversation this whole time, couldn’t help but show some interest.
It’s indeed like Abi said.
After interacting for over ten days, he could confirm that Berg was a seasoned adventurer with years of experience and rather impressive skills.
According to "Green Blood" team’s tradition, he should have left the team long ago rather than staying to help them clear out goblins.
Unexpectedly, in what seemed like a hidden secret, Berg was quite candid.
"Because I’m afraid of dying."
Adjusting the strap of his quiver, he answered with a smile:
"No need to worry about running into a Bear with cubs or accidentally stumbling into a giant dragon’s nest."
"Even relying solely on those green-skinned rat bounties, the income is much more than working outside; spending days at the tavern every day."
"Safe, and earning money."
"What’s wrong with that?"
Hearing this, Abi just pouted.
Internally agreeing with Berg’s view, yet instinctively wanting to rebut, stubbornly argue a few points.
Just as he raised his head, Adeline already brought "Iron Hand" George in front of them.
He instinctively closed his mouth and shrank back.
Perhaps due to his relationship with Adeline, George showed enthusiasm towards them.
Even towards the relatively reticent Abi, he offered some advice as a veteran, teaching him some adventuring skills.
His gaze unexpectedly swept over Xia Nan’s iron-gray Beheading Longsword behind him.
George’s face couldn’t help but blossom into a friendlier smile.
With an air of knowing, he extended his metal-armored right hand towards Xia Nan:
"This must be ’Gray Sword’, right?"
Forcing a stiff smile, he shook hands with the other.
Xia Nan felt awkward in his heart.
Previously hearing nicknames like "Green Blood" and "Huo Ya", he had some expectations, hoping he could have a nickname that would be passed down someday.