Walking in Another World

e can pick herbs.

It says the place I went to doesn’t have a consistent amount to pick.
Or maybe too many people went there and it was picked clean.

There were a lot of magic energy herbs there, but I get the feeling there were too few medicinal herbs and vitality herbs.

While I groan in front of the board with the quests, people are leaving the other side, so I move there.

Let’s see… We are receiving more information about the scope of the group of orcs.
There were reports by multiple people that a superior species was sighted during our first fierce clash, so scouts are currently being sent to confirm this information.
It says.

The rest is about construction of simple fortresses and defensive bases.
It also asks the feudal lord for the support of the chivalric order.

I think they should probably just retreat until the chivalric order arrives, but maybe they’re building defensive positions to distract scouts and stuff like that.

“H-hum…”

Someone calls out to me as I look at the board.
I think it’s one of the ladies that works as a receptionist.

“What is it?”

“Hum, are you Sora?”

“I am.”

“Thank goodness.
Can you come over here? There is something I want to talk to you about.”

We head to an empty reception desk.

“So…”

“I have a quest for you…”

“…Is that what’s called a designated quest? I am only ranked D.”

“Not really a designated quest, rather, I heard you are a pro when it comes to picking quests, and would like you to accept one.”

“Where did you hear that?”

“…Adventurers have been talking about it, but then we received a report from the adventurer guild in Physis.”

Is that a good answer? No, wait, does that mean guilds can communicate with each other?

“If you need them for the hunt, it would be better if you didn’t get your hopes up.”

“W-why?”

“I don’t know how much you need, but if you want me to deliver a lot, the places where I can pick them are too far.
It would take me a day, no, two, and that’s not including the time it would take me to actually pick them.”

“…Yes, the places where you can pick a lot are far from here.
But what if we provided a wagon?”

“That would take less time, but I don’t really want to go with other people.”

“Eh… Why?”

“I want to be able to focus while I pick.”

That’s a lie.
I just don’t want people to see me pick them.
What if someone feels there’s something odd about it?

If they’re willing to provide a wagon, I’m sure they’re going to hire more people and have as many as possible picking herbs.

“So…? I can continue to accept picking quests normally.
They pay well, so I was going to do it anyway.”

“…Please wait.
I have to talk to my superiors.”

The receptionist lady gets up in a hurry and disappears to the back.

Hn… So they’re low on medicinal herbs… Wouldn’t it be more effective if they just brought them here and I did the picking? But I guess there’s also the risk of getting ripped off by the middle man.
It’s tough.