"After you disappeared, that company's management went steadily downhill. Can't be helped, really — it was only running because you were doing everything solo. And then the company's new building caught fire, and everyone died."
"So even you were among them…"
"Yes. And when I prayed to the goddess to see you again, she gave me this[Bond of Reincarnation]. Senior, I can finally meet you in the truest sense. So the things I couldn't say in my past life, right here and now…"
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Well, now that I've reached Orichalcum Rank, maybe I can finally live a peaceful life.
"Hey, you little brat!!"
I looked around.
I'd been checking the adventurer guild's bulletin board, and there was no one around but adults.
For the record, I'm an adult too.
"Don't you ignore me! I'm talking about you — you, flaunting an Orichalcum tag like that! If that's a fake tag, that's a serious crime!"
A worn-out old man had come striding over and was shouting at me.
Wearing a fake high-rank tag would indeed be a serious crime.
The higher your rank, the lower the fees you pay to the guild.
Not that the guild would let it slide in the first place.
"So what do you want? What are you trying to say?"
"Kid, I'll keep quiet about it if you hand over the gold. Otherwise, your life is forfeit! Guaaagh!"
I wordlessly drew my sword and cut down the arm he'd pointed at me with.
Of course, I didn't forget to make a clean Line Sever so it couldn't be reattached right away.
I'd gone and cut something worthless again.
"Oh, and this is a disturbance fee for the guild."
I fished a pouch with hardly any money in it from the pocket of the man clutching his right shoulder and groaning, then handed it to the receptionist.
"That's a bit light, isn't it…"
The receptionist grumbled, but there was nothing I could do about that.
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"Wait, if you would."
The one who called out to me as I was about to leave was a young man with golden hair, the very picture of a noble heir, clad in golden armor.
He looked to be around twenty, give or take.
Three attendants accompanied him, all outfitted with clearly expensive gear.
One of those attendants was using a high-grade potion to seal the old man's wound.
It wasn't enough to restore a severed limb, but the bleeding stopped and the wound closed in the blink of an eye.
Then they began cleaning the soiled floor with water magic.
On top of that, they used wind magic to sweep away the dust in the area, leaving only the space around the young man spotless.
Healing someone's injuries for free didn't exactly seem like the job of a noble's attendant — what were they thinking?
While the attendants carried on with their work in a matter-of-fact manner, the young man in golden armor addressed the receptionist.
"Miss Receptionist, that should be returned to its rightful owner. I cannot simply stand by and watch such cruelty unfold before my eyes."
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Skills: [Reverse] [Divine Eye] [Sword God] [Phantom Thief Gentleman] [Dark Magic] [Rock-Iron Magic] [Holy Magic] [Space-Time Magic] [Scorching Magic] [Freezing Ice Magic] [Magic Hand] [Sedation] [Pain Dulling] [Complete Status Abnormality Resistance] [Flame Spirit's Protection] [Phantom Demon] [Gale Thunder] [Dark Spirit's Protection] [Monstrous Strength] [Thunder God Sword] [Fortune's Favor] [Clear Gale Magic] [Humility] [Heaven's Gate] [Ninja Master] [Eloquence] [Truth Seeker] [Abyss Whisper] [Super Intuition]
Rank: Orichalcum