Adventurer

The inside of the adventurer guild were simple. There were wooden tables, chairs, as well as banners indicating its affiliation with the Magic Association. Adventurers, travelers, and merchants were drinking and sitting in groups.

"Ogas!" Corre said, frightened.

Ogas was a Silver-ranked adventurer himself. He was around the same height as Corre and John—about six feet tall—and he was wearing a dark green bandana in his head, and was using a machete as his main weapon. He wore light armor which suited an agile wild melee fighting style.

"Um." Kara called.

"Ogas, let go of him," John and Ellie said, afraid for the bald Ogas.

"Huh? What do you mean? Don't worry, I won't take this pretty boy from you guys."

"That's not what I mean…" Corre eyed Kara's facial expression, but Ogas was in the way.

The identity of the man he has around his sweaty arm right now was a natural mage capable of slaying him in an instant!