Eidar did not hesitate. He seemed quite interested in Saelran, a companion who was only slightly older than him.
"I need to talk about this with my grandpa. All of you can come with me."
After saying that, Eidar turned around and ran quickly toward the entrance of the Adventurers Guild.
"Let's go together as well. We can meet the client," Captain Dalron said to the other three members. He then glanced at Saelran and burst into loud laughter. "Together?"
Saelran gave a small nod.
Captain Dalron walked side by side with Saelran toward the exit of the hall. The other three members followed behind, looking as if they were guarding Saelran.
After Saelran had shown his healing magic, many adventurer teams were already eager to make a move.
Right now, the actions of the "Guard" team caused many nearby adventurers to curse silently in their hearts.
At the receptionist desk, Daya, the brown haired girl, watched Saelran leave with the "Guard" team.Her brown eyes revealed a trace of envy and sadness.
"How amazing. Just by looking at him, you would never guess he is a faith based magic caster. If only he were my brother..."
Daya murmured to herself, but quickly returned to her professional smile as she greeted the next group of adventurers.
Outside the gate of the Adventurers Guild, there was a parked goods wagon. The old wooden wagon was filled with items. The bottom layer consisted of wooden crates of various sizes, covered with dry plants like hay.
A strong and slightly pungent smell of alchemical materials hit you the moment you approached the wagon.
At the front of the wagon sat an old man holding a horsewhip. His head was wrapped in a pale green turban. He was Eidar's grandfather, Maray.
Saelran and the "Guard" team stepped out of the gate and saw Eidar speaking to his grandfather, clearly explaining what had happened inside the Adventurers Guild.
Saelran and the others did not approach immediately. They waited near the back of the wagon.
They did not wait long.
Eidar soon approached them with a somewhat excited expression.
"Grandpa agreed. Sael, you can come with us."
"But he wants you to show your healing magic again, in front of him," Eidar said with a smile.
"That is fine," Saelran replied softly.
Compared to simply following a caravan or random adventurers to Antara, going with Eidar and the grandfather grandson pair he already knew felt far more reassuring.
And more importantly, Eidar's grandfather, Maray, was a Tier 3 Magic Caster who also possessed an Intermediate-tier class Fire Mage!
From the very beginning, Saelran planned to obtain the Fire Mage job from him.
This was one of the reasons Saelran wanted to travel to Antara.
Now they were traveling together!
Saelran followed Eidar to his grandfather while trying to hide his excitement.
The old man's wrinkled face and white hair made him look very old, and his expressionless face along with his slightly protruding jaw made him seem unapproachable.
In truth, someone who raised Eidar into such a gentle young man could not possibly have a bad personality.
"Where are you from? Black hair and dark brown eyes are extremely rare in this kingdom."
Grandpa Maray stared at Saelran without expression.
Hearing that, Saelran was startled. This was not an easy question to answer.
"Forget it. This is a trivial matter. Show your healing magic to this horse."
Grandpa Maray narrowed his eyes slightly and pointed at the black horse pulling the wagon.
The horse looked old. Its neck and back were slightly sunken after years of pulling the wagon.
The fur on its hindquarters was sparse, and faint red marks could be seen.
"Alright."
Saelran did not waste words. He raised his palm toward the black horse. "Minor Healing."
He felt a large portion of his magic power drain from his body.
A soft white glow spread out, enveloping the black horse. The red marks on its hindquarters quickly healed and disappeared.
"Pfft!"
The horse shook its head and snorted, looking quite comfortable.
Saelran exhaled.
Even though he did not feel tired, most of his magic power was gone.
The Tier 1 spell Minor Healing required 5 magic power points, and he had already used it twice today, including the demonstration in the Adventurers Guild hall.
He had only 13 points of magic power left. Even if he tried, he probably could not cast it again.
Saelran glanced at his status panel. His MP had not recovered even a single point since he first used Minor Healing.
The rate of automatic magic recovery was far slower than he had expected.
Perhaps it was because he still did not have a proper magic class.
Even though the Genius class could be converted into any basic class, it clearly lacked the attribute bonuses or passive effects provided by actual classes.
"Hmm." Grandpa Maray nodded, forcing a smile on his deeply lined face. "It seems our return to Antara can be sped up a little. Let us depart."
After saying that, he stopped paying attention to Saelran and called for Eidar. Once Eidar climbed onto the wagon and sat beside his grandfather
Crack!
The sound of the whip striking the horse rang out.
The wooden wheels creaked as they rolled, pressing down on the cobblestone ground.
Saelran and the members of the "Guard" team had no choice but to walk behind the wagon. Clearly, they were not invited to ride.
Fortunately, the heavily loaded wagon could not move very fast.
...
Four years before the New Calendar, May 17.
Saelran had left the capital on the second day after getting isekai'd.
In the Kingdom of Avendele, most of the land consisted of plains. The north and west sides bordered the coast, and there were two major port cities.
The kingdom was predominantly inhabited by humans. Demihumans were very few, largely due to the kingdom's dislike of other races.
It was said that in recent years, in the south, the Sacred Kingdom was at war with the Demihuman Kingdom, and many captured demihumans were sold to Avendele and Jarahat.
Their prices were quite high, generally above 300 gold coins.
Those were ordinary demihumans. Those with special skills could be sold for over 1000 gold coins.
It was said that these demihumans were sold as living magic artifacts.
Three days had passed since Saelran left the capital. This information came from conversations between Saelran and the "Guard" team.
The members of the "Guard" team seemed eager to build a relationship with Saelran. They answered almost every simple question he asked.
Because of that, Saelran indirectly learned common knowledge and basic information about this world.
No danger had appeared along the way. Perhaps that was because they were still in the heart of the kingdom.
After interacting for several days, aside from getting to know each other, Saelran finally understood why Eidar's grandfather, Maray, despite being capable of Tier 3 magic, still hired adventurers.
It was because he used them as labor.
The wagon was packed with potions and alchemical materials that needed to be dried every day.
Naturally, the task of loading and unloading fell to the "Guard" team, and Captain Dalron had complained about it more than once to Saelran in secret.
Saelran himself was not idle either.
During the time spent drying alchemical materials and resting at night, he had to continuously cast healing magic on the horses.
And not just to heal superficial whip marks.
According to Grandpa Maray, healing magic could not only mend injuries but also restore a portion of the target's stamina.
This made Saelran understand that the way skills worked in this world was different from how they worked in the game.
At the same time, because he kept consuming magic power, Saelran could also observe his magic recovery rate, which was about one point every hour.