Helping with Adventurer Party Management - Chapter 114

Sara shows remarkable restraint. After leaving the Adventurers’ Guild and entering the office of Gorgogo Workshop, her face reddens, and her fists clench in silence. Then, it explodes.

Sara slams the documents she is holding onto the desk and, overwhelmed by her anger, starts crying.

“What is wrong with those guys!”

I pick up the scattered papers while hugging Sara. Her anger doesn’t abate. She continues to thrash and scream in my arms.

“When I was counting coins while starving and had no money! When I almost died fighting goblins because I ran out of arrows! And when Kimberly and the others died! Was that all meaningless to them?! I can’t forgive them! We weren’t risking our lives to feed those guys!!”

Until recently, Sara has been an adventurer, earning copper coins. The struggles she endured to become an adventurer as a single woman and the financial difficulties she faced afterward must have been immense. It is a shock for her to realize that these struggles are meaningless to the Adventurers’ Guild’s management.

Normally, the structure of exploitation is cleverly hidden by class differences, distance, job roles, and departmental barriers. At the Adventurers’ Guild, the front-line staff are usually inexperienced merchants, so even if adventurers complain about purchases or requests, nothing changes. Adventurers often give up midway, as blaming the staff doesn’t help. The lazy management never hears these complaints.

Tax collectors come to the countryside, but they are sent out only if they are fair, strict, and compassionate. Since the farmers’ lives are at stake, sending incompetent officials would lead to severe consequences and rebellion from the farmers.

Although nobles might be wasting tax money behind the scenes, farmers can only guess about it. The officials who visit the villages are seen as respectable, and farmers endure heavy taxes while believing that the officials are doing their best despite the difficulties, so they bite their lips and endure the heavy taxes.

Sara, who comes from a rural village and became an adventurer, happens to assist with my work, receives the necessary education, and participates in business consultations. As a result, she may have become more perceptive compared to the average farmer in this world.

With that background, seeing the lazy part of the nobility gathered in the management of the Adventurers’ Guild today, and hearing their voices, Sara must realize that adventurers’ suffering is not just due to bad luck but also due to the laziness of the nobility. It is the absurdity and structure of this realization that strikes her.

I think it’s because the nobility limits educational opportunities. Sara’s cry of “We’re humans too!” and her awareness are noble. But it also means we must be cautious.

In this world, the lives of commoners are considered cheap. It’s necessary to discuss things with Sara to ensure that she doesn’t endanger herself by antagonizing the nobility or the Adventurers’ Guild.

I decide to wait for Sara to calm down and first listen to her. When discussing things, you must start by listening to the other person. Those who don’t listen to you are unlikely to properly hear what you say.

Right now, I just want to understand what Sara is thinking and feeling.

“It’s so unfair! It’s wrong, Kenji! People like them eat well, wear nice clothes, and live well…!”

“Yeah, it is strange.”

I don’t know the common sense of this world, so from the bottom of my heart, I genuinely feel that it’s unfair.

Sara, perhaps sensing that my response isn’t just lip service, shifts slightly in my arms and peers up at me.

“Do you really think it’s wrong?”

“Yeah, I do.”

I can say that with confidence. The reason I’m struggling to establish a business and trying to build relationships with the Adventurers’ Guild is that I believe the system that allows current rookie adventurers to suffer is wrong.

“I see…”

Sara doesn’t shout anymore after hearing my answer. For a while, she silently cries in my arms.

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After a while, Sara begins to speak softly. It’s the story of a girl born in a rural village near the northern forest of this city, who eventually became an adventurer.

“I was born in a rural village near the northern forest of this city…”