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Just another Isekai Lover~
Chapter 11: The Commission
With the success of the cement trial, the breaches in the northern city wall were no longer a concern, and Biansh Town’s safety was greatly secured.
However, a new issue had emerged—currently, the only mage capable of firing cement was Owen himself. There wasn’t even a second fire-type mage to be found in all of Bianshu Town.
As rare talents, mages were highly sought after everywhere. Compared to remote, impoverished places like Bianshu Town, prosperous and wealthy cities were far more appealing, and most mages chose to live and work in such places.
While Owen alone could handle the responsibility of producing enough cement to repair the walls, he was still a marquis and the lord of the Town. He had many other responsibilities and couldn’t afford to spend every day locked away in a cement workshop.
Moreover, firing cement was not a task befitting someone of his rank. Even though Owen didn’t care about his own reputation, being seen as a joke by other nobles would not only tarnish his name, but also damage the prestige of his family.
Thus, there was only one solution—issue a commission through the Adventurers’ Guild to recruit fire-type mages.
The Adventurers’ Guild primarily functioned as a task and request brokerage. To facilitate coordination between the public, adventurers, and the state, the guild was usually located in large cities with substantial populations and developed infrastructure.
Many freelance mages gathered at these guilds to earn a living by taking on tasks.
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Unfortunately, remote and sparsely populated places like Bianshu Town didn’t have an Adventurers’ Guild. A messenger would need to travel to the nearest large city—Dongsheng Fortress—to issue the commission.
Not wasting any time, Owen summoned Clive early the next morning, explained the recruitment plan, and instructed him to send someone to Dongsheng Fortress to post the request.
Dongsheng Fortress, nestled in a bustling district crowded with people, housed a tall and eye-catching building—the Adventurers’ Guild.
Its iconic emblem—a pair of wings encircling a sword and shield—hung above the front entrance.
Inside the first-floor lobby, the guild was bustling with adventurers. Some shouted as they looked to form parties, others crowded around the bulletin board searching for suitable commissions. A few lined up at the front desk to speak with receptionists, while others had just returned to claim their rewards.
The livelier the guild, the more prosperous the city was. After all, it took a wealth of commissions to sustain such a large number of adventurers.
“…So yeah, we don’t need you in our party anymore.”
In one corner of the hall, a party leader was kicking a member out of the team.
This wasn’t uncommon—when someone wasn’t fit to remain in a group, the leader would naturally dismiss them.
Normally, such events didn’t draw much attention, but this time the person being kicked out was a bit unusual, attracting the gazes of nearby onlookers.
The person in question was a girl named Fanny, appearing about fifteen or sixteen years old, with fluffy, light brown curly hair and faint freckles on her cheeks. Strangely, she wore a patched-up mage’s robe.
It was clear—not all mages lived charmed lives. Some, like her, were struggling.
“Captain, please give me another chance! I’ll try harder—I can even help carry your gear aside from providing magic support!”
Fanny begged desperately, unwilling to be cast out.
“With that scrawny build? Forget it.”
One of the other party members sneered.
The captain coldly shook his head, then took a small pouch of copper coins from his belt and handed it to her.
“Take it. That’s your payment. Go find another party. We don’t need you anymore.”
Realizing there was no hope, Fanny could only accept the pouch. From that moment on, she was officially removed from the party.
Relieved to be rid of what he considered a deadweight, the captain let out a satisfied sigh and led the others off to the tavern to celebrate.
“Hey, look—she got kicked out again.”
“Oh, that half-baked mage? Not surprising.”
“She looks pretty pitiful. Want to try inviting her into our party?”
“Are you kidding? No one wants to recruit a mage who can’t even cast a spell when it counts.”
The surrounding adventurers gossiped and watched, amused. But none of them had any intention of reaching out to Fanny.
Putting away the coin pouch, Fanny hung her head and slipped away, not wanting to remain and be the object of ridicule any longer.
As she passed by the bulletin board, she overheard a group of adventurers discussing a commission.
“Hey, check out this one from Bianshu Town. You don’t even have to hunt dangerous monsters, but it pays two whole gold coins!”
“Yeah, but it’s only for fire-type mages. Do you have fire magic?”
“Uhh… no. Too bad.”
No monster hunting… and two gold coins?
Fanny stopped in her tracks and turned to look at the bulletin board, now crowded with people. She happened to be a fire-type mage—this commission matched her exactly.
A non-dangerous task with a high payout—she didn’t hesitate and squeezed into the crowd to get a closer look.
She found the commission and read through its contents. Bianshu Town was urgently seeking a fire-type mage to assist in firing something called “cement.” The task would last two months. After that, if willing to stay, the town would gladly offer long-term employment, with a negotiable monthly salary.
For Fanny, who struggled daily just to survive, this commission was incredibly tempting. She felt a strong urge to accept it and set off for Bianshu Town right away.
But then a thought crossed her mind—she was just a half-baked mage. What if she didn’t meet their expectations once she arrived? Not only would she receive no reward, but she’d also be out the travel expenses—especially since the Town was quite far away.
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That would be a huge loss for her.
“Sigh… I guess I’ll pass.”
She sighed softly, turned around, and pushed her way out of the crowd, leaving the Adventurers’ Guild behind.
But Fanny didn’t head straight home. Instead, she walked in the direction of the cathedral.
She was going to pick up a loved one.
At that moment, the cathedral doors stood wide open. Many devout followers were entering to offer prayers to the gods.
Inside the spacious hall, directly across from the entrance, was a massive yellow four-pointed star on the wall—the symbol of the church. Beneath it stood a statue of the deity: a serene and gentle-looking young woman.
Fanny stood near the entrance, scanning the hall for a while, until she spotted a familiar figure. She quickly jogged over.
“Sister Anri!”
Hearing her voice, a young priestess named Anri turned around, smiling warmly.
“Ah! Fanny, you’re finally back!”
“Sorry, this last mission took a bit longer than expected,” Vannie explained.
“It’s alright. As long as you’re safe. Your little sister’s been asking for you every day! Come, I’ll take you to her.”
“Thank you so much.”
With Anri leading the way, Fanny arrived at the orphanage behind the cathedral, where many children who had lost their parents were cared for. At the moment, a group of children were playing in the courtyard, supervised by church staff.
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As soon as Fanny appeared, one small girl in the group came running up to her excitedly.
“Big sis!”
Fanny’s younger sister rushed over with open arms, asking for a hug.
Having not seen her in a while, Fanny gladly picked her up and spun her around in place twice.
After setting her down, Vannie gently patted her head and asked.
“Lillica, have you been behaving yourself?”
“Of course! I’m the little sister of the great mage Fanny, after all!”
Hands on her hips, Lillica proudly puffed up.
Fanny felt a bit awkward—after all, she’d just been kicked out of her party. For the sake of preserving her grand image in her sister’s eyes, she forced a polite smile.
She had no choice. Fanny had always bragged in front of her sister, calling herself a great and powerful mage.