"Sir, are you sure?" Alfred, the Guildmaster of the Adventurer's Guild in the village of Wecca, asked in a respectful tone.
"Yes," Alex nodded his head. "This is what I want. Please, authorize it, Mr. Guildmaster."
Alfred glanced at his Head Receptionist, Lucy. "Please handle Sir's request."
"As you order, Sir," Lucy gave a light bow at Alex before leaving the Guildmaster's office.
Alex kept the smile on his face, but deep down he was very anxious. Fortunately, his Master, Abbie was right by his side. The "staged-fight" against the dragon had earned Alex the respect of all the adventurers in the village.
If they only knew that what they had witnessed was a farce, all of them might have kicked Alex's bum with all their might.
"Sir Alfred, please, just call me Alex."
"B-But."
[We don't want to stand out,] Faemon communicated with Alex using telepathy. [Make sure you act in a serious manner so that it will have more impact!]
