Eina was still trying to persuade Roland earnestly, but he just quickly filled out the form and handed it over with a smile.
"Mr. Roland, please think about it again. Even if you are very strong, you cannot guarantee that you can take good care of the child behind you..."
"Est doesn't have to be an adventurer. She is my sword."
Where did this kid come from? Is he playing a hero game?
Eina frowned. She had a good impression of Roland, who seemed to be out here alone with his sister, and she subconsciously showed more concern for him.
Having worked in the guild for several years, she knew that although the dungeon was no longer as demonized as it was due to the prosperity of the gods and their followers, it should never be underestimated.
In the past few years, she has witnessed many scenes of life and death. Even a powerful clan cannot guarantee that there will be no casualties, not to mention those small clans. Every year, young people with dreams die in this maze city.
She couldn't save the fate of these people, but at least she wanted to change as much as possible what was happening before her eyes.
Due to regulations, she couldn't stop Roland from entering the dungeon, but that didn't mean she couldn't give Roland other help.
"I understand, Mr. Roland, but before we go to the dungeon, please let me introduce you to a few clans. I know some reliable friends there, and I can assure you that those gods will not treat you as so-called merchandise."
Adhering to her inner kindness, Eina was ready to use her personal connections. In order to prevent Roland from being disgusted, she stood up and bowed deeply to Roland.
Is there such pure kindness in this world?
Roland looked at Eina in front of him with a bit of a smile on his face. Just as he was about to say something, a rude voice suddenly came from the side.
"I say, don't you see that Miss Eina is so distressed, you blind boy?"
Roland did not say anything, but his eyes sank slightly. He turned his head and saw a tall, rough-looking orc walking towards him. He had strange ears. According to Roland's impression, this race should be called the pigman among orcs.
"No, Mr. Allen, this child has not yet joined the Familia. He just wants to consult about the underground city..."
Eina's face turned pale. As the most popular employee in the guild, she naturally had many suitors. The pigman in front of her named Allen was one of them.
Because of the trend brought by the strongest person belonging to Freya, many gods have become interested in this race and absorbed them into their Familia. Allen is also one of them. He was finally promoted to level 2 recently. Although he did not get the title because it was not yet time for the Gathering of Gods, he has officially stepped into the level of senior adventurer.
Because of this, he has been harassing Eina more frequently recently. It is said that the main god of his clan also values him very much, but Eina has no good feelings towards this guy. Instead, she thinks he is a trouble. Apart from factors such as personality, the most important point is that this guy has no brains.
"So you're the guy who had delusions about the dungeon without even joining your Familia... and you even dared to harass Miss Aina."
The pigman named Allen smacked his lips, rolled up his sleeves, revealing his sturdy arms, and walked towards Roland with a grim smile on his face.
"Stop it! I told you that this kid isn't harassing me... Allen, this is the guild's territory, you can't mess around!"
"I'm not doing anything wrong. I'm just a senior adventurer who teaches him a lesson!"
Ignoring Eina's scolding, Allen smiled at her ingratiatingly, but had no intention of stopping, and his words were blunt.
"Teach me a lesson? With your level, I'm afraid you're not qualified. Do you think you have half the world behind you?"
Roland chuckled, held down Est's raised hand, and took the initiative to walk in front of the pigman with a bright smile as warm as the sun on his face, as if he was not worried about his situation at all.
This action is undoubtedly the best provocation to the pigmen.
Because of Eina's roar, some staff members around had already run towards the guild, as if they wanted to get help, but most adventurers just looked over there, as if they were looking forward to the show.
"What about the unfamiliar face I haven't seen before? Is he a newcomer?"
"You are so impulsive right after arriving in Orario. I'm afraid you will suffer the consequences."
"Isn't that just right? Allen has also been promoted to level 2, right? It's good to let the outsider brats suffer a little. This is the fastest way to understand the adventurers."
Teasing, anticipation, excitement, all kinds of emotions and sounds mixed together, attracting more attention.
Even so, no one wanted to stop this conflict. Not all clansmen were so kind-hearted, and more adventurers thought it was unnecessary.
Because the results are obvious.
Although it is rare for Lv1 adventurers to be defeated by talented newcomers, it still happens. However, after reaching Lv2, such things have disappeared.
The reason why one can enter the ranks of advanced adventurers by being promoted one level is not because of the gods' bad taste, but because there is indeed an insurmountable gap between the two.
The best proof of this is that many adventurers in Orario are still at level 1.
At level 1, even if the growth value is high, it is only an extraordinary level of physical fitness. Depending on personal ability, the common performance is to easily jump several meters high and break through the roof.
But after level 2, these abilities will continue to undergo qualitative changes. It can be seen that they can jump onto a roof of nearly ten meters high while holding a person, and fall on a non-hard ground within a hundred meters without causing fatal injuries.
If the gap in lv1 can be made up by racial talents, there is already a fundamental difference in lv2.
In the guild, no matter how arrogant Allen was, he would not dare to kill anyone at will. The most he could do was teach the newcomer a lesson.
"Damn little devil!"
The impulsive Pigman looked at Roland with undisguised anger after hearing Roland's provocation and the gradually gathering attention of the people around him.
Ever since he was promoted to a senior adventurer, his companions around him had been speaking in compliments and praise. This was the first time that he had been spoken to rudely. Veins popped out of his forehead, and he instantly flew into a rage, charging towards Roland with his huge body.
Although it didn't seem fast, the pigman's speed was beyond Roland's expectations.
It's just right, let's try the level of the so-called advanced adventurer.
The moment the pigman rushed over, countless ways to kill this guy suddenly popped up in Roland's mind.
Even though he only had a Stand at the beginning, he could easily turn the pigman in front of him into ashes. Even without using any strength, hidden under this body born from the black mud of creation, was a physical fitness that was no less than that of a Servant.
There was no need to dodge at all. He could collide with his fist without hesitation, punch through the opponent's arm, and finally leave a big hole in the pig man's body through which he could see the scenery of the underworld.
However, he did not do so. He just followed his instincts, believed in his own possibilities, and for the first time, he stood on Roland's perspective and started fighting.
The straight forward boxing has too much unnecessary amplitude, the body is too stiff, there are too many flaws and the gaps are wide open.
In the blink of an eye, under his extraordinary dynamic vision, the pigman's movements became extremely slow, and all the trajectories were so clear, but what surprised Roland even more was that since he saw this attack, the idea that flashed through his mind was like lightning.
They analyzed the aspects of this battle that could be learned and improved from a subtle perspective. They made Roland gradually understand how to use the least amount of power to achieve the greatest results.
So awesome.
After just one look, he could see through the pigman's skills and flaws, and even develop many insights into how to use his strength better without any instruction. With this kind of thinking, even if he was just an ordinary person, he would still have a chance of winning, because there was a huge difference between Roland and the pigman in terms of skills and ways of thinking.
The fundamental reason for this gap is called talent.
Roland dodged sideways at the smallest angle, and while moving, he made his hand into a claw shape and stabbed into the pigman's outstretched arm, seizing the weak point. The pigman, who was about to launch the next attack, felt weak and his other raised fist paused unconsciously.
At this time, Roland had already used his sideways movement to hit the pigman's right waist with his elbow, perfectly avoiding his fat-filled abdomen, causing a heart-wrenching pain to flow from his spinal cord to his limbs.
The pigman subconsciously lost his balance and couldn't maintain his center of gravity. Roland took advantage of the situation and used his arm as a flagpole to push him back into the ground, causing him to fall to the ground in a mess.
"Bang!"
His huge body fell to the ground with a sharp sound.
A guy like this, just an ordinary person?
As soon as this thought came into the mind of the pig man who was thrown to the ground, he felt a chill behind his head and countless goose bumps popped up all over his body.
He quickly raised his head, and all he saw was the tip of a shoe approaching.
Like kicking a rotten ball, Roland thrust his foot forward from behind and, in front of the pigman's astonished eyes, kicked him hard on the head, causing him to roll on the ground for several circles before stopping. He really looked like a pig rolling in a mud circle.
This scene was completely beyond the imagination of the onlookers, and the noisy guild was silent for a moment, but it was followed by a shocking sound that seemed to rip the roof of the guild apart.
More eyes quickly passed Allen and looked at Roland, who did not even move halfway and stood back in place with an extremely calm expression.
He looked at his fist thoughtfully and uttered words that were unclear whether they were exclamations or ridicule.
"I also have the talent of a mere fighter."
Roland immediately understood why Kamukura Izuru could become the monster that led mankind. Just now, the power he used was far less than that of the pigman in front of him, but he easily achieved such an amazing result.
The realms of the two are simply not at the same level. The pig man's actions, skills, and even his next thoughts all seem as eye-catching as students cheating by secretly passing notes under the podium. It is hard not to see them.
But in the eyes of other onlookers, this was undoubtedly proof of Roland's unfathomable nature.
"He actually defeated level 2?"
"They are just humans...Are all the newcomers from outside monsters?"
"He doesn't have a family yet, right? We must inform the God as soon as possible."
The noisy sounds continued, but Roland just looked at Aegina who was looking guilty.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Roland..."
"It's okay... Although he was trying to please you in name only, the real reason he attacked me was probably because he was jealous of me having a good child like Est."
Roland showed a cheerful smile. This was not a disguise. What had just happened not only confirmed the strength of the level 2 adventurer, but also allowed him to further gain control over his power.
When he was in Type-Moon, there weren't many such opportunities. Roland either faced losers who could be easily dealt with even if they suppressed him, or weird Heroic Spirits who, in addition to fighting, fired flares and used a variety of Noble Phantasms to cause trouble.
This kind of person who takes the initiative to offer skills and experience to be abused is exactly what Roland needs.
But Roland's reaction made Eina's expression relax a little. She looked at Roland and said with a little emotion after a long while.
"You are so gentle..."
Perhaps from a rational point of view, it was not Eina's fault that this incident happened, but as a party involved, even if Roland was angry, Eina would not have any grudges, because it was her fault.
But Roland still looked nonchalant, as if he didn't take the matter to heart at all, as if he was just brushing off a speck of dust on his clothes.
With this kind of magnanimity, plus the skill he had just used to easily defeat the level 2 adventurer, Eina could foresee Roland's bright future.
"You will surely become a famous adventurer if you can accomplish such a feat without receiving any Falna."
Eina showed an admiring look: "Now, I'm afraid that many gods will come to visit you soon. Your idea of freely choosing your followers can be realized."
"Well, I'm going to go take a look at the dungeon first..."
Just as Roland was about to continue to decline, he seemed to notice something, turned his head and looked behind him.
The pigman who had been kicked away slowly climbed up, covering the blood flowing from his forehead with one hand, his pupils were full of brutality. After all, Roland did not use much strength for the purpose of experiment. After losing consciousness for a short time, the pigman woke up quickly.
His eyes were wide open with anger, his muscles were tensed, and he held his arms tightly in front of him. Like a moving chariot, he rushed towards Roland with terrifying momentum.
"Mr. Roland! Run away! He has lost his mind!"
Defeated by the newcomer without any favor, Allen could already foresee a future where his name and that of his Familia would become an enduring laughing stock in Orario and be engraved in history.
The only thing he could do now was to save some face by defeating Roland, and maybe he could get away with it by using the excuse of carelessness.
He can win! Although this guy is strong, his strength is not as good as his. In the face of absolute strength, skills are useless!
"Don't underestimate me! I am a lv2 advanced adventurer. I will defeat you!"
But Roland just looked at the pigman with cold eyes.
"Boring, I have already learned your skills and fighting style. You are worthless."
There was no dodging, no skill involved. Looking at the pigman charging at him, Roland simply raised his hand and threw a punch casually.
"Ahhhh!!!"
Along with violent screams, the pigman's pupils rolled up, and he felt a severe pain in his internal organs. Blood spurted out of his whole body, and he smashed into the wall of the guild like a cannonball, making a "boom" sound. Even the building could not help but tremble because of this attack.
Under the gaze of the stunned adventurers who were ready to help and flee, Roland casually waved his hands and summed up the whole situation with understated words.
"This is what a level 2 adventurer is like? How can I lose?"