MEMORIES AND ABU HORMUZ

Episode 5 - +1/-1 Warrior

For now, they had no choice but to follow the various things that had changed. Haruhiro had briefly considered his intention to leave the Thieves Guild, then join the Warrior Guild, but that was impractical. He could not make his comrades wait another seven days, while he had to spend time on training. After all, the problem is with the registration fee.

They had received a total of ten silvers to become Red MooN's training members, but eight silvers were already spent on the registration fee on their respective Guilds. That meant, there were only two silvers left that they could freely use. In fact, the remaining two silvers will continue to decrease. Although they had already been given free room and food facilities during the training by the Guild, after the training ended, they had to finance the shelter and food from their respective pockets.

If they did not spend their money lavishly, then ten bronzes per day was enough to make the stomach full. If they want to sleep on the streets, then there will be no cost for lodging, but it seems impossible. Haruhiro had yet to survey the price of the inn, but it seemed that the average price of renting a room was forty to fifty bronze per person per day. To save money, they can live anywhere, but they still have to eat. That means, the minimum expenditure is ten bronzes per day.

Two silvers. Two hundred bronzes. That is, they could still live for the next twenty days

They have to find a way to make money. Before they can pay for Red's service contract

MooN from Bri, they have to find a way to live from day to day. How can they earn money?

Of course with work.

So Haruhiro and the others left Atalante through the north gate to start working as Red MooN training members. They had not gone far when meeting a large man wearing a shabby Armor who was sitting on the grass on the side of the road.

"Barto?" Ask Haruhiro.

The big man looked up slowly and blinked. He opened and closed his mouth several times, but not a word came out. Haruhiro and Udin exchanged a glance.

"Huh ..." Vina turned her gaze to the clouds in the sky.”Barto, weren't you invited by Ragmound to join his Party?"

"Not Ragmound, but Ragil," Haruhiro corrected a little, then he approached Barto.”Is something wrong? Why are you here alone?"

Barto raised his eyebrows and nodded slowly.

"I understand!" marco said as he flicked his finger, but no sound came out. ”They threw you away, didn't they? Ragil asked you to join, but when he realized that you were so stupid and useless, he changed his mind and kicked you out!”

"Marco!" Haruhiro began to warn him, but he stopped his own words. It seemed that Haruhiro had grown tired of warning him because Marco was already beyond help.

"My money," Barto groaned.”He took everything. He told me to give up all my money. Then he promised to help me..”.

"That's terrible" whispered Alice.

"I told you," Marco said as he exhaled. ”That's why I told you not to go. I told you Ragil can't be trusted. I know that a person like him is no better than a pile of trash.”

"Junk is forbidden from making fun of garbage" Haruhiro replied.

"Shut up, Haruhiro! What do you mean by saying that I'm like a pile of trash?! Tell me why! I challenge you to mention just one reason!”

"Seriously? All right then. First of all…"

"Stop! Do you really have someone's list of vices? If you are busy listing the ugliness of others, then you are also nothing more than a piece of trash! You are the real trash!”

"Wow. Called trash by trash, it really is an insult ..”

"Barto." Udin crouched down on the side and put a hand on his shoulder.”You joined the Warrior Guild, right?"

Barto wore armor, gloves, and boots. There was also a gigantic sword that was horizontally bound on his back. All of his equipment looked like second-hand equipment, but his appearance was truly that of a Warrior. That appearance perfectly matched his large posture.

"Yes," Barto replied as he glanced at Udin for a moment.”I joined the Warrior Guild.”

"Yes too!" Haruhiro claps his hands together.”Even if you've been dumped by that trash, our party still lacks a Warrior ..”

"Haruhiro, when you said ‘sampah’, you were mocking yourself, ‘kan?"

Haruhiro ignored Marco's comments and instead turned towards Vina and Alice.”What do you think?"

"What's the right thing?" Asked Vina who still did not understand the situation.

"Yahh, you know that our Party lacks Warriors, whereas Barto is a Warrior without a Party. I mean, isn't this a perfect coincidence?”

"Ohh ..." Vina answered solemnly, and the focus of her gaze turned to Barto. ”Barto, do you want to join this Vina Party?"

"Do you really not mind accommodating myself?"

"Personally, I also agree to it" Udin smiled broadly at Barto. "If you're willing too, then it doesn't matter, right?"

Haruhiro suspiciously glanced at Marco beside him. If there was someone who disagreed, it would definitely be this messy-haired man. But it is not so ...

Marco walked to the back of Barto and locked the big man's head with his arm.”I guess there's no other choice! I will guide you until you become a formidable shield for me! Prepare to die for me, Barto!”

"Oh. So that's your goal, " said Haruhiro.

"What's? Did I say anything strange? Naw. Not at all. Warrior's job is to be a shield that stands tall in the vanguard, ‘kan? They were the ones who were supposed to block the enemy's attack. That is why their whole body is covered by armor with high resistance.”

"Right, Marco" said Udin with a grim expression as he stared at Barto.”I'm not saying this to scare you, but the Warrior has heavier dependents than the rest of the Party. But you can count on all of us to support you, and if anything happens I will use my Magic Light to heal you. So, rest assured on us.”

Barto nodded.”I'll do the best I can. But ..” Barto rubbed his stomach.”I don't have any money…"

"I'll lend you a few pieces. I'll find a way to make ends meet right now, and when we start getting money, we don't have to worry about that anymore."

"Let's get one thing straight," Marco grinned in a distracting voice while patting Barto.” on the headI'm not gonna lend you a dime. I didn't give back the money I borrowed, so I didn't lend anyone any money. That's my policy!”

"Is that so?" Haruhiro immediately replied to him.”Your nature is indeed lowly.”

Marco stuck his tongue out at her and then raised his index finger. "Moruki."

"What?"

”What do you get when you multiply a negative number by another negative number? The result is a positive number, right?”

"Continue?"

"That's me."

"What the hell are you trying to say?"

“You are slow! I became a Dark Knight, not a Warrior, right? Then we find Barto, who is a Warrior without a Party. That means, EVERYTHING THANKS TO ME.”

 "Well, I envy your talent, Marco," Udin said with a smile.”You always have a way of seeing the bright side of things. It's not something you can get just by wanting it. This is truly an extraordinary ability."

"Rubber! Unlike the retarded Haruhiro, I know that you understand me better!"

"Whatever." Replying to Marco with ridicule will not change things. Instead, Haruhiro turned towards Barto and extended his hand.

"Let's work together, Barto!"

Barto grabs Haruhiro's hand, and Haruhiro attempts to pull him to his feet.”Barto," Haruhiro grunts.”You have to stand alone, I can't pull you..”

"Ah, sorry," Barto replied as he tried to stand up.

Maybe, we'll all be fine, that's what Haruhiro thought.