Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System-Chapter 346: The Holy City of Rebelkin (20)

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At the heart of the hall was a grand fireplace, its flames casting a warm, inviting glow over the room. Above the mantel hung a massive, intricately carved wooden plaque, inscribed with the names of the guild’s most legendary members—those who had achieved great feats and earned their place in the annals of the Blacktrodden Guild. This plaque served as both an inspiration and a reminder of the high standards and valor expected of every member.

The guild’s leadership, represented by the guildmaster and his advisors, was known for its wisdom and experience. The guildmaster himself, the burly man with the thick beard, exuded an air of authority and camaraderie. He was a seasoned adventurer who had seen countless dangers and triumphs, and his presence commanded respect from all who entered the hall.

The Blacktrodden Guild was more than just a gathering place for adventurers; it was a community, a family bound by a shared purpose and a relentless drive to uncover the mysteries of the underground world. The guild’s influence extended far beyond the city, with members embarking on expeditions to distant realms, seeking out new challenges, and forging alliances with other factions.

As Cyrus continued to observe and absorb the atmosphere, he realized that the Blacktrodden Guild was a vital part of the underground city’s fabric. It was a beacon of hope and courage, a place where adventurers could come together to share their knowledge, hone their skills, and prepare for the trials that lay ahead. The guild’s reputation for excellence and bravery was well-earned, and Cyrus felt a sense of awe and respect for the organization that had built such a remarkable legacy.

"How do I join?" Cyrus asked.

"Follow me," The guild master grinned.

Cyrus followed the guildmaster through a set of heavy wooden doors at the back of the main hall, entering one of the private rooms reserved for serious discussions and strategic planning. As the door closed behind them, Cyrus immediately sensed something unusual about the space.

The room they stepped into was vastly larger than the dimensions suggested by the building’s exterior. It was clear that powerful spatial magic had been employed to expand the room far beyond its natural limits. The ceiling soared high above, and the walls stretched out, creating an open, airy environment that felt almost like a grand hall rather than a mere back room.

The walls were lined with shelves filled with ancient tomes, scrolls, and artifacts, each meticulously organized and carefully labeled. Maps of various regions, both known and unknown, were pinned to the walls, some marked with notes and annotations detailing the guild’s expeditions and discoveries. A large, intricately carved wooden table dominated the center of the room, its surface cluttered with maps, charts, and various documents.

In one corner, a cozy sitting area had been arranged, complete with plush chairs and a low table, suggesting a space for more relaxed conversations. The furniture was of high quality, upholstered in rich, dark leather that gleamed in the soft light of the room. Brass oil lamps provided a warm, inviting glow, their flames flickering gently and casting intricate shadows on the walls.

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The floor was covered in a lush, deep red carpet, its texture soft underfoot and its color adding a touch of warmth to the otherwise grand and imposing space. Near the far wall stood a large fireplace, unlit at the moment, but its intricately carved mantelpiece depicted scenes of legendary adventures and heroic deeds, further emphasizing the room’s connection to the guild’s storied past.

The guildmaster gestured for Cyrus to take a seat at the table, where a series of scrolls and documents had been laid out, likely prepared for their discussion. As Cyrus settled into one of the high-backed chairs, he couldn’t help but marvel at the room’s design and the powerful magic that had made such an expansion possible. The room exuded an air of authority and history, a fitting setting for the important conversations that took place within its walls.

The guildmaster took a seat opposite Cyrus, his demeanor shifting from the welcoming host in the main hall to a more serious and focused leader. "This room," he began, "is where we discuss matters of great importance and make decisions that affect not only our guild but the entire underground city. The spatial magic allows us to have the space we need to properly conduct our affairs."

Cyrus nodded, still absorbing the impressive surroundings. "It’s remarkable," he admitted. "The magic involved must be incredibly advanced."

The guildmaster smiled slightly. "It is. We have some of the best mages working with us, and their skills are invaluable. Now, let’s get to the matter at hand."

As Cyrus sat across from the guildmaster in the expansive back room of the Adventurers’ Guild, he braced himself for what he anticipated would be a detailed and thorough information session. The guildmaster, known for his penchant for thoroughness, began to speak in a measured tone, his voice echoing slightly in the spacious surroundings.

"Firstly, the Blacktrodden Guild has been a cornerstone of this underground city for over three centuries," the guildmaster started, his gaze occasionally flickering to the scrolls and maps spread out on the table between them. "We were founded by a group of pioneering adventurers who sought to establish a hub for exploration, trade, and defense in these labyrinthine depths."

Cyrus listened attentively, though inwardly he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of boredom. The information being shared was undoubtedly important and foundational, but it lacked the intrigue and immediacy he sought. The guildmaster continued, delving into the guild’s organizational structure, its key figures throughout history, and its major achievements in mapping and securing the underground territories.

"As you can see here," the guildmaster gestured to a particularly detailed map of the surrounding tunnels and caverns, "our expeditions have uncovered significant resources and potential threats in the region. Our members are skilled in various disciplines, from combat to magical arts, ensuring we are well-prepared for whatever challenges may arise."

Cyrus nodded politely, struggling to maintain his focus as the guildmaster moved on to recounting the guild’s alliances with other factions in the underground city, its role in mediating disputes, and its contributions to maintaining order and prosperity. Each piece of information was delivered with precision and expertise, but to Cyrus, it felt like an overwhelming flood of details that failed to resonate.

As the guildmaster continued to expound on the guild’s code of conduct, its training programs, and its rigorous standards for membership, Cyrus found his thoughts drifting. He glanced around the room, noticing the flickering light of the oil lamps and the intricate carvings on the walls. Despite his efforts to stay engaged, his mind wandered, contemplating the deeper mysteries of the underground city and its inhabitants.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity of information dumping, the guildmaster paused, looking expectantly at Cyrus. "Do you have any questions so far?" he asked, his tone inviting further discussion.

Cyrus blinked, realizing he had zoned out for a moment. Summoning his focus, he nodded politely. "Yes, thank you for the detailed overview," he replied diplomatically. "I appreciate your thoroughness... however, I’d like to get to the test if possible."

"Ah, yes, I apologize if I bored you," The guild master smiled.

As Cyrus and the guildmaster concluded their discussion in the expansive back room, the guildmaster rose from his seat and gestured for Cyrus to follow him. Curiosity piqued, Cyrus obliged, stepping out into the main hall once more before they made their way deeper into the Adventurers’ Guild building.

They passed through a series of corridors lined with armor displays, weapon racks, and various training paraphernalia. The air carried the faint scent of polished metal and oiled leather, hinting at the rigorous activities that took place within these walls. Eventually, they arrived at a pair of imposing wooden doors adorned with the guild’s emblem—a stylized depiction of a dragon entwined with a sword.

The guildmaster pushed open the doors, revealing a vast training room beyond. Cyrus’s eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. The room was expansive, easily dwarfing any training facility he had seen before. It was filled with all manner of equipment necessary for honing the skills of adventurers.

Along one side of the room, rows of weapon racks displayed an impressive array of swords, axes, bows, and other implements of combat. Armor stands lined another wall, showcasing suits of plate, chainmail, and leather armor, each meticulously crafted and maintained. Targets for archery practice were set up at one end of the room, their surfaces scarred from countless arrows.

The center of the training room was dominated by a large, open area, ideal for sparring and combat drills. Padded mats covered the floor, providing a cushioned surface for training in unarmed combat and grappling techniques. Nearby, dummies and training posts were set up for precision strikes and martial exercises.

The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting legendary battles and heroic deeds, inspiring those who trained within these walls. Brass oil lamps hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, steady light that illuminated the entire room and added to its inviting atmosphere despite the seriousness of its purpose.

"This is our training hall," the guildmaster explained, his voice resonating with pride. "Here, our members hone their skills, practice teamwork, and prepare for the challenges that await them in the depths and beyond."

Cyrus nodded in appreciation, impressed by the scale and organization of the training facilities. He could sense the dedication and discipline that permeated the atmosphere, a testament to the guild’s commitment to excellence and readiness. It was clear that every aspect of the Adventurers’ Guild was designed to nurture and support its members in their quests and endeavors.

As they continued their tour, the guild master pointed out various training stations and specialized areas, each tailored to different aspects of adventurer preparation—from magical studies to survival skills in harsh environments. Cyrus absorbed the information eagerly, his initial boredom now replaced by a keen interest in understanding the guild’s operational capabilities and its role in the underground city’s ecosystem.

’This guy really likes talking huh...’ Cyrus thought.

"Okay, now, shall we actually get to the test?" The man jokingly asked, however, Cyrus was not appeased in the slightest.

’Maybe I chose the wrong guild to start off with...’ Cyrus internally sighed.