Missionaries were very efficient at handling tasks.
To assign a mission, one would first have to pay a small fee. Then, the mission would be evaluated to determine the least amount one could pay for it.
The Missionary made sure commissions were ready before assigning a mission.
It was also their job to determine the rank range.
Since war was at hand, they decided to restrict the slums mission to E-ranks and below as there were too many low level adventurers around.
Another thing was that anything and everything needed to complete a certain mission was to be brought by the Adventurer.
That's why there was a minimum compensation for any mission, because the commission has to be beyond the expenses by a reasonable amount.
These fifty participants had gone around Kingsmere buying gloves, buckets, shovels, and a full day use of the city well.
With a hundred gold ready, each would take two gold as commission, which should sustain them for forty five days.
Meanwhile, the slums were in a frenzy.
They were living their miserable lives when a slew of Experts came in with a notice of occupied land.
Or, in simpler terms, they were evicted.
"You have one minute to leave, or else!"
Such a revelation shocked them. Drunkards had their minds clear up while prostitutes and their clients ceased their work and flew out with the little clothings they had on.
Women and children packed whatever little they had in a hurry.
Those outside the slums were gobsmacked when people began exiting.
'So many!'
The numbers were far beyond what they had imagined.
Many of them never left the slums after they stepped into it.
The migration of such a congregation caused massive chaos as slum dwellers flooded the streets.
Many stopped to understand the situation.
The slum dwellers looked around, their numbers astonishing for even them.
No sooner had they exited, did the Experts come out.
They looked around, gave the adventurers a go ahead to begin cleaning, and promptly left.
What? They completed their task, the eviction of the slum dwellers.
Whatever happened after that was none of their business.
This was where Kron came in. He was acting as a bystander before.
Behind him were twenty guild members.
"Wow, to think there were so many of you"
He spoke aloud on purpose, garnering the attention of those around.
The slum dwellers stood with hollow expressions. Their world had just crashed, and they weren't smart enough to think of the next plan of action.
Kron silently surveyed each one.
Should he say…as expected?
Most were skin and bones, as skinny and filthy as could be.
'What does Cabrera want with such people?' he wondered.
That said, he would do as instructed.
His job was simple-
"You want to know why your homes were taken from you?"
-recruiting as many people as possible.
He didn't need to say that, but he was indirectly telling them…
'He's the one who bought the slums!'
The clever ones connected the dots.
Immediately, Kron turned to the bystanders, his aura flaring.
"Didn't you hear? You're standing on owned land. Get out!"
They gulped, quickly scurrying in all directions
Then he turned to the Adventurers.
"You didn't come here to stand around, so get cleaning"
Quickly, they rushed into the slums.
Then he turned to the slum dwellers, with some having ran away.
"Let me see, you're all miserable, but I've been told to give you a chance"
The slum dwellers looked at each other.
Most shrugged - they had nothing to lose - while others shrinked.
"You'll be trained into competent fighters for our guild. There's a very good possibility you'll die, so chose wisely, because you can only choose once"
"You expect us to believe that?!" one spoke.
Kron gave a frown, his aura flaring to the extreme.
"Let me make this clear. You need us, not the other way around, your belief be damned. You'll do as we say, no questions asked. Or go and die somewhere else. Training the likes of you is an luxury you will never find elsewhere"
The man bit his lips.
"But then…why do you want to do it?"
Kron smiled.
"So we can have you die for us of course. You weren't going to live long anyways. So chose, with us, you have the chance to grow powerful, earn riches and more…or you can just give up and die"
They stared blankly after Kron stated the situation clearly.
For the first time in a long time, these miserable folks had to make a difficult decision.
"I'll take my chances elsewhere" a person said, leaving thereafter.
He was the manager, now former manager, of a gambling den, so he knew his way around more than most.
Unable to grab many items before running out, he had suffered a huge loss.
Others began to follow, until one decided to step forward.
"I never had much of a life. I guess I'll take my chances with you"
A woman with white stains on her body stepped forward.
Kron nodded, bringing out a scroll wrapped in a smooth casing of gray metal from his space ring.
The scroll released waves of mana those afar could feel.
Then a thought struck one amongst them.
"They bought the slums…doesn't that mean they're very rich?"
Then it hit others.
'We can get money by following them'
Slum dwellers: (●__●):(☉｡☉)!
Money.
It was a magic word for slum dwellers, and its spell came into effect at this moment.
Those leaving bounced back and ran towards Kron.
Some followed because it seemed fun, while others only knew how to follow the crowd.
He wasn't having any of it.
With a stomp, Kron shouted…
"LINE UP!"
The runners froze and quickly formed a line.
He unfolded the scroll - which was of normal length - and handed it over to one of the boys.
The woman who took the initiative was at the forefront. She didn't bother looking at the contract, as there was nothing to be gained from doing so.
But then…
"How am I supposed to sign it?"
"Put your thumb on this spot" he said, pointing to the metal case.
With a curious gaze, she did so and…
"Ouch"
Something poked her thumb, causing a drop of her blood to land on the 'sign here' area.
The scroll lit up thereafter as a sigil of multiple lines, some wavy, some straight, and a dot in the middle appeared.
Kron nodded.
"It's done. Stand aside"
Others followed suit and, as the numbers kept adding up, some decided to read it.
Only to discover that it contained too much gibberish.
For people who could barely remember the letters, they were stumped. Few made out a few words before giving up.
Living in the slums for so long, thinking too much made their head hurt.
Eventually, some shrugged and signed. What was there to lose? Others declined at the last minute, and by the tenth minute, those signing had signed and those leaving had left.
Kron surveyed those who signed.
The majority were women, followed by their children, then the men.
Well, this was peculiar.
They were standing about when someone voiced out what everyone else was thinking.
"So…what now?"
It was the first woman to sign that spoke.
Kron raised a brow. For a slum dweller, this woman was quite outgoing.
"Your name"
She quivered a bit.
"Tamira"
"I don't care. From now on, you follow three rules.
"First, you don't ask questions"
"Second, you do as instructed without asking questions"
"Third, you don't speak unless asked to do so"
Tamira felt something tighten her heart.
"Yes…"
Kron clapped.
"For starters, let's get this place cleaned up, that's your first instruction. Start cleaning up"
They hadn't known, but the contract they signed was Platinum-rank, and it's details were akin to that of a slave.
The contract went into action when the instruction was delivered, and it tightened their hearts.
When some tried to resist, it became even tighter.
That's when Kron addressed the issue.
"Oh, I forgot to mention, but noncompliance to instructions will lead you to your death"
Tamira forced herself to speak, blood dripping out of her mouth.
"You lied to us!" her gaze glazed with anger.
Kron gazed back unaffected.
"I did not. Do as you're told, and you will get what you deserve"
"What did you think? The guild has no need for deadweight, so it's better if you die in advance. Haha, I'd hurry if I were you"
With that, they marched back into what was once their homes and joined the cleaning.
