Chapter 166: Mandatory Assessment Task

“A mandatory assessment task. You must accept a mission within three days of joining. That’s the rule.”

After breakfast on the third day, Senior Knight Jasmine suddenly gave Little Weir some news, which caught him off guard.

However, the other people around him looked as if it was a matter of course, which made him thoughtful.

This task should be a given; the Everything Store isn’t a charity organization that supports idlers.

But Little Weir still decided to play a trick on Senior Knight Jasmine to vent his dissatisfaction.

This guy hadn’t leaked a single hint, and he had thought their relationship was quite good.

“Does that mean if I can’t complete the mission, or don’t complete it well, I won’t have to join the Everything Store?”

Little Weir immediately showed a happy expression, and Senior Knight Jasmine glared at him fiercely, curling her lips disdainfully: “How could that be? What do you think the Everything Store is? You can come and go as you please?

You’ve enjoyed the benefits of the Everything Store, taken its advantages, and now you’re telling me you want to quit? Haha, no way!”

“Haha, someone who’s only been employed for three days and hasn’t done a single mission, what kind of benefits of the Everything Store have they enjoyed?

As for the advantages of the Everything Store, if I remember correctly, I’ve invested thousands of gold coins into the Everything Store, and yesterday I gave you, Sister Jasmine, quite a lot of benefits.

Now, touch your chest and tell me, doesn’t it hurt to say such insincere words?”

Little Weir put on a look of deep sorrow, his eyes filled with sadness and disappointment, performing so well that it made people feel very pained.

And Senior Knight Jasmine also cooperated perfectly by placing her hand on her chest, but Sister, you’ve put it in the wrong place, haven’t you? It looks like you’re performing a knight’s salute.

“Very good, it doesn’t hurt at all.”

“It’s just a little lumpy, right?” Little Weir added, a black line appearing on his forehead.

“Yes, it’s just a little lumpy…” Senior Knight Jasmine had just nodded twice, subconsciously agreeing, when she suddenly understood.

She threw a punch fiercely at Little Weir, “My figure isn’t that bad!”

Little Weir retreated, stepping back to the side of the Mighty Loli, and picked up the little loli.

“Among the women here, besides the little loli who’s too young, which one can you compare to?

The eighteen-year-old Cat Girl is five times better than you, and the eternally eighteen-year-old Ice Cube is two sizes bigger than you.

Even Meat Mountain is more voluptuous than you.

Sister, just admit it.”

“Bastard! I’ll kill you!” Senior Knight Jasmine was furious, chasing Little Weir all over the room, who repeatedly begged for mercy: “Sister, spare me! Actually, your looks are still pretty good.

You can rank in the top five among all the women in the Everything Store.”

Top five, that’s a pretty good ranking, but why does it feel so awkward?

The Singer suppressed a laugh and reminded her: “Sister, including the little loli, there are only five women in our Everything Store.

No matter how you calculate it, you can’t be out of the top five.”

Ice Cube, Cat Girl, Mighty Loli, Swift, and then Jasmine herself.

Exactly five.

Does this bastard mean she’s at the bottom?

How could that be?

However, women’s appearances after bloodline awakening generally aren’t too bad, and the bloodlines of the women in the Everything Store all happen to be the kind that result in very good looks.

Perhaps, maybe she can only be considered average among this group of people, but she is an adult after all, how could she be worse than a little loli?

No, she must beat him up today, otherwise her thoughts won’t be clear.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you leave the Everything Store until I’ve squeezed out all your gold coins, kid.

You’re in my territory, you’d better behave, otherwise, hmph hmph…”

Senior Knight Jasmine smiled coldly, pointed at the mission board: “Those are all unresolved missions from the past three months, within the acceptable range.

Go pick one as your entry test.

Today, I’ll be merciful and accompany you to familiarize yourself with the process.

Ordinary people don’t get this kind of treatment, so you should be secretly happy.

Remember, you can only choose F-rank to D-rank missions.

You don’t have permission to accept other missions, and even if you wanted to, the Old Painter wouldn’t give them to you.

These are the rules.

The mission brief only has an overview; the detailed information is still with the Old Painter.

You can’t see the mission details without accepting it.

Kid, put away your little tricks and follow the rules honestly.”

Little Weir shrugged and said indifferently, “It’s too much trouble to look at it myself.

Why not just ask the Painter?

How many F-rank to D-rank missions are there that don’t require leaving Drake City within the next half month?”

He who takes a hand is short-handed, he who eats a mouth is short-mouthed.

The Old Painter had just received a set of high-end painting tools from him yesterday, so he couldn’t immediately turn hostile today.

Moreover, he often did this kind of work; not everyone was literate.

Mighty Loli was currently in the literacy stage and couldn’t read the mission board herself, and Cat Girl was also semi-illiterate, preferring to directly ask the Old Painter for missions rather than picking them from the board.

“The Everything Store only handles missions that are suspected of being supernatural events, so the number won’t be very large.

And once a mission goes unresolved or unaccepted for more than three months, it’s automatically removed.

There are also some time-limited missions that are removed when their time is up.

Currently, there are only four unresolved F-rank to D-rank missions within Drake City.

One is a routine patrol mission for the West District Pauper’s Cemetery, two patrols at five fixed locations every night.

It’s an E-rank mission, lasting for a week, with a reward of ten gold coins.”

“Heh heh, there must be something wrong with this mission.

It’s long, continuous, and the remuneration isn’t relatively small.”

Little Weir knew from the Knights of the Wall Temple that the West District Pauper’s Cemetery was one of the six locations Professor Weasel had previously left behind.

Had the problem there not been completely resolved?

Thinking of this, his gaze unconsciously turned to Senior Knight Jasmine.

If anyone understood the situation here, it would certainly be her.

“Don’t look at me.

All missions submitted to us are problematic missions.

No one has directly taken this mission once.

The Police Dog has taken it, the Cat Girl has taken it, the Singer has taken it, the Black Merchant has taken it, the Beast Tamer has taken it.

Everyone else isn’t interested; it affects their sleep too much.”

Senior Knight Jasmine replied softly, her expression unchanged: “There was indeed a relatively powerful undead creature there before, but it has been purified.

To be on the safe side, the City Hall issued this mission to us.”

“Heh heh,” Little Weir could only express that she should just say directly if she wanted him to go there himself.

And even if he went, he might not understand more than others.

However, this was indeed a mission related to him, so he had to pay attention.

“What else?”

“Stray Cat Murders, D-rank mission, also in the West District.

In the past half month, there have been many incidents of stray cats being killed, and the methods are extremely cruel.

Although no one has been hurt, it has caused a lot of panic, and the culprit is very cunning and quite strong.

The two additional patrol security personnel dispatched the day before yesterday discovered the perpetrator but were injured in the counterattack, and the culprit escaped.

Both patrol personnel have the strength of junior warriors, and although their strength is not high, they were injured almost instantly.

The opponent should be a speed-type transcendent, and not many traces were left at the scene.”

The Old Painter’s voice was very calm, but the Cat Girl suddenly jumped up, “Bastard! How dare he lay a hand on cute little kittens!

I will never forgive him!”

“How can we confirm it’s a transcendent at work? It’s also possible for ordinary people to abuse stray cats.

I’ve been to the slum before; wild cats run rampant there, and indeed some malicious thugs hunt cats, but generally not so brazenly.”

Little Weir was slightly puzzled.

“There are tearing wounds on the body, suspected to be claw marks.

The opponent should be able to transform or partially transform.

Although it involves a transcendent, because the incident occurred in the West District, the reward is not high, only twenty gold coins.”

The Old Painter revealed a little detail, then fell silent.

“Next.” Little Weir decided to listen to all the acceptable missions.

“Yesterday, the Church of the Goddess of Dawn entrusted us with translating an ancient document, a document related to religious rituals.

The reward is fifty gold coins, with a deadline of ten days to complete the translation and pass their inspection.”

After the Old Painter finished speaking, his gaze carried a hint of a smile as he looked at Little Weir, the meaning very clear: they were coming for him.

“This mission wasn’t brought by the Redeemer himself, was it?

Does the Everything Store also take missions from the Church, or only from the City Hall?”

Little Weir slapped his forehead.

The Church of the Goddess of Dawn had decided to establish a good relationship with him now.

After all, even the White-robed Bishop had no chance to receive the Goddess’s grace, while he had received a holy artifact crafted by the gods.

They were completely treating him as one of their own.

One must know that he was the ‘heretic,’ the ‘wizard,’ in their words!

“What about the last one?”

The mission was too simple; he knew with his hind leg that the so-called document might be what he brought back from the Other Space (different dimension), information about the rituals of the God of Death, Ramode.

He had never paid much attention to that document, and the Church of the Goddess of Dawn had not specifically visited him about it afterwards.

He thought it was already over.

He didn’t expect it to be brought up again after more than two months.

However, Little Weir didn’t know that the Drake City branch of the Church of the Goddess of Dawn had obtained this document too easily and hadn’t taken it too seriously.

They had simply sent a regular file to the main church and no one had paid attention to it since.

The main church, based on the message level from the branch, processed it in order until recently when it was unearthed and given to specialized scholars for translation.

As a result, the incident’s priority was decisively raised, and the Drake City branch was severely criticized.

After the criticism, they were also given a very good reward, which left them a bit confused.

But everyone knew the reason must lie in that ancient document.

Unfortunately, the main church hadn’t given them the translated version, so they could only frantically find someone to translate it.

The first person they thought of was indeed Little Weir, but because he was always very busy, they arranged for the Knight of the Wall Temple to join the Everything Store and used him to issue this mission.

“The Everything Store mainly receives missions from the City Hall, but the Church is also a prominent force in Drake City, so I will also consider their missions as appropriate.”

The Old Painter spoke slowly, and the so-called ‘as appropriate’ was indeed debatable, “And privately, we can’t easily refuse personal missions from some important figures, but there aren’t more than ten such important figures in all of Drake City.”

“The last mission is rather strange: apprehending an assassin.”

The Old Painter looked slightly serious, “This mission was submitted yesterday by the City Hall.

The target of the assassination was General Ren Kendar.

The mission rank is D, and the reward is the position of City Guard Squadron Leader.”

“Please allow me to refuse!” Little Weir didn’t even think, immediately realizing this was definitely an old man Kendar’s conspiracy.

This old fellow never forgot to pull him into the military system.

He already held the title of City Guard training instructor.

If he really stepped in and took on a substantive position, that old fellow would definitely use his authority to transfer him to his side at the first opportunity.

After all, he still had the status of a registered disciple there.

“Except for the last one, I’ll take the other three missions.” Little Weir grandly slammed the table, placing his badge on it.

The Old Painter skillfully completed the procedures for him, then casually placed three documents on the table.