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Syl: Chapter 312
🕑 Added 2025-09-13 06:15:01 +0000 UTCChapter 312: Saltport
"Thank you, I'm glad to have finally arrived at civilization!" I replied jovially.
My idea for Sylvain was to have him be a more refined version of Kurt. He would have a wanderlust for exploration and adventure without any of the cockiness. Not necessarily wanting to make a big name for himself, but definitely wanting to earn the riches that came from it.
"You don't look like you've been suffering too much in the wilderness?" the guard asked curiously, scratching his chin with his free hand while keeping a tight grasp on his spear.
"The wonders of water magic. You can keep yourself clean even while out and about," I replied with a chuckle.
"You should teach my wife that trick; she only uses it to water her plants," the guard replied with a grin of his own.
He must have finally used [Identify] or something similar on me as he stared long and hard at me, before his eyes widened in surprise. Not too big to cause alarm that I'd gone too far, but enough that he was reassessing how he needed to behave around me.
<Sylvain [Dungeoneer]; Human LV 32; Hydromancer [II] LV 53. Elemental Affinity: Water, Air.>
I'd tailored my currently displayed identity from what I had seen from a distance. I observed that the average class level of the humans I encountered ranged from twenty to forty, depending on whether they had an advanced or intermediate class.
Since none of them looked like the hardcore adventuring type, I added a few extra levels for safety to explain why I could afford to travel solo. I also aligned myself and eight of my [Sub-Cores] to water, while the rest to air. Even if I could manipulate my profile at will, I didn't want to take any chances.
"Oh! I'm sorry, sir, are you with the guild?" the guard asked, looking a little nervous.
"My father is sir, I'm just Sylvain," I replied with a grin. "And no, I'm not with the guild, although I'm thinking of finally registering…"
"Mike," the guard replied, pointing to himself with a thumb and returning to his friendly demeanor. "Are you a freelancer or bounty hunter?"
"Neither?" I replied curiously. "More of an explorer, trying to find treasures, hidden dungeons, occasionally taking down a crazy monster, stuff like that."
"Then I'm honestly surprised you aren't already with the guild. There is a branch here, and I'm sure they will be delighted to register you."
"My friend warned me that they take the lion's share of the rewards, so I always figured it was a scam."
The guard abruptly broke out into a laugh. "I'm sorry, Sylvain, but your friend is an idiot."
"Hey, only I get to call him that," I ribbed back with a smirk.
After calming down, the guard continued, "I can promise you that the guild does not steal your earnings. If anything, I sometimes feel they are too generous. My brother-in-law works as one of the receptionists, and I swear on my honor, everything I've seen has been totally above board."
"Well, I'll take your word for it, then, Mike. Plus, I heard it's a much safer way to store coins with one of those fancy necklaces."
Mike grinned and reached down his collar, pulling out a copper necklace of his own. "It's why I'm registered as an 'honorary member', we city guards don't get that privilege sadly, and buying one from the merchants guild is something only a silver spoon noble could afford."
I laughed and nodded. "You've really set my mind at ease. I really thought I was walking into a scam. I probably should have done this ages ago."
"That you should!" Mike shouted back. "You could have been a silver or maybe even a gold by now if you weren't letting many accomplishments go to waste! I can only assume you've done a lot based on your levels."
I nodded and even briefly mentioned the pack of brinelings I took care of. Mike turned and spat at their mention, a vile animosity burning in his eyes.
He thanked me for taking care of the "scum" and then even pointed me in the right direction to the guild. He even suggested I ask to speak to Ethan, his brother-in-law, and tell him Mike sent me and to mention that I'd taken out a group of brinelings.
I thanked him for his time before waving farewell and strolling inside.
"Who are you and what have you done with Syl?" Vee piped up for her silence. She was in her smallest size and currently seated on the brim of my hat, rather than on my shoulder.
The reason for this change in position was a strange feeling of intuition that I wanted to test out. The strange hat made anyone think it "belonged there," and I wondered if that also applied if Vee used it as her chair. Given that the guard didn't even react to her presence, it might have worked, or perhaps he genuinely didn't notice her.
"Who's Syl? I'm Sylvain," I replied telepathically, although still using the new persona's voice.
"Oh gods, you can use it telepathically too!?" Vee cried out in surprise.
"Why wouldn't I? This is me after all."
"Please stop. I hate it. Go back to your normal voice when speaking telepathically, please," she pleaded.
"Fine," I replied, going back to my usual voice.
"Thank you. I don't like hearing a man talk in my head so casually, no offense."
"I mean, I'm neither. I'm just a slime."
"Well, after being with you for so long and even when slimed out, you have never changed your voice before, I have to say I've grown attached to it."
"You didn't have this issue with Llewel or Paeris," I pointed out.
"Yeah, but they were elves. It was different."
"Right, right… Anyway, I'll keep using my 'normal' voice when talking to you. It shouldn't be too hard thanks to [Roleplay]."
"That explains how you suddenly became so social to a complete stranger. I swear I thought you were burning through a lifetime of extroverted energy in that one conversation."
"Definitely. While it might not be the flashiest of new things I've acquired, you can't deny the benefits. I just need to remember to turn it off occasionally."
"If you become lost in one of your fake personas, I'll have to drag you back out."
"I'd appreciate it. Although the thought of that even happening has increased my paranoia levels."
Vee giggled.
I was still walking and minding my own business, trying my best to follow the directions given to me. Nobody seemed to pay me more than a glance, which was great in my books.
"You aren't using [Stealth] or anything, are you?" I asked curiously.
"Nope. Either the hat is helping us, or people are too busy to even notice a tiny spider."
While the former would be great, as it would solve a lot of potential future issues with Vee being unable to freely shapeshift like me, I frankly hoped it was actually the latter reason. I didn't really feel comfortable with the strange hat that had forcibly bound itself to me and was subtly manipulating everyone's perceptions around us.
Heck, even my own, and I'm supposed to be the owner!
I just had to trust that if it was a real threat, then Trixie would have told me to get rid of it, but she had only sounded jealous at the time.
Putting aside the strange predicament, Saltport was quite a lovely city. In terms of size, excluding the large portion dedicated to the docks, it was roughly between the size of Stantondale and Kaerlin.
Vee in particular seemed to really be enjoying the sights and sounds, from the hawkers to the bustling atmosphere. She'd only ever seen Dhoggurum, which was effectively an underground complex more than a city, and her other experience was limited to the elves.
While the elven cities were beautiful, there was an almost haunting eeriness to them, with the vast majority of the occupants being either animals or plants. Even the "commoner" elves kept to themselves, so there was this constant feeling of being in a highly private and gated community.
"It feels oddly good to be surrounded by humans again…" Vee commented. "Which is weird considering I'm not one. I almost expected to feel animosity or bloodlust against them."
"You would if we had the whole evolution madness thing. Same with the dwarves and elves," I replied.
"I wonder why they do it."
"Something about feeding off of our achievements and accomplishments? Apparently, I was quite a big shot until I screwed up and got turned into a slime."
"That's quite creepy. Like a worse version of parents living vicariously through their child," Vee replied with a slight shudder. "But what does that have to do with monsters being unnaturally hostile?"
"Well, the easiest way to get levels and achievements is through killing, right? So, having a mindless enemy would push the majority of the population to try to gain levels. More levels, more food for the gods."
Vee sighed. "I regret asking… Now I feel like a pig being fattened up for slaughter.
I somewhat agreed, as although the final harvest was creepy, everything leading up to that point seemed almost beneficial for us. The system gave us levels, skills, traits, evolutions, and who knows what else. Without all that, would I, a small little slime, even still be alive?
I'd probably be dead at the bottom of a bucket.
I shook the nihilistic thoughts away, as I had reached our destination. Like the other guilds, it had a colorful tiled roof and a large sign out front, easily identifying its presence.
Outwardly, I entered confidently. In reality, I was on full alert, not for myself, but for Vee, who would probably be able to use [Veil Step] to instantly get away if there were any threat.
The layout of the guild branch hit me with a wave of nostalgia, reminding me of the first time I entered Stantondale. Except this time, nobody paid attention to me at all. I was just another human who had wandered in like countless before me.
I patiently waited until I could be attended to, and as suggested, I asked if I could see Ethan. We didn't have to wait too long after that, and eventually, I was standing in front of an open desk.
"I'm guessing Mike sent you?" Ethan asked.
I nodded. "We had a chat outside. He said you'd set me straight and that I should mention I took out a pack of brinelings."
"Filthy creatures," Ethan replied, nearly spitting. "I swear to the gods they are worse than goblins, orcs, and kobolds combined."
"They didn't seem that much of a threat," I replied honestly. "But I did catch them on land."
"Then you're one of the lucky ones. Their go-to tactic is to sink any vessel they lay their eyes upon and then drown any survivors. Not many monsters fight fair, but the brinelings fight outright dirty."
"I can only imagine the damage they must cause to a port," I replied, shaking my head.
"Well, if you killed them, I must thank you for your contributions. Although if you'd like a reward for the active bounty, then I require you to show your tag or another form of proof."
Oh… proof… it was supposed to be ears or something, right?
I had claimed none of those. Not wanting to appear a liar, I pulled out the plank of discarded wood and placed it on the desk.
"This is really the only proof I have," I answered. "I didn't cut their ears or anything like that."
Ethan looked at it curiously before his expression darkened. "This definitely looks like a brineling map. As crude as it is, it would be hard to forge one of these, unless you're somehow fluent in their writing."
"Sorry, I skipped that course in magic school," I joked.
Ethan gave a half smile. "So no tag?"
"I'm not registered with the guild. Although I'm considering signing up today."
"That's unfortunate, but I'm glad you've come around." he paused and examined me. "You seem to have a lot of experience, and have even conquered a dungeon solo?"
"Yeah, but I was overleveled. It was a beginner dungeon, but my friend told me I needed this Emblem so I could find more dungeons."
"I'm honestly surprised you haven't joined the guild before this. Were you part of the mages or merchants?"
"Nope."
"Do you mind me asking why?" he asked curiously.
"My friend said you steal our earnings."
Ethan let out a loud, almost pained, groan and buried his face in the palms of his hands. He shook his head a few times before pulling his hands back through his hair.
"Why do people keep spreading that rumor? How many amazing recruits have we lost because of it?"
"So you don't steal our earnings?" I asked.
"No, of course not!" Ethan denied it vehemently.
"What about loot earned before registering?"
"No again!" he cried out, once again burying his face in his hands. "Gods, I swear I want to cut out the tongue of anyone who keeps spreading these lies."
"Okay… so, just to be one hundred percent clear, any loot I've discovered before registering won't be taken away?"
"No…" he replied again, now almost sounding defeated. "Why would you even think that?"
"Well, the brinelings stole valuables. But I killed the brinelings. I wanted the loot to be mine, but what if it was originally some noble's gold?"
"No… Just like there are Salvage Rights for underwater wreckages, there's also the Spoils Accord, or as it's sometimes called, 'The Adventurer's Claim'. Any loot you've recovered on an expedition is lawfully yours, and if someone wants to claim it back, they will need to pay you fairly."
"But I'm not an adventurer," I pointed out.
"That's why it's officially called the Spoils Accord. The other one is just the colloquial name. I swear to you no one will steal your loot."
I smiled. "Well, good. Cause I want to sign up and then trade it in for coins. I got no use for metal bars and all the other stuff I found."
"Yes, we can arrange that. I can even provide an itemized list of the total value for your final approval before depositing the amount into your account. As you may or may not know, nobody can steal the money from your guild tag."
My smile turned into a grin as I pulled out a "storage bag" and proceeded to dump a bunch of metal bars on his desk. The look on Ethan's face was priceless, and Vee burst out laughing, almost causing me to break character in response.
Comments
JW Saxby
😂 hilarious 👍🏼 Tftc 🍻
Bailey Tucker
The dwarves' primary use for Silver Slime is exactly this, actually. They use it to double the ore they mine, as a 50% ratio of slime to metal while smelting lets the slime act as the metal when it hardens.
Irakli Jishkariani
Wait so does she make alloy of slime+metal? Or does she make metal surface and slime inside. Cause that would be funny when blacksmith tries cutting it
Hayden Leech
Syl is super young right? Like she has never even seen a winter yet. So less than a year. With a level 17 skill whoa.
Jamie Mann
Danka for the chapter!
crazybot
Really Vee? It's okay for them because their elves? I'm disappointed in you.
CataFlan
TFTC!
Roombot
The look on Ethan’s face was ~~priceless~~ worth several gold bars
phillip page
that you did, he was originally envisioned as an old cryomancer before syl was convinced by trixy that that would raise more suspicion towards him.
Kasamuri
Thanks for the chapter!
Jason Hardman
TYFTC! Seems to be a typo here: Vee piped up for her silence. -> Vee piped up from her silence.
Rohandy Guzman
I think that hat is feeding of Syl's mana, that's why the fairy was jelous
Engineer4God
Tank oo fur da chap!
TjStorm
Vee piped up for her silence Vee piped up from her silence
PR Hunter
Wasn’t Sylvain a woman? I must have missed something.
SUP Dood
My heart dropped a bit at that too.
Tekbox
She got it in the dungeon that she had to go to to get cleared for promotion. The one that she extorted for her beloved boom slime (the orange one). It was from the second boss I believe, but I'm not 100% certain I remember the boss order correctly.
jonathan
oh no. Vee is a misandrist! Quick! Run for the hills! A crazy spider is slightly more crazy!
CringeWorthyStudios
Just rocks up with an entire necklace of famous adventurer’s IDs that all start with Syl-. Meanwhile everyone else thinks that she pulled a highlander and decided that she could be the only Syl. 🤣
chaz mars
Is it money laundering if you can actually create materials out of next to nothing. She's just selling monster meat with more steps. Lol. Meat to slime to gold to coin.
chaz mars
Honestly that hat is crazy and im tryibg to remember just where she got it from. Book 2 or 3 I think. Right before she left to go see the dwarves. But even in the cover for book 1 its there. Lol.
Michael Zinkstein
Thanks for the chapter
Plateworm
Tftc
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JAndy
> Vee sighed. "I regret asking… Now I feel like a pig being fattened up for slaughter. Missing " at the end.
justoneman
By the end of this series, Syl's gonna have more IDs than Jason Bourne
Alexikon
Ah yes, the not so suspicious amount of metal bars (maybe in Dwarven quality). Definitely not suspicious.
Napalm078
Mmmmmm, laundering >:)
brennon Petersen
Tftc!
Wensber
Thanks for the chapter!
Shai182
TFTC!
