Who Says I'm Not a Proper Adventurer?

Chapter 112: Chapter 112: Necros’s Surprise

"I will go back and explain the details of the next overnight mission to the students."

Sylvester stood up.

"Then please be sure to explain the key protection points to each intern team. After all, this is also to help the Adventurer’s Guild resolve an environmental hazard."

Necros nodded solemnly in agreement.

Sylvester bowed slightly, a gesture of respect, then turned and walked out of the office.

As the door closed, Necros let out a helpless sigh.

He flipped through a few more reports.

In the end, he couldn’t stand the nauseating flattery.

He tossed the entire stack of parchment onto his wide desk as if it were trash.

He had no desire to look at it again.

He reached out and rang the Magic Crystal Bell on his desk.

Before long, Homman, the vice president of administrative management, pushed open the door and entered.

"Go get the files from the archive."

Necros ordered irritably.

"Using the intern team rosters, bring me the completion receipts for all the actual missions they’ve finished recently. I want to know how much real work these little brats have actually done."

Homman acknowledged the order and immediately turned to carry it out.

Just a moment later, a stack of genuine commission files was placed before the old Guild Master.

As the rough parchment pages were turned one by one, the only sound in the office was the soft rustling of paper.

Necros’s tense shoulders gradually relaxed.

He carefully checked several files, and the weight on his mind was finally lifted.

The old veterans in the Guild hadn’t embarrassed him.

They hadn’t treated the delicate interns like royalty just because of the generous stipend from Violet Academy.

The files clearly showed that each team had strictly considered the interns’ specific Magic Power levels and physical stamina, arranging missions of varying difficulty accordingly.

This was definitive proof that these battle-hardened squads weren’t just going through the motions.

They were genuinely treating these students from the Ivory Tower as real rookie Adventurers, meticulously helping them build a foundation for survival.

However, Necros also keenly noticed that a few of the veteran teams were being overly cautious.

They didn’t even dare let the students get some hands-on practice against Ordinary Demons.

Necros picked up a red quill pen from beside him, circled the names of those few teams, and planned to call their captains in tomorrow for a stern reminder.

After dealing with these routine files, his fingers closed around the commission form submitted by Lance.

The old man flipped it open casually.

The moment he saw the first line of the record, Necros’s pupils dilated.

He shot upright, yanking the mission completion form—which bore a fresh settlement stamp—directly from the pile, nearly knocking over the inkwell on his desk.

’How is this possible?’

The old Guild Master stared at the words on the paper, his brows furrowing into a deep knot.

He carefully calculated the time in his head.

At most, it had only been about a week since he had handed that extremely dangerous Dragon Hunting Breathing Combat Technique to Lance.

Necros clearly remembered the feeling of sparring with the young man in the backyard.

Back then, although Lance had good potential, his actual combat level was barely at the threshold of the Professional Level, and that was relying entirely on the brief burst of power from forcibly using the Breathing Combat Technique.

Once his stamina was depleted, the kid’s combat effectiveness would plummet.

But now...

This newly submitted mission completion form stated in glaring black and white that their hastily formed two-person team had killed an adult Big Goblin in a head-on confrontation.

Not only that, but the number of proofs for settlement was ridiculously high.

In a single day, the two of them had blitzed and cleared a total of four Goblin Camps.

Based on the typical size of each camp, that meant they had personally slaughtered over eighty Goblins.

’Is this a joke?’

According to standard Adventurer common sense, to complete a purge of this intensity without any casualties, you would need a fully-equipped five-person team at the very least, and even then, they would just barely manage.

’Is the kid holding back?’

This absurd guess instantly popped into Necros’s mind.

’Could it be that during our sparring session, that cunning kid was actually deliberately hiding his true abilities?’

’Was he actually just playing house with an old man like me?’

Necros scratched his head.

His mind was now filled with a swarm of question marks.

If Lance wasn’t hiding his strength, then there was only one other possibility.

’Or did Gideon secretly give that little girl from the Rosenthal Clan some powerful, highly destructive Alchemy Tool?’

As a native of this world, Necros’s thinking was completely bound by common sense.

He could never have imagined the terrifying boost that the Dragon Hunting Breathing Combat Technique, combined with Unlimited Stamina, gave Lance. Nor could he fathom that his opponent was relying on a system panel to constantly stack newly acquired Combat Specializations and Biological Talents like a rolling snowball.

This unconventional rate of growth had long since surpassed his imagination.

However, Necros didn’t jump to conclusions. He pulled out all the commission forms for missions Lance had accepted under his own name during this period.

Looking at the records, the old man fell into deep thought.

The other party’s growth trajectory was indeed gradual.

It was just that the rate at which the quantity and intensity escalated was extremely abnormal.

It now seemed that this peculiar intern team’s progress had completely exceeded his initial expectations.

’Since they’re at this level, then the team deployment plan for clearing the Magic Power radiation spots must be readjusted.’

There were already a few mission point assignments that had been giving him a headache, as he wanted to arrange the teams so they could support each other.

But limited by the strength of some of the teams, his placements had been a bit too scattered.

Necros stood up and strode over to the enormous solid wood sand table map in the center of the office.

The tabletop simulated the complex terrain of Copper Creek Forest, with the precise locations of the various Magic Power radiation spots marked by small blue flags.

Beneath the base of each small flag, the name tag of an intern team was neatly placed.

He quickly found the flag representing Lance and Cecilia.

Originally, out of concern for their safety, he had specifically assigned Lance a few of the most remote radiation spots in the entire outer region.

In that kind of peripheral area, it was absolutely impossible to encounter any troublesome Demons.

But now that they had this kind of ability, he could adjust their mission point.

Adjusting their task for this cleanup would bring all the teams’ mission points closer together, allowing them to support each other in case of any accidents.

He wasn’t just considering it from a mission perspective; clearing the Magic Power radiation spots was also beneficial for the participants themselves.

It could help them better improve their own abilities.

Necros decisively reached out with his rough fingers and pulled out the small blue flag bearing the name "Raven."

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