For him, the help that Richard Carter could offer was probably mostly related to connections within the military system, as well as some information he was allowed to share. However, Robert Miller still spoke frankly.

"Yes, my family is indeed having some troubles!" Robert Miller said, "Because I want to become a druid, I've gradually accumulated some debt."

Robert Miller lowered his head with a sigh, idly kicking a small stone in front of his door. "Now, I owe a total of 100 silver coins."

"I really can't help with that." Richard Carter spread his hands, showing a helpless expression.

"No, no, no, debts should always be repaid." Seeing that the other party couldn't agree, Robert Miller didn't mind and quickly waved his hand, indicating that Richard Carter misunderstood, and smoothly changed his request: "Actually, I've already planned to go into the forest to gather some goods and save up money to pay it back, but I feel my abilities are really lacking."

"So you're planning to find someone to teach you a few skills?" Richard Carter asked, which was a perfectly normal thought.

Robert Miller nodded repeatedly. Usually, when asking someone for help, if the other party can't agree, you tend to feel a bit guilty, and if you then ask for a different kind of help, the chances of success are higher.

"That's a small matter." Richard Carter thought for a moment and casually agreed, "You can come to the barracks in the future and learn some warrior skills for free."

"Thank you so much, Captain Richard Carter. Please take this wild boar leg with you, and I hope you can help me more in the future!"

"Alright, give me the goblin scalps and I'll help you get an adventurer's license. That way, you can withdraw your money." Richard Carter didn't refuse. Seeing Robert Miller about to cut with a short sword, he simply drew his own sword and, with a single slash, chopped off a wild boar leg. He picked it up and laughed heartily, then took the four bloody goblin scalps and turned to leave.

"Hey! Little Robert Miller, I've already heard about what you did. You're a good kid, that's worth celebrating!" As soon as he entered the shop, one of them—none other than the town's only member of the mercenary group, Paul Carter—shouted in a hearty tone, "I want to cheer for our town's lovely Robert Miller, let's have a drink!"

As he spoke, he took a big gulp of beer.

A few mercenaries nearby were a bit surprised and asked around. When they learned that Robert Miller had killed five goblins and caught a wild boar piglet, they all looked at him with newfound respect.

Only Mrs. Miller was so surprised that her mouth hung open.

"We should have a drink! Here, your beer is on me," said the mercenary captain Harvey Miller.

A mug of beer cost 5 copper coins. Mrs. Miller quickly poured a mug for Robert Miller. Robert Miller's face flushed slightly, and he smiled and replied softly, gently clinking his wooden mug against the captain's, "Thank you, may the gods be with you."

After Robert Miller finished his beer, he heard Harvey Miller say, "In that case, let us have this wild boar. I'll give you 5 silver coins!"

"The two hind legs are for my friends, you can have the rest," Robert Miller thought for a moment and said.

"Alright, that's settled. Mrs. Miller, come help us roast it."

Chapter 8: Reward (Part 2)

Under the brilliant starry sky, on an open space in the town, a bonfire blazed.

In life, everyone has a few close friends. So, Robert Miller invited his friends, Faye Carter and Nick Carter, to share the spoils.

The three of them sat in a circle around the bonfire, the hot, bright flames flickering and swaying in the wind.

Robert Miller held a wooden stick in one hand, carefully watching the fire. The flames licked around two pork legs as Robert Miller turned and adjusted their position, cautiously controlling the heat.

As the flames roasted the meat, it crackled and popped, the fat under the skin bursting from the heat, and a tempting aroma gradually wafted out.

"Robert Miller, what made you think of us today?" Faye Carter stared straight at the barbecue in Robert Miller's hand. He was a close friend of Robert Miller, but because Robert Miller had been busy with druid training lately, they hadn't been in close contact for a while, only greeting each other in passing.

Faye Carter's family had once served as soldiers for the lord and had been well-off for a time, but they didn't survive the repeated wars, and so the family had fallen on hard times. They weren't well-off now, and he had grown up hungry, looking thin and bony, but he loved eating meat. Still, he was agile and quite strong.

"How could I not think of you guys?" Robert Miller spread one hand and lifted the roast pork on the stick in his other hand, putting on a falsely accused expression. "Didn't I call you both to eat as soon as I got some game today?"

"And you say you always think of your old friends," Nick Carter said with mock sorrow. "When Faye Carter and I want to find you, we never know where you've disappeared to."

"I'm not avoiding you," Robert Miller explained a bit awkwardly, looking down at the fire and muttering, "I've just been busy with druid training."

Young people care about their reputation, and Robert Miller was no exception. In the past, whenever he fantasized in his dreams about returning home in glory and impressing his friends, he would become especially focused. He also cared a lot about his image in front of his friends—hoping to reconnect with them after becoming a druid.