He had to use his well-practiced negotiation skills, while maximizing all the marketing techniques he knew, they ended up with the following deals:
Using the ten thousand gold as an advanced payment, all members of the Adventurer Team doing official missions would be able to use the rooms until the consumables were spent, and as long as their stay was reported and approved beforehand. This included a free meal, ideally made of essence food.
After the gold advanced payment was depleted, then a discounted price of 50% would be given. All meals consumed by adventurers undergoing official missions shall also be discounted.
They also had their own requirements. He was to do two official missions for his level every month, and one official mission beyond his level every year thereafter. He must also make a certain amount of progress every month.
It was above average pacing if they based the standards on someone who went to the danger zone once or twice a month, but Finn honestly didn’t think their requirement would be difficult for him.
Not that they needed to know that, of course.
He also had to go visit once a month to check his progress, which was fine with him because he’d have business here anyway.
He also had to lay out his limitations. For his personal cap, he could refuse missions, and no one had the right to force him to take missions he didn’t want to do. They shouldn’t guilt-trip him either.
These old men called him a hero, but he didn’t want to be one. People who had that title would only carry endless expectations, and a little shortcoming equalled great disappointment.
It was a thankless task.
For the inn, should there be conflict in accommodation between members of the guild and other entities, then the guild members shall be given priority.
Of course, this rule was only applicable if the customers arrived at the same time. He insisted that it was still on a first-come, first-served basis every other time.
This was to make things clear and straightforward, and avoid unnecessary conflict. Even if it was mercenaries.
The best part was that he got a small space rune to place all that money in~ It was not big at all, even smaller than a suitcase, but it was just enough to hold the money.
Although space runes were very pricey for individuals, apparently, they were quite accessible to organizations!
This deal was all formalized when he signed a magic oath with them.
A magic oath was a magic tool that would bind the agreement of two entities. This was extremely convenient and was used in most big transactions, though its limitations were that it only affected the people who signed directly.
And his deal was with the local branch master himself, as a representative of the guild.
In Thusallem’s case (since he was just one of the many branch heads), those who were given the authority to represent an entity also signed their own contracts with the entity, which was the Adventurer’s Guild in this case.
Branch Masters signed contracts that stated that all decisions they made must be based on what should, in their judgment, be best for the entity.
This Oath thing felt quite omniscient, and Finn found it quite fascinating.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he got a hold of the money, the long-awaited ding sounded in his head.
[Hearth Mission Activated]
[Mission: Reach the Pinnacle of a High Quality Inn!]
[Information: Achieve 100 Attribute Points on Comfort, Cleanliness, and Ambience
Reward: 100,000 Hearth Points, Building Upgrade Voucher]
Oho!
He looked at the mission. While he got a lot of money, would that be enough to complete this mission? Probably not, but it was a comfort to see that there was another goal here.
Further, what was that building upgrade voucher?
Did this mean that he could upgrade the building of his choice? Regardless of cost?
Pang looked at him and didn’t answer, meaning that it was true, which excited him.
Before Finn left the building after signing the contract, some Elders emerged again, greeting him along with other people.
They had wide smiles on their faces, and they, while he was finishing the signing with the branch head, had obviously just finished discussing another thing related to him.
"Ah, before you go, we’d like to assign a strongman as your guard."
Finn blinked. "...excuse me?"
At this, the old men looked at him pitifully. "You are still a budding plant, a sprouting tree, an egg about to hatch—
"Get to the point please."
"And you also hold such an (allegedly) good thing," they said, looking in a direction, and soon another person appeared next to them. "It’s too dangerous for you to be alone. We will only be able to rest assured if we are certain you are safe at all times."
"Ah, he’s also there to keep watch on you."
"..." A nanny. Got it.
His eyes shifted to look at the so-called guard, a tall man with sharp features and very good-looking muscles .
The person assigned to him was the 30-something-year-old Gideon, though probably because of his high level, he looked to be in his late 20s at most.
He felt really awkward. "I don’t have money to pay for your service," he said, directly to the guard this time. He was afraid he had been forced into this job.
"The Guild is paying for this long-term mission," he said in a deadpan, low voice. It was also indicating that since he had already taken the mission, he was intent on completing it.
At this, Finn studied the man a bit more. He was a bit dismissive before because he didn’t think it’d push through.
Gideon was quite muscular and large, with a dark complexion, body and face filled with scars, and a massive sword at his back.
He had that valiant atmosphere around him.
Hey. If someone were to ask him, this guy was the one who looked like a hero!