Warlock of Oceans: My Poseidon System

Chapter 346 The Holy City of Rebelkin (20)

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At the heart of the hall was a grand fireplace, its flames casting a warm, inviting glow over the room. Above the mantel hung a massive, intricately carved wooden plaque, inscribed with the names of the guild's most legendary members—those who had achieved great feats and earned their place in the annals of the Blacktrodden Guild. This plaque served as both an inspiration and a reminder of the high standards and valor expected of every member.

The guild's leadership, represented by the guildmaster and his advisors, was known for its wisdom and experience. The guildmaster himself, the burly man with the thick beard, exuded an air of authority and camaraderie. He was a seasoned adventurer who had seen countless dangers and triumphs, and his presence commanded respect from all who entered the hall.

The Blacktrodden Guild was more than just a gathering place for adventurers; it was a community, a family bound by a shared purpose and a relentless drive to uncover the mysteries of the underground world. The guild's influence extended far beyond the city, with members embarking on expeditions to distant realms, seeking out new challenges, and forging alliances with other factions.

As Cyrus continued to observe and absorb the atmosphere, he realized that the Blacktrodden Guild was a vital part of the underground city's fabric. It was a beacon of hope and courage, a place where adventurers could come together to share their knowledge, hone their skills, and prepare for the trials that lay ahead. The guild's reputation for excellence and bravery was well-earned, and Cyrus felt a sense of awe and respect for the organization that had built such a remarkable legacy.

"How do I join?" Cyrus asked.

"Follow me," The guild master grinned.

Cyrus followed the guildmaster through a set of heavy wooden doors at the back of the main hall, entering one of the private rooms reserved for serious discussions and strategic planning. As the door closed behind them, Cyrus immediately sensed something unusual about the space.

The room they stepped into was vastly larger than the dimensions suggested by the building's exterior. It was clear that powerful spatial magic had been employed to expand the room far beyond its natural limits. The ceiling soared high above, and the walls stretched out, creating an open, airy environment that felt almost like a grand hall rather than a mere back room.

The walls were lined with shelves filled with ancient tomes, scrolls, and artifacts, each meticulously organized and carefully labeled. Maps of various regions, both known and unknown, were pinned to the walls, some marked with notes and annotations detailing the guild's expeditions and discoveries. A large, intricately carved wooden table dominated the center of the room, its surface cluttered with maps, charts, and various documents.

In one corner, a cozy sitting area had been arranged, complete with plush chairs and a low table, suggesting a space for more relaxed conversations. The furniture was of high quality, upholstered in rich, dark leather that gleamed in the soft light of the room. Brass oil lamps provided a warm, inviting glow, their flames flickering gently and casting intricate shadows on the walls.

The floor was covered in a lush, deep red carpet, its texture soft underfoot and its color adding a touch of warmth to the otherwise grand and imposing space. Near the far wall stood a large fireplace, unlit at the moment, but its intricately carved mantelpiece depicted scenes of legendary adventures and heroic deeds, further emphasizing the room's connection to the guild's storied past.

As Cyrus and the guildmaster concluded their discussion in the expansive back room, the guildmaster rose from his seat and gestured for Cyrus to follow him. Curiosity piqued, Cyrus obliged, stepping out into the main hall once more before they made their way deeper into the Adventurers' Guild building.

They passed through a series of corridors lined with armor displays, weapon racks, and various training paraphernalia. The air carried the faint scent of polished metal and oiled leather, hinting at the rigorous activities that took place within these walls. Eventually, they arrived at a pair of imposing wooden doors adorned with the guild's emblem—a stylized depiction of a dragon entwined with a sword.

The guildmaster pushed open the doors, revealing a vast training room beyond. Cyrus's eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. The room was expansive, easily dwarfing any training facility he had seen before. It was filled with all manner of equipment necessary for honing the skills of adventurers.

Along one side of the room, rows of weapon racks displayed an impressive array of swords, axes, bows, and other implements of combat. Armor stands lined another wall, showcasing suits of plate, chainmail, and leather armor, each meticulously crafted and maintained. Targets for archery practice were set up at one end of the room, their surfaces scarred from countless arrows.

The center of the training room was dominated by a large, open area, ideal for sparring and combat drills. Padded mats covered the floor, providing a cushioned surface for training in unarmed combat and grappling techniques. Nearby, dummies and training posts were set up for precision strikes and martial exercises.

The walls were adorned with tapestries depicting legendary battles and heroic deeds, inspiring those who trained within these walls. Brass oil lamps hung from the ceiling, casting a warm, steady light that illuminated the entire room and added to its inviting atmosphere despite the seriousness of its purpose.

"This is our training hall," the guildmaster explained, his voice resonating with pride. "Here, our members hone their skills, practice teamwork, and prepare for the challenges that await them in the depths and beyond."

Cyrus nodded in appreciation, impressed by the scale and organization of the training facilities. He could sense the dedication and discipline that permeated the atmosphere, a testament to the guild's commitment to excellence and readiness. It was clear that every aspect of the Adventurers' Guild was designed to nurture and support its members in their quests and endeavors.

As they continued their tour, the guild master pointed out various training stations and specialized areas, each tailored to different aspects of adventurer preparation—from magical studies to survival skills in harsh environments. Cyrus absorbed the information eagerly, his initial boredom now replaced by a keen interest in understanding the guild's operational capabilities and its role in the underground city's ecosystem.

'This guy really likes talking huh...' Cyrus thought.

"Okay, now, shall we actually get to the test?" The man jokingly asked, however, Cyrus was not appeased in the slightest.

'Maybe I chose the wrong guild to start off with...' Cyrus internally sighed.