The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

f you can’t write, I will fill it on your behalf.”

 

“I’m good.”

 

I took the form and when I looked around, there were chairs and desks prepared nearby.

I sat down and checked the form.
There were sections to fill in my birthplace, name and age, but nothing else other than those.

Phew, seemed like even I could open an account here.

 

“It’s okay to leave your birthplace blank, you know.”

 

“Huh?”

 

“It’s alright.”

 

“Okay.”

 

I filled in my name and age, and took the form to Lugilette-san at the counter.

Lugilette-san looked at Captain Argud a little curiously when she saw the form I filled in.

 

“This kid has a problem with his village head, he’s on runaway so he left his birthplace section blank.”

 

“I understand, then I will process your application.”

 

It was approved.

I wonder if it won’t cause any problem later?

I became worried and looked at Captain Argud.
He noticed me and gently patted my head.

 

“When nobles or village heads cause a problem, the villagers bear the damage.
In order to protect fleeing villagers, when the merchant guild was established, a law stating people can open an account only with their names and ages was passed.
There are quite some cases where people open an account in adventurers guild, got their location exposed and got their assets stolen by nobles.
The law is made to protect against such things.
However, to open an account, you need a guarantor.”

 

“A guarantor?”

 

“Yeah, someone who knows the present state of your village, or someone like me who is able to get some information.”

 

I see, Captain Argud is continuously helping me.

Even so, is Latomi Village in such a terrible state?

Since I don’t have any close friend there, I don’t really think about it, though, somehow.

 

“I have finished the arrangement.
Then can I have a drop of your blood here, please?”

 

“Yes.”

 

A round transparent object was placed on a white slate.

What should I do here and how?

 

“Please put your finger in the recessed part.
It will hurt a little because there is a small needle inside, but please bear with it.”

 

Looking closely at the transparent object, there was indeed a recessed part.

I put my finger there softly and pressed against it.

It didn’t hurt that much, and soon the white slate shone, showing my name and age.

 

“Thank you.
This is your slate.
Shall I explain how to deposit your money and some other things?”

 

“That’s all right because I’ll do it.”

 

“Is that so? Then, thank you for your cooperation.
Thank you for using our service.”

 

Our conversation ended while I was surprised seeing letters on my slate.

I accepted the presented slate and bowed my head a little.