Greatest Legacy of the Magus Universe C.386 Herbalist’s Guild

?When Adam's gaze landed on the wooden sign above the entrance, his lips curled up into a grin.

Just thinking about how much money he could make inside, he couldn't help but start drooling a little.

He then glanced at the large number of Magi going in and coming out of the entrance, thinking to himself, Business is always booming at guilds belonging to the three major professions.

Whether it was Herbalists, Artificers, or Runesmiths, all of them were wealthy, to say the least. Moreover, the guilds supporting them wielded enormous influence.

After all, the products and services offered by these people were very crucial to a Magus.

Adam noticed that surrounding this building on three sides were lush meticulously maintained gardens.

His eyes lit up and he thought, Ah, no wonder the Guild is located at the edge of the Quarter. It would not be easy to acquire such a large plot for growing herbs elsewhere.

A variety of herbs, flowers, and other medicinal plants were grown in this vast garden. They were personally tended to by the Herbalists of the Guild.

Adam made his way toward the entrance of the building. It was a cobblestone pathway lined with blooming flowers. The scent of these flowers was soothing, calming guests before they even entered the building.

The tall doorway was made of aged oak adorned with intricate carvings of leaves, flowers, and vines. Adam noticed that there were no security personnel guarding the entrance, which he thought was strange.

But in hindsight, it made sense for there to be no guards. No one was foolish enough to rob a Herbalist's Guild.

"Alright, Val, ready to make some money?" Adam smirked.

"Myu!" Valerian clenched his paws excitedly.

Together, they stepped through the arched doorway. The next moment, they were immediately enveloped in a warm, therapeutic aroma.

The mingling scents of dried herbs, fresh flowers, and medicinal oils created an inviting and relaxing atmosphere.

Adam found himself in the guild's entrance hall. It was spacious, to say the least. The floor was made of polished, wooden planks.

At the center of the hall stood a polished oak reception desk. Behind it, sat a young woman with brown hair and matching eyes. She wore simple yet elegant white robes embroidered with green and gold threads.

Potted plants of various sizes were placed all throughout the hall. Some hung on colorful hangers, while others were set on wooden stands.

To the left of the reception desk was the main room. This is where the majority of the customers had gathered.

This spacious room was filled with tall wooden shelves and glass cabinets, neatly displaying all sorts of magical potions, ointments, and medicinal oils.

Not only finished products but even jars of dried herbs and bundles of medicinal plants were also sold here. Clearly, these items were for the Herbalists to purchase.

Adam's eyes lit up when he saw the wide array of medicinal ingredients found there. He hadn't seen such a large variety even after scouring the Market Quarter earlier today.

As I thought! The Herbalist's Guild is indeed the perfect place for me to purchase raw materials, he thought to himself gleefully.

On the other side of the main room, there were drying racks holding a bunch of freshly harvested herbs. Adam surmised that these herbs must've been grown in the large garden behind the guild.

Adam then turned his head and looked at the area to the right of the reception desk. This was the seating area.

Comfortable chairs and sofas created an inviting space for customers and Herbalists alike. A few cushions and blankets further added to this comfort, making it a nice spot for guild members to read and discuss their findings.

A corner of the seating area was filled with bookshelves that contained volumes of botany, herbal medicine, and magical plants and animals.

Some books were ancient, their thick leather covers kissed by the passages of time. While others were newer, their spines fresh and unblemished.

Finally, Adam looked at the grand stairway behind the reception desk that led to the second floor. He believed that the second floor was where all the magic happened.

Right at that moment, his gaze met with the brunette receptionist's. She cheerfully smiled at him, "My Lord, may I help you with something?"

Adam and Valerian walked toward the reception table.

"If you're here to buy ready-made items, you may visit the main room to my right," the receptionist gestured. "And if you're here to commission a Herbalist, then please wait in the seating area to my left. Someone will come to assist you shortly."

Adam shook his head with a light smile. "Young miss, I'm here for neither."

The receptionist's brows creased ever so slightly and she asked in puzzlement, "Then may I ask what you're here for?"

"I'm here to apply for guild membership," said Adam.

The receptionist was visibly shocked. "My Lord, are you... serious?"

After all, Herbalism required deep knowledge and vast experience. Thus, the vast majority of the Herbalists were old people. The youngest were middle-aged Magi.

So the receptionist found it difficult to believe that this young man in front of her, who seemed to be no different in age than her, was actually a Herbalist.

"Of course, I am," Adam stated solemnly. "Tell me what I have to do."

"Uhm…" the receptionist didn't know how to respond.

In her mind, she believed that this young Magus was joking with her. She was actually quite speechless.

If someone were jesting, shouldn't the joke have at least some semblance of the truth?

Yet, Adam, a Magus in his early twenties, was actually claiming to be a Herbalist wanting to become a member of this prestigious guild.

"What is it, Ada?"

Right when she was thinking of how to respond to Adam's strange request, a stern-looking middle-aged man, who happened to be on his way toward the stairway to the second floor, saw the awkward expression on her face and came forward.

Ada, the receptionist, was a kind young Magus liked by all guild members. They couldn't stand to see that someone was bothering her.

She turned around and saw who it was. "Lord Barclay!"

Her eyes lit up but at the same time, she felt some pity for Adam. After all, Barclay was known to be a man with a chip on his shoulder.

"It's nothing, my lord," Ada hurriedly waved her hands. "I can take care of this."

"Is this fool bothering you?" Barclay stood beside Ada and condescendingly looked at Adam.

Fool? Adam thought to himself, a little taken aback by this man's rude behavior.

"What does he want?" Barclay asked.

"Well, uhm," Ada lowered her head and spoke meekly, "he said he wanted to become a guild member."

"What?" Even Barclay was taken aback. He glanced at Ada and asked gently, "Are you serious?"

"Mhm," Ada nodded.

Barclay then glanced at Adam, who was leaning on the reception desk with a stoic expression, and burst into laughter, "Bahahahaha! You hairless brat, you wanna become a guild member?"

His voice attracted the attention of everyone present on the ground floor. Meanwhile, Adam's eyes narrowed and he thought to himself, This bastard is looking for trouble.

The next moment, Barclay's laughter abruptly subsided. He glanced at Adam and coldly muttered, "Get out."