The Transmigrated Novelist

Since the three groups had fought and killed the Rank 3 Grisly Bear, when they didn't even have Rank 3 Warriors in their ranks, they were deemed to have done a great act.

In a place like Navita military deeds were extremely evaluated, and especially when one managed to work wonders, and bring unexpected results.

For example, if Roy hadn't taken care of that Rank 3 Grisly Bear, then he would have stormed the other teams, and they would have end up suffering casualties as well.

That would be the best scenario, because since the strength of a beast was above that of a Warrior of the same Rank, then even with a Rank 3 Warrior these guys would have suffered losses.

But there was no Rank 3 Warrior in these three teams, so even if the Rank 3 Grisly Bear was wounded, he might have wiped out the three teams altogether.

So, Roy had not only killed a Rank 3 Grisly Bear with the minimum of casualties, but he had also managed to save the lives of the soldiers on the other two teams.

If these results didn't deserve recognition, and value then what would. Not to mention that Roy was just a Rank 2 Warrior, and something like this was way beyond his Rank and duties.

Certainly, the moment that he shared his achievement with the other two teams, and that captain, things would change a bit, but it was still something amazing that would attract attention.

It was more than enough for the two teams, and Roy to present the carcass of that Rank 3 Grisly Bear to the temporary research headquarters as their achievements and have a 'well-deserved' rest.

Since that captain seemed like a sucker for merits, Roy decided to let him receive all credit, and didn't even appear close to the main tent, as he waited for him far away from there.

The name of the person he had replaced seemed to be Clark Derby, and even though he had no idea of the guy's past, he knew that he liked women and alcohol, just like any other soldier out there.

In fact, the biggest reason he was avoiding the tent of rewards and achievements was because he didn't want to have a bad luck coincident clash with Young Master Fjord.

But that Captain guy most probably thought that Roy was truly subservient to him, and he didn't go close to the tent because he didn't want to take his captain's limelight.

Seeing his attitude, the captain thought that Roy was a truly wise young soldier, and he would have to treat him better from now on, as he made a mental note for himself.

Since the achievement was extremely big the captain received five tickets to the temporary Bar tent, and 3 tickets to the Pleasure tent while every other soldier received one drinking ticket and one pleasure ticket.

Drinking and women were two of the biggest weaknesses and moral boosters for soldiers in battle, or when undertaking dangerous missions.

No army would take women for soldiers' pleasure when going to battle, and they could only have fun when they succeeded in conquering the enemy's cities, towns, or villages.

But the case of these guys was a bit different as due to their good luck they were in Death Forest, and there were a lot of barbarian tribes on the way.

These barbarian tribes were unworthy of mention in front of Young Master Fjord's army, so the men ended as extra servants, while the women were just extra bi*tches on the Pleasure tent.

If there were any good quality beauties they would be sent to the commanders of the army, or Young Master Fjord himself, but as expected only few of them were of that quality.

Furthermore, Young Master Fjord and his commanders were able to bring one or two toys to play with wherever they went, so they weren't losing anything.

But if they allowed the whole army to indulge in pleasure, then no soldier would fight, or go to do their duty, as what soldier would choose danger in front of pleasure.

So Young Master Fjord had came up with a great idea to boost his soldier's moral, as he had decided to use tickets of achievement.

A soldier would take a ticket only if he made a good achievement towards the missions and goals of the private army, which made soldiers even more raring to go and fight out there.

One ticket was enough for a soldier to enter the Pleasure tent and spend the night with one woman of his choice from the tent.

In that time frame he could do whatever he wished with the woman he had selected, and if he wanted more than one woman, he would have to use another ticket.

The drinking tickets had the same function as well, just that instead of a woman, he could select one drink from the bar.

The rate of exchange of drinking tickets with pleasure tickets in the army camp was 3 drinking tickets for one pleasure ticket.

Every soldier of these two teams, and the captain himself were extremely pleased with the reward, and they looked at Roy with a look of gratitude, as they slowly dispersed.

When the captain was left behind with Roy, he said in a heavy, and solemn tone, as he extended a drinking ticket, and a pleasure ticket towards Roy,

"Boy you are extremely talented, and a good fighter, so I would like you to have you work under me! Don't worry I will not let you suffer, and reward you handsomely! What do you say!?"

Roy seemed like he wanted to keep his calm on the outside, but that gloating look on his face 'betrayed' his feelings, as he answered back,

"It will be a pleasure working with you from now on captain!"

The way he saw it, if he was alone, or sent into another team then those guys would most probably use him as a little servant of sorts.

But if he stayed beside this captain, he could not only control him through his greed, and his wish to attract attention, but he could also have an easier life.

Roy hadn't infiltrated this place to play soldiers, or make a name for himself, he had infiltrated to find the Green Horn Snake's lair and retrieve the Snake's cubs.

If he went alone, he would have more freedom, and liberty in acting, but he would also have to face whatever he encountered on his way alone.

He understood enough of elementary biology to know that the Green Horn Snake couldn't have given birth to his cubs, if he had any, by himself.

There should be a mother snake waiting at the lair and seeing that the Green Horn Snake was a Rank 5 beast, then the mother snake shouldn't be too far from that as well.

Even though Roy had managed to kill two Rank 5 beasts by himself that had been a fluke, and a strange concurrence of events.

If things hadn't happened as they happened, then most probably he would have said goodbye to his current life, no matter how unwilling he was.

Despite growing stronger and becoming a Rank 3 Acidic Mage he still had no intention of fighting against the mother snake by himself.

He was planning on using Young Noble Fjord's soldiers, and Masters in order to try and profit from muddled waters.

So, following this willing captain was a great opportunity for him to jump the first few stairs and cushion himself in a good position.

On the other hand, the captain seemed to be extremely satisfied with his answer, as he though to have bagged on his side a pretty good seedling.

With that happiness he looked towards Roy like he had encountered a great friend of his, and said with a happy and loud voice,

"Hahah~! Well then, let us go and have some fun now! There is no need to be so serious boy!"

With that said he pulled Roy towards the Drinking tent first to have a drink, before going and having some fun at the pleasure tent.

The drink that Roy selected was an orange drink that looked like whiskey form his previous world, which made his expectations quite high.

But the moment he tasted that shit, he felt like he would go vomiting. While this thing was much better than that barbarian piss, it wasn't that far ahead.

Furthermore, since his expectations had been quite high, the disappointment was even bigger, and so was the disgust he felt.

To think that he had to hold back his vomit at that point, and pretend like he liked this damn piss, it was the peak of disgust, but there was nothing he could do about it.

The terrible things one has to do in order to keep his cover. It seemed like those James Bond movies from his previous life had been just shit, as his life now was nowhere as good as his.

It was a good thing that the Drinking tickets were rare, and that he could convince the captain saying that he wanted to keep his other tickets for another time, otherwise he would have been forced to drink another one.

The captain was convinced by his reasoning, and didn't force him to drink more, but pulled him towards another tent close to the Drinking tent.

The moment that they passed the entrance of that tent, a daft and pungent smell of mixed human juices attacked and pierced their noses.

There was sweat, woman love juices, men's special milk, and even some other weird liquid, that made the poor Roy almost faint the moment he stepped inside.

This wasn't a Pleasure tent in his opinion, it was a Punishment tent…