Kapitel 88: Kicks

Foster dropped down onto the bench, looking up at the night-sky with heavy breaths.

"Oh, nice, so you're meeting your new Handler tomorrow?" Sofia asked with a curious smile, "Let's hope they're nice, mine was sort of... well, unique, to say the least."

Replying with a shrug, Foster said, "It's just a meeting thing tomorrow or something. Hopefully we'll find a handler, but it all depends on whether we end up vibing or not. Otherwise, we'll look for another one." He explained, turning his head toward the woman sitting next to him, "More importantly, I'm finally getting my guild card tomorrow. Guess that means I'll be a real adventurer."

"Meh, it's overrated. I used to be an adventurer as well, but I'm a merc now. It's a lot more ludicrous, trust me." Sofia laughed slightly. Surprsied, Foster raised his brows, "A mercenary? What's the difference?"