As Lucy Windelle left the Clown's Tent, she found herself sitting in her giant chambers, located in the castle owned by the royal family.
She was seated by her mirror, completely shocked by the out-of-body experience she had just gone through.
Did I really just meet with a god?
The thought of what had happened caused her freckled cheeks to blush as she looked at herself in the mirror. Afterwards, she picked her glasses off the desk and put them over her pink eyes.
The Clown said you were beautiful, Lucy. You're just as beautiful as your sisters. Even if you're still single!
She gave herself words of assurance just before a knock came at her door. It was her personal maid, Marviet.
"Princess Lucy," she said from beyond the door. "The King is waiting for you at the dining table."
"I'm coming," Lucy responded, rising to her feet. As she did, she noticed her dress fall to her shoulders due to the lace being undone.
"Oh, umm, Marviet. Could you come in and help me tie up my dress?"
The modest maid stepped into the room with a confused expression on her face.
"But, my lady, I just helped you tie your dress moments earlier?" she responded, as she made her way to the back of the princess and started the process again.
Lucy was glad that she couldn't see her blushing.
"Ah, yes..." she stammered. "It seems that it wasn't tied tight enough."
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Back in the Clown's Tent, Solomon had figured out a way to leave the strange location of pink mist.
All he had to do was exit the tent's curtains and step out into the streets of the city.
Instantly, he was met with the beating sun from above, as well as the sights of a giant gothic city stretching around him. Pedestrians dressed in suits and gowns walked the streets jovially, whilst others travelled in carriages pulled by great horses.
Solomon looked down at his own clothes to find that the pink clown suit had faded from his body, and he was left wearing smart black trousers and a white long-sleeved shirt.
He looked behind him, expecting to see the tent standing proudly at the city's centre, drawing the eyes of passersby. Instead, he found that it was made entirely of the same pink fog.
No one else seemed to notice it. People walked straight through the city square, their bodies passing through the mist as if the tent didn't exist at all.
Solomon scratched at his chin at the strange sight.
Interesting... It seems that I have the ability to erupt a tent wherever I choose. However, it has no physical structure, and only I can see it.
If others wish to enter, they can pray to the God of Information and end up seated in my stands, from which I can chose who to interact with.
Nothing in my history tells me that I am such a god. In fact, the only memories I have are of travelling through the Kingdom of Olaria, ruled by King Harry. I've been an orphan since young and have visited few cities to act as a clown in taverns and such.
However... only after transmigrating did I unlock this strange clown-like ability.
Could I somehow have been mistaken for the God of Information? Well, I'm hardly going to complain. This can be used to my advantage.
After gathering a few of his thoughts, Solomon took another look around the city. He saw many locations of interest, but what caught his mind most was the nearest tavern.
His stomach rumbled, suggesting that he hadn't been fed before transmigration.
As he made his way towards the tavern, he swiftly came to the realisation that he had no money. In fact, he didn't even own a purse.
"Shit... Maybe the tavern keeper will have some sort of job that I can help with in exchange for a meal."
With this, Solomon pushed open the door and entered the tavern named 'The Great Fortune.'
Inside, the tables were packed with many ladies and men. Around a fireplace, a bard played songs on a flute, earning himself a few coins every now and then.
Solomon caught a few eyes, as he seemed to be one of the only people with long white hair. Not to mention, he was clearly above average when it came to attractiveness.
Ignoring the gazes, he swiftly made his way over to the bar counter, where he found a brown-haired woman wearing a low-cut dress that revealed more cleavage than seemed acceptable. He guessed that she was in her forties and seemed to be staring at him like he was a hot meal.
"What can I get for you, handsome?" she said in a flirty manner.
I wish you wouldn't flirt with me, ma'am. I'm not against the idea of milfs, but your face is a bit too wrinkly for me.
Clearing his throat, Solomon explained his predicament.
"I was hoping for a meal, but I haven't got any coins to pay with. I was wondering if you had any jobs for me that I could do in exchange for one?"
The milf furrowed a brow at him.
"A man as pretty as you is broke?" she said as she cupped a hand around one of her breasts and squeezed. "I've got a job for you, but only if you're up for it."
After receiving a wink from the milf, Solomon could only remain silent.
I'm sorry, but I think I will stick to princesses.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding." She then waved her hand dismissively. "There is a job for you if you're brave enough to take it, but if you aren't a mage of some sort, then I'm not sure you'll be able to complete it."
"What's the job?"
The milf pointed to the back rooms of the tavern.
"In the cellar, some sort of monster has spawned. I don't know when or why, and I haven't bothered to check. I would call an exorcist, but the wine that I've been brewing down there is, you know... Not very legal."
Exorcist?
At the mention of the word, Solomon's memory swung to that of the dangers residing in Altearth.
To his knowledge, this world was filled with countless monsters and horrors, and in order to fight against them, one had to learn the ways of magic.
Each human possessed the capability to use magic, as they carried multiple different veins in their bodies that granted them affinities to multiple different types of powers and abilities. These individual veins could be strengthened through different stages, with the highest being ten.
However, Solomon was unaware of what these veins were, as he had never used them before. This would naturally put him at stage one in all areas.
Regardless, part of him found that he was interested in the mission. Despite having the memories of Solomon, he couldn't recall ever seeing a living monster.
If it's spawned in her attic and hasn't come out, then surely it can't be too dangerous?
"You want me to go down there and deal with the monster?"
The milf's eyes lit up. "Would you do that for me?"
"Sure. But first, I'd like you to give me a weapon, and ideally some holy water."
Without wasting any time, the woman headed upstairs and came back down holding a small sword in a sheath, as well as a small vial of sparkling water.
In Altearth, there were many gods. Creating something as simple as holy water was as easy as praying and asking one of them to bless it.
"This was my dead husband's weapon. He used to be a knight," she said, handing him the sheathed blade. "If you kill the monster, it's yours to keep."
Solomon took the two items and nodded his head. He was inexperienced with the blade, but even he could tell that it was a fine weapon.
Afterwards, he was led to the back rooms, where a trapdoor was built into the ground. Using a rusty key, the tavern keeper opened the door and gestured for Solomon to enter.
"Good luck," she said as he stepped inside, closing the door behind him and leaving him in the darkness.
Thanks... I'm going to need it.
Before descending down the dark staircase, Solomon opened the vial of sparkling holy water and poured it down his sword, giving it a shiny gleam. He felt a pure power flowing through the blade that would give him a buff when fighting against evil spirits.
Then, holding the sword ready, he descended the staircase, preparing to meet whatever monster was waiting for him.