Reborn as a Useless Noble with my SSS-Class Innate Talent-Chapter 148: Ch : He’s becoming too Dangerous - Part 2

When Kyle asked Bruce where the nearest large town was, Bruce didn’t even have to think.

"There’s a town about half a day’s ride south, young master. It’s the largest one before the capital, full of merchants, adventurers, and mercenaries."

Bruce answered promptly.

"Perfect. Get ready. It’s time we head out and recruit more people for our cause."

Kyle said, a small smile forming on his lips.

Bruce and Melissa both nodded, no hesitation in their movements.

Queen, still perched on Kyle’s shoulder in its hawk form, ruffled its feathers slightly but stayed quiet, alert to the world around them.

The journey to the town was uneventful, the roads quiet under the midday sun.

Once inside the bustling town gates, Kyle made straight for the adventurer’s guild, with Bruce and Melissa shadowing him.

The guild hall was as lively as expected—adventurers boasted loudly about their hunts, merchants bartered for bodyguards, and bulletin boards were packed with various job postings.

Kyle walked straight up to the counter and addressed the lazy-looking guild officer behind it.

"I need to post a recruitment order. I’m offering stable work, good pay, and benefits for those willing to settle down with their families."

The guild officer looked up at him and let out a sharp laugh, loud enough to turn a few heads nearby.

"Stable work? Benefits? Kid, no adventurer worth his salt is gonna settle down on some backwater farmland. They live for the thrill, the gold, the freedom! You won’t find anyone desperate enough for this."

He sneered.

His mocking tone made Melissa bristle immediately.

Her hand darted forward and grabbed the man by the collar, lifting him partway over the counter.

"Watch your mouth when speaking to the young master."

She growled, her eyes flashing dangerously.

Kyle calmly placed a hand on her arm, stopping her from committing murder in the middle of the guild.

Instead, he reached into his coat, pulled out a small pouch, and dropped a few glittering gold coins onto the counter.

The guild officer’s attitude changed instantly. He straightened his clothes, smiled obsequiously, and grabbed the coins.

"Of course, sir! I’ll have your request posted right away. Please, this way!"

Kyle gave a small, almost imperceptible sigh at the man’s shamelessness.

Still, he followed him to a large bulletin board, where the officer carefully pinned Kyle’s request near the center for maximum visibility.

With that task completed, Kyle and his group left the guild and returned to their temporary lodging. The deadline for recruitment was set for a week later.

Back at the guild, the officer snickered under his breath.

"Foolish noble brat. No adventurer would give up their freedom and gold hunting to work under some stuck-up lord, no matter how much he pays."

He muttered.

For the first hour after the posting went up, it seemed he was right. No one even glanced at the new notice.

The officer grew smug, feeling vindicated.

But then the afternoon rush hit.

More adventurers and mercenaries poured into the guild after a day’s work, seeking new jobs or a drink to unwind. Some wandered over to the board—and that’s when things changed.

A few sharp-eyed adventurers spotted Kyle’s recruitment notice and paused.

They leaned closer to read the details, murmuring among themselves.

A few recognized Kyle Armstrong’s name immediately—it had been circulating in recent tales about how he protected a village single-handedly and was building something great in the frontier lands.

Excited whispers began to spread.

"Is that the Kyle Armstrong?"

"The one who beat an entire bandit group alone?"

"They say he’s got land, real land, and he’s offering houses, fields, and jobs for families."

The guild officer tried to sneer at them.

"Pah, you lot seriously thinking about giving up adventuring for farm work?"

But he was ignored.

A middle-aged adventurer, his armor scratched and worn, turned to the others and grinned.

"I’ve been swinging swords for twenty years. Got a wife and two kid. I gotta think of them if I die. If this Kyle Armstrong kid is half as serious as the rumors say, it sounds like the opportunity of a lifetime."

"Same here. Better a stable home than dying face-down in some swamp for a bag of copper."

Another said.

People crowded around the board now, reading, debating, and encouraging each other.

The promise of stability, family benefits, and land to call their own was irresistible for many who had spent too long living on the edge of survival.

The guild officer could only stare, slack-jawed, as the number of interested applicants grew by the minute.

What Kyle had offered wasn’t "crap," as the officer had thought.

It was hope—something many adventurers had long since forgotten they could even wish for.

The flood of people leaving the town to join Kyle Armstrong’s recruitment was becoming impossible to ignore.

Day after day, more mercenaries, adventurers, and even a few craftsmen packed their belongings and headed out toward Kyle’s settlement, driven by the promise of land, stable pay, and family security.

At first, the guild officer thought it was just a few fools.

But now, even seasoned veterans were leaving, and the guild hall grew emptier with each passing afternoon.

The officer’s unease turned to outright panic.

If this continued, the adventurer’s guild would lose too many capable people, weakening their influence and cutting deep into their business.

He gathered his ledgers, all showing a sharp drop in commissions being accepted, and rushed to meet with the guild’s higher-ups.

Inside a dark, smoke-filled chamber, he explained everything, hands trembling.

"Sir, if this keeps up, we’ll lose most of our muscle. Our reputation is already taking a hit. Adventurers are abandoning us to join Kyle Armstrong’s forces! If they keep draining our ranks, we’ll be finished!"

The higher-up, a man with thinning gray hair and sharp eyes, sat behind a heavy oak desk and listened silently.

After a long pause, he finally spoke in a low, deliberate voice.

"Do whatever is necessary to keep our business afloat."

The message was clear—and lethal.

The officer nodded quickly, a sheen of sweat glistening on his forehead. When he returned to his office, he didn’t waste a second.

Throwing all caution aside, he called for his most discreet contacts and sent out a quiet message across the city’s underbelly.

He was looking for an assassin.

Someone ruthless and effective, someone willing to take a hefty purse of gold to eliminate a young, rising noble by the name of Kyle Armstrong.

It didn’t matter that Kyle was quickly becoming popular.

It didn’t matter that the Duke was rumored to favor him. To the guild officer, this was about survival.

Kyle Armstrong was a threat—one that had to be erased before the guild’s losses became irreversible.

As night fell, the officer waited in the shadows, heart pounding, hoping for a reply from the darker corners of the city.

Somewhere out there, he knew, a blade was being sharpened—one that would soon be aimed at Kyle Armstrong’s heart.

And Queen, still perched loyally at Kyle’s side, would need to be sharper and faster than ever before.

Ever since Kyle had started receiving invites for his party, he had tightened the security around the village and also set up a fake spot where those who applied could gather.

This was all done to make sure no unwanted person managed to slip by into his people.