"In short, don't steal from your brothers. Don't kill your brothers. Don't injure your brothers unless you have a good reason. Don't cause trouble to the Guild," Noah explained.
'Makes sense,' Kyle thought.
"Aside from that, you have to complete at least one mission per month if you want to stay in the Fighter Guild. This rule can be suspended if you are at a level of power where missions appropriate for your level are rare, but that won't be a problem for any of you."
At that moment, the five of them walked through a door and found themselves on the scaffolding of a huge hall.
Kyle looked down and saw a big bar or cafeteria.
A bunch of men and a rare few women were chatting and drinking on wooden benches.
'This entire hall smells like beer,' Kyle thought. 'Seems like beer also exists in fantasy land.'
"Greet your younger brothers and your younger sister!" Noah shouted into the hall.
All the people looked up at Noah.
