Trouble-Ridden, I Had No Choice but to Take the Beauty on an Adventure

I work as a "troubleshooter" in a shabby tavern, specializing in dealing with difficult tasks from beautiful women. The red-haired swordsman couldn't afford the money, so he used a family curse as payment. The priest girl handed over the box that sealed the evil object and said that only I could take it. The elven traitor was hunted down by his compatriots and took refuge in my basement. The twin mages tore off my roof over an inheritance. When I was about to run away, the female knight in black armor kicked in the door: The end is coming, and there are only a few of us left alive in the old world. "Now, come with me to the New World—you pay for the passage."