Angor was glad the white-robed man did not drag the conversation unnecessarily longer with useless courtesy.
He looked at the screen and searched for number 5428. As expected, it was a quest asking for a customized weapon.
It did not say the exact type of the weapon, but the reward of 1,100 magic crystals was good.
"Are you interested, sir?" The man asked again.
Angor did not reveal his decision. "It didn't say anything other than the reward. I'll not accept a quest like this."
"I need a customized weapon, and we can always negotiate. It's fine if you decline after hearing me out. There's a guest room on the second floor, shall we go there? And just in case, there's a safe exit on the second floor for you to leave this place."
Angor glanced around and realized that many people were giving him curious gazes now. Some of them were using their transmitters to send messages.
