The city was still in shock from what had happened the day before, but a new day had to start once the sun rose. Xeloria was a bustling city with hardworking citizens. The soldiers made sure to protect them while they did their best to work.
Gold was a lot less valuable on the second floor, Arthur realized. He was standing in front of the recruiting office for the soldiers, which offered ten gold coins per month. Since he was a newbie, he tapped the shoulder of the man in front of him.
"How much does it cost to live in Runera?"
The burly man in front of him was not impressed as he turned to face Arthur, looking down on him. This man was at least two hundred kilos with a two-meter height. He was a monster, and an unhappy one.
"You just arrived on the second floor?" asked the man as he scrutinized Arthur from head to toe. "Go to the wilderness and train first. This army is not a place for wussies."
