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"Oh..."
Standing on a street full of foreign allure, looking at the scene before him, Shane could no longer hold back and let out a sigh-like sound.
The scene that entered his view was enough reason for him to do so.
At the moment, Shane had already entered the town, standing on the street in front of the city gate.
All around were medieval-style stone and wood buildings.
On the street, there were people riding horse-drawn carriages or carrying luggage, dressed in vintage corseted clothing and Greek-style attire.
The ground was paved with cobblestones, and the roads were intersecting. Various shops and stalls were selling all sorts of goods, with people's shouts and noises rising and falling, creating a bustling marketplace scenery that made Shane feel as if he'd returned to ancient times, rather than having been reborn in an otherworld.
Except for one scene.
That was, on the street, apart from various civilians and merchants, there were also people carrying weapons, fully armed, looking fierce and exuding a murderous aura.
Some of them were soldiers patrolling the streets, strictly on guard.
However, among these people, the majority were those with disheveled equipment, covered in dust, some even reeking of blood, carrying heavy backpacks as they came in from outside the town or were preparing to go out, clearly ready to go on a killing spree.
The existence of these people told Shane that this was not ancient times, but truly an otherworld.
After all, among them, there were people transporting the corpses of large demons, whether they intended to sell or bury them, he did not know.
Thanks to these people, Shane was able to enter this town so smoothly. Otherwise, given his current appearance, it was highly possible that the gatekeeper soldiers would have stopped him.
Ten days of wild survival in the forest had left Shane not only in tatters, but his clothes had turned into rags due to high-altitude struggles with griffins, barely able to cover his body.
With this appearance, if not for the presence of dusty and even badly scarred people continually coming in from outside the town, Shane might have been stopped.
Besides, entering the town seemingly required a fee.
Before entering the town, Shane saw merchants and civilians handing over some money bags and currency to the gatekeeper, then being allowed in.
At that time, Shane thought that, being penniless, he would be unable to enter the town. To his surprise, the gatekeeper only took one look at Shane and let him pass directly.
"Adventurers don't need to pay an entry fee, go right in."
That was the reason given by the gatekeeper.
In other words, the gatekeeper regarded Shane as an adventurer.
And the so-called adventurers were probably those people exuding a murderous atmosphere, constantly heading in one direction nearby, right?
"Adventurer, huh?"
Shane became a bit exhilarated.
This was a popular profession in otherworlds, after all!
Earning a livelihood by completing others' commissions and tasks was a dream career renowned among those with otherworld dreams. Shane could not possibly be unaware of it.
"Then, is there an adventurer's guild here too?"
Thinking of this, Shane couldn't help but step forward, following the surrounding adventurers in the flow of people.
It was worth mentioning that Shane was carrying an obviously beast-hide-made long package.
Naturally, inside was Shane's Holy Sword.
This was a preparation Shane made before entering the town.
There was no helping it, the Holy Sword was too conspicuous in many ways. If he brought it in just like that, it would likely make Shane the center of attention instantly and attract others' coveting and greed.
So, Shane wrapped the Holy Sword in beast hide that he originally used as a blanket to keep warm outdoors at night, carrying it in this way to avoid being coveted.
Just like that, Shane followed the flow of people, along with a group of adventurers heading in the same direction, arriving in front of a building.
It was a building distinctly different from others.
It stood in a vast plaza, with no other residences around. While it seemed only four or five stories high, it covered a considerable area, with a design and decor distinct from other buildings, appearing more unique.
Hanging over the doorway of this building was a signboard.
On the left of the signboard was a sword, on the right a flame, as if showcasing the symbol of "sword and magic." In the middle was a line of text in otherworld language—"Adventurer's Guild."
"There really is an adventurer's guild!"
Shane first smiled, then froze.
"Wait, how am I able to understand those words?"
Indeed, Shane could understand the otherworld language.
Not only the text, Shane could also understand the language of the people in this world.
Reflecting on the gatekeeper's initial words, Shane now realized that he had actually understood them at the time and could currently understand the words of the people around him.
"It's said someone spotted a griffin in the outskirts."
"No way?"
"A griffin? A griffin actually appeared?"
"Such high-level demons only show up in the dangerous Tria Forest, right?"
"I hope such high-level demons don't fly over here."
"Yeah, I don't want to be called to deal with a griffin, demons of that level."
The adventurers around were chatting like this, going in and out of the adventurer's guild entrance.
They were using a language Shane didn't know, but for some reason, he could understand, distinguish the text, and even realized only now that the words he spoke had become otherworld language as well.
"Could this be a perk of being the Rebirthed Hero?"
Shane scratched his head.
However, Shane didn't think too much about it. Instead, he felt it saved him a great hassle.
"Not having to worry about communication and interaction in the otherworld is a huge relief."
With such thoughts, Shane stepped into the adventurer's guild before him.
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Adventurer's Guild, first-floor hall.
This was a vast hall without any surplus rooms.
The hall was filled with adventurers in various gear, some gathered in groups of three or five, sitting around tables and chairs in the hall, chatting lively about something. Others were clustered in front of a notice board, seriously examining sheets of parchment on it, while others were gathered at various counters, conversing with people dressed as staff, the level of bustle rivaling the outside streets.
Shane's arrival did not draw any attention. Only a few people glanced at him briefly before resuming their affairs.
Evidently, Shane, in his ragged clothes, did not present anything worth noting to adventurers.
However, a few observant individuals did notice Shane's peculiarity.
This was unavoidable.
For it was Shane's first time here. Inevitably, he would look around, making it obvious he was a newcomer.
"Hey! You, the newbie over there! The counter is over there! If you want to process something, go there! Don't wander around!"
A burly man drinking shouted at Shane impatiently as he passed by, pointing the way with quite a rude attitude, yet showing a warm heart contrasting completely with his appearance and behavior.
"Thank you."
Naturally, Shane could see through this and, after smiling at the man, headed towards the counter.
And when Shane reached the counter, the guild staff immediately attended to him.
"Welcome to the Lamijion Adventurer Guild, how can we help you?"
A young lady with a quite pure and beautiful face sat at the counter, smiling at Shane as she inquired.
This told Shane one thing.
That is, this town is named Lamijion.
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