"Hey check it out. Look at those dudes, they're on a business trip," A guy held his laughter as he looked at Mykel and Lucifer walked past him and his friends. "What a joke," He laughed with his friends because of the attire those two wore.
They weren't the only ones who mocked Mykel and Lucifer, almost everyone they saw was making fun of them. They weren't bothered by it, and in fact, they were focused on the small base camp where people from different worlds gathered.
"Mortals using hell as their place to stay, how funny," Lucifer chuckled softly.
Mykel watched as everyone was so carefree and laid-back. There were so many people from different races, even elves, and dwarves. They were sharing their knowledge of weaponry, armory, martial arts, and even magic.
"Now that I look at them, can you do something about this dagger?" Mykel pulled out something from thin air, and it was [Dagger of Soul-Marking].
