Alexander returned to the inn and began to inspect the contents of Smith's storage bag. The bag mostly contained ores, with a small amount of medicinal pills also tucked away.
These ores were nondescript in quality, far from precious metals or energy-rich magical crystals. While these items might hold some value to the average person, they appeared utterly mundane in Alexander's eyes.
"How can Smith, being the deputy lord of Hurricane City, have nothing but trash in his storage bag? It seems that the reputation of Hurricane City is vastly overblown, not nearly as formidable as they claim," Alexander mused, a cold sneer curling his lips.
Knock Knock
Someone was at the door.
Opening it, Alexander froze.
"How did you know I was staying here?" He furrowed his brows at the sight of Beauregard and Leopold.
