Lanci reminisced about his arrival on the Northern Continent, when he'd landed in Herram with four jobs already waiting for him.
"There's nothing wrong with retiring at twenty, your life's already been rich and colorful enough."
Talia sighed. If she could appear now, she would pat Lanci on the shoulder.
Maybe for someone like Lanci, whose talents were nearly overflowing, it wasn't so much that he was looking for jobs, but rather, the jobs were looking for him.
Lanci, carrying a small carry-on suitcase, stepped into the courtyard.
The architectural style of the Saint Kray Temple was unique, with marble towers and flying buttresses visible everywhere.
The main areas of the campus were interwoven with verdant tree-lined paths, and a crystal-clear creek babbled through, the sound of the water audible even from within the courtyard.
Lanci felt none of the tense anticipation typical of a spy.
