Therefore, it might be more suitable to acquire it for one of his companions.
After deciding on the third task, Henry calmly approached the bartender and said, "Give me a drink."
The bartender efficiently grabbed a draft beer from the counter, handed it to Henry, and then asked, "Which task did you choose?"
"The one about finding the lost tribe," Henry replied.
Instantly, a wave of disbelief washed over the people in the mercenary hall.
Snickers and scoffs could even be heard from some corners, clearly indicating skepticism towards Henry's choice.
With his acute hearing, Henry caught the murmurs around him.
"Is the lost tribe that easy to find? That task has been up there for three years now."
"People see the high reward but don't consider the difficulty of the task."
"It seems this young man, fresh from the deity altar, is about to face his first setback."
