Nole had been in good spirits today. As the owner of the laundry shop for the past three months, he was quite pleased with the business.
Situated in a densely populated area, this sole laundry service could be considered a lucrative business, bringing in at least 5 gold coins daily.
Nole imagined the admiration he would receive from the young women of his clan once he returned.
Having adapted to life in the Sinner Level 8 region, he found it impossible to return to the secluded life deep in the mountains.
He dreamed of convincing his entire clan to abandon their hidden existence.
But his dreams were abruptly interrupted by the cold blade of a diamond-tier longsword pressed against his neck, causing his legs to tremble uncontrollably as he swallowed hard.
