The setting sun gradually sank into the valley, and the town filled with wafting smoke was swallowed by the night, leaving only sporadic lights on the street where the adventurer guild was located.
Bustling all day, the old farmer headed home from the fields, while those adventurers, worn out from fatigue, left the maze in twos and threes.
Ever since the division in Thunder City increased the commission weight for Silver Pine Town, the number of local adventurers surged like frogs by a pond after a rainstorm.
Carrying a hoe, old Abel was listlessly killing time, calculating the hour his neighbors would start their dinner.
It wasn't that he wanted to scrounge a meal, but the incident of losing his shoes the day before had made him the laughingstock, leading to people giggling upon seeing him, and he just couldn't face looking his neighbors in the eye.
At that moment, he suddenly caught sight of Captain Hephael standing on the street corner, beckoning to him.
