Most of the players halted their steps. It wasn't an everyday occasion when some random NPC yelled at them.
Especially mentioning the word "players" and the way he spoke, was a huge trigger.
"What's going on?"
"Did someone just call us?"
"I think it was the guy with a cat on his shoulder."
"What? There are cats in the World of Archetypes?"
"Let's go. What if it's a quest or something?"
The chatter filled an already busy street.
There were quite a lot of workshops around, including the alchemy house, the smith, the adventurer association, and all in all, shops that sold everything the players might need.
Deliberately choosing this place, Jung's decision proved to be the correct one.
After his declaration, players hastily surrounded him, yet it seemed like no one recognized him.
Jung was slightly dejected and disappointed, but not displaying his childish side, he demanded.
