"When did the twin rivers fall to this level? D*mn it!" The square-faced man cursed softly.
"Squeak!" At that moment, there was a squeak in front of him.
The man traced the sound and saw a Squirrel standing in front of him. It held a piece of paper and was waving it.
The man was taken aback. What was happening? A squirrel? With a piece of paper? It didn't appear to be afraid of humans… Wait. Why did the squirrel appear familiar? Wasn't this the squirrel that was with that monk? Why did it chase up to him?
Although he was puzzled, the man still squatted down and took the piece of paper. On it was written: "Patron, you are fated with This Penniless Monk, so if you have the time, try walking around in the north."
"What does this mean?" The man looked at Squirrel, puzzled.
Squirrel flicked his tail and ran off.
