Woken up by urgent knocks on his door, the keeper of the inn hurriedly came to the door with a lantern in hand while lamenting in his heart. "Times are really bad now. Business is languishing, and rooms of the inn are occupied by a group of refugees who're often late with their rent. Some of them probably got desperate and caused trouble somewhere. The people who're tracking them down will naturally come here."
The innkeeper believed himself to be fully prepared for the worst situation, but the moment he opened the door, he got so frightened that he nearly collapsed to the ground.
His inn was tightly surrounded by a group of soldiers, and a pale young man was standing at his door. "This man seems to be the Dragon King," the innkeeper thought to himself worriedly.
