“Do you dare speak to us this way? Do you know who we are? Don’t you know this outfit and crest?”

“I don’t want to know. Why do you think I should be curious about something you didn’t want to reveal in the first place? Wouldn’t you have taken a nametag if you really wanted me to know?” the innkeeper replied.

“You? Did you just say those words to me?”

“Then what should I call you? Weren’t you the ones who didn’t even write down pseudonyms to get into the city? Oh, do you know how to write? That’s weird… the information desk people even help illiterate people write down their names… Didn’t you refuse in the end? Wait, why are you getting mad at me?” the innkeeper glared with a confused yet frustrated expression.

“What if I barge in?”

“The Han-Sung Clan warriors sitting over there will be very happy to have some work. They’ve been very bored these days.”

“Han-Sung Clan?”

“If you think they’re too difficult to contend with, there’s some lighter-weight Dark Guild warriors over there. It’ll probably be more exciting ‘discussing’ with them.”

“Dark Guild?”

Gibin and his colleagues looked around the reception area. They sensed incoming foreign auras one by one. These auras were also reacting to the aura that Gibin and his colleagues had sent out. It was as if the foreign auras were inviting these newcomers...