Starting half a month ago, she rarely saw the administrator sitting in the library. Occasionally, documents or recovered books were delivered from the Traveling Merchants Association, but they were always received by that bin-like little robot.0

Later, she learned from her colleagues that the administrator had gone to the front lines.0

Despite the continuous good news from the front, it was still very dangerous there; she heard that even the commander of the marauders named Dillon was killed by stray bullets.0

She really hoped that he would be safe...0

As the young girl took out her wallet, the old man's eyes were about to crease with a smile. However, just at that moment, a fair-skinned arm extended from the side.0

"Hey... You don't actually believe this, do you?" Frost River looked at her little sister in amazement as she had even taken out her wallet. "Writing a name can ensure someone’s safety? There's no such thing."2

In the face of her sister's surprised gaze, Frost Snow blushed and said in a low voice. "Anyway, it's just 2 silver coins..."0

"This young lady, be careful with your words," Seeing that his dinner was about to fly away, the old man frowned disapprovingly at the woman who had disrupted...0