Adventurer Association, Hall.
Xia Nan guarded the money bag at his waist and squeezed through the crowd in front of him.
The faint scent of blood mixed with the decaying stench from the Mist Forest, the light friction of metal armor clashing in the jostling, and heavily accented Universal Language from who knows where on the continent...
Carrying dual swords on his back and wearing two layers of armor, he would attract more than a few glances walking down the street in any ordinary small town on the continent.
But in the current Adventurer Association, it was nothing out of the ordinary.
Walking on a tightrope, keeping company with countless dangerous and deadly demons.
Doing everything possible to enhance combat power, to maximize the probability of returning alive.
Things like appearance, elegance, demeanor... were all trivial.
For adventurers, survival is the foundation of everything.
Struggling out of the crowd, Xia Nan took a breath.
