Inside the tavern, a group of people were joyfully praising each other. Most of them used to be ordinary people, and their work burden made them almost like old folks.
All along, their lives had lost hope, yet the law ironically prohibited suicide; even if they died, they could be revived within a certain period. Reviving ordinary people is much easier than reviving adventurers, after all.
Ultimately, everyone was worked to death, but now, finally, they are liberated.
"Hahaha, I must say, our city lord is indeed a good person. Without the city lord, our fate would be predictable."
"Yes, yes, who would have thought I'd have a day I could finally be freed? It's wonderful."
Everyone raised their glasses to celebrate the day they gained liberation. Although they haven't entirely escaped their work, they now have some time to rest, allowing them to do something else or recuperate.
