At dawn, the Royal Capital of Elorcia awoke from its slumber.
Jeming changed into a simple mercenary's everyday clothes and walked out of the mansion alone.
Sunlight pierced through the thin mist, casting golden patches of light on the densely packed houses. The sounds of children's laughter, vendors' shouts, and horses' hoofbeats intertwined into a symphony full of vitality.
Looking at the lively scene before him, Jeming couldn't help but sigh, "Ah... finally, I don't have to act foolish over there anymore..."
The past few days hadn't been easy for Jeming. Under the deliberate guidance of the three mission leaders, the negotiations typically ended in arguments every day.
Occasionally, when luck was bad, things would escalate to brawls.
The dwarfs seemed drunk during negotiations, yet when it came to fighting, their spirits were even more intense than the beastmen's.
