Swaying casually, Andrew quickly found the "adventurer service center" mentioned by the Guard Commander on the top floor. It was a long counter staffed by four human girls dressed in uniforms. On the opposite side of the counter, there were four neatly aligned chairs. At that moment, only the far-left chair was occupied, with four leather-clad adventurers standing nearby—seemingly members of a mercenary group handling registration procedures.
The other three chairs were empty, and their corresponding human girls were chatting away, laughing cheerfully. "Giggling non-stop."
"Hi, hello." Andrew sat on the far-right chair and said, "I'd like to register a mercenary group. Could you tell me what I need to do?"
"You... Hello, it's simple! You can just register with us." The girl inside the counter turned red in an instant.
