Black Stone Kingdom,
Capital City.
Jake was in front of a normal sized building that had a ton of guards in front. And these guards were not NPCs who could actively harm players. They were players themselves.
The only reason that they existed here was that not everyone could get their hands on NPC guards.
"To think that they could actually afford one of these buildings. Looks like Horace might have bought so many coins and traded them at a bank at an unfavorable rate just so that they could have an advantage. Well, these companies are willing to do anything to get an advantage, aren't they." Jake chuckled.
He glanced at the players who were walking around, checking each and every person who was entering the place.
"Such an extravagance. They should know that having players as guards is such a stupid move. After all, the players will be jailed the moment that they harm another player in a city." Jake thought to himself as he was stopped by one of these players.
