"Selling whiskey! Come 'ere, you bastards!"
"Free alcohol here!"
"Join the never-ending money church! The entrance fee is only 100 Trell!"
The stroll through the city was pretty lively, and he could definitely feel that adventurous energy from the people here.
This city reminded him of the usual fantasy cities he saw in the MMORPG games he used to play way back when. The cherry on top would probably be an adventurers' guild, but there's no way something like that—
"Come register at the adventurers' guild! We're trying to overtake the mercenary guild!"
Seems like I missed the mark on that one, Rael thought with a chuckle and continued on ahead.
His strength had returned a fair deal since he left his house, and by now, he was sure his strength was pretty much at the peak of what this body could offer.
Rather, he was probably one meal away from reaching his peak condition.
