Crowne walked out of the guild without looking back. The noisy voices inside the building could still be faintly heard, but he didn't care.
He kept walking, passing through the streets of Doomsty City, a place he had just visited for the first time.
"If I'm not wrong, it should be to the south," he muttered softly while looking at the sloping road ahead.
He walked past several shops that were beginning to close. Lamps along the street started to light up, illuminating the road.
The situation was calm, but Crowne's heart was not. He was still annoyed about what happened at the guild earlier.
"Damn it. This makes me…"
Tap!
Someone tapped Crowne's shoulder from behind.
Reflexively, Crowne turned around and grabbed the person's wrist. In an instant, his eyes turned sharp, the same look he had when he cut the receptionist's knife earlier.
