Several carriages with different mounts appeared in his sight.
Some carriages showed luxury through their sizes, the materials they were made from, and the strong and healthy beasts tied to them.
The other carriages were poorly made and their sizes were barely big enough for the goods and a few passengers. As for the beasts that were supposed to pull them, he couldn't help but look at them with pity.
'Am I hallucinating or am I really seeing a donkey skinnier than my past homeless self?'
Would it harm that merchant to feed their donkey properly? What stingy merchants.
'Anyway, this isn't my problem. My client is supposed to be rich enough to have three carriages.'
Dante walked toward the merchants and started searching for his client, holding the quest paper to see the picture of the client.
"Shadow Dancer, over here!"
Suddenly, Dante heard someone calling him by his title. His gaze fell on a middle-aged man waving to him with a wide smile. He was the man on the quest.
