Hon asked politely.
“Do we need to be commissioned? Is there some kind of quest?”
“This won’t do. Why not take this opportunity to dispose of the unusable items?”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, let’s take this time to organize our backpacks.”
The party sold the older and used swords and armor, and then set aside ore separately. Cherished and unique items were also sold to raise the funds for hunting. It was true that the fee was a little expensive to enter a portal, but since it was for a better hunting ground, it was worth paying full price.
They came to the temple of the Matallost Church, and moved to the Embinyu fortress. It felt like at any moment something might rise up, like a bunch of skeletons from the collapsed walls and towers. Trapped into the chilly mist by the river, Hon, like his party, moved through the portal. More than 80 people were there.It was exciting to start exploring a new and dangerous dungeon so the river was full of users. Travelers who had seen the broadcasted battle hung around the river.
Mapan looked around.