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Ron was walking alone through the city of Fees, the capital. It was past 11pm, and while people who had been enjoying the calm of the night were rushing home, he walked alone through the alleys of the city. As the taverns, which had been bustling with people, began to close and darkness began to grow here and there, he came across a shop. There was indeed a shop there, but the shutters on the windows were closed and there was no shop name under the eaves. He went around to the back of the shop, which at first glance looked like it was closed or went up of business, and knocked once on the back door. Then, after a while, he knocked again. Then, he heard an angry voice from inside the shop. "What's going on in the middle of the night? We're still getting ready to open." The man's low, hushed voice was a little far away, and at least he didn't appeared to be right behind the door.

Ron stepped away from the door and called out to the other side of the door. "Too bad, I wanted to find the jackpot, but I guess I'm not lucky yet?"

"...Not at all, sir. Just push that door and good luck will come your way." The voice on the other side of the door muttered simply.

Ron pushed the door with his palms wide open. Then it slid to the side. Ron quietly and quickly went inside. The door slid shut again behind him. It was a small room, dimly lit, with many boxes stacked against the wall. Ron silently crossed the room, opened the door he could see at the back of the room, and went inside. The room was bright. It was dazzling to eyes accustomed to the dark, but Ron didn't show the slightest sign of his mind he turned his attention to the man who rose from his chair.

The man made no attempt to hide his happy expression and made a welcoming gesture Ron. "Welcome, sir. It's been a while."

"Oh, Quinn," Ron replied simply. "You look healthy too."

After greetings, they sat down at a table in the center of the room. The room was filled with miscellaneous items, but the man whom Ron called Quinn pulled out a mechanical kettle and a mug from between the luggage and quickly prepared tea.

"I was a bit surprised by that method of communication." Quinn's lips twisted and he laughed, but it wasn't a sarcastic laugh, and he gave the impression of being a good person. That smile made the man seem like a nice person. "I never thought the message would be sent on, to used the spirit of  wind."

The message sent to this man, Quinn, late yesterday afternoon came on the wind. It was just a piece of paper folded in four that fell precisely in front of him from the sky, and when he hesitated to pick it up in surprise, the piece of paper floated in the air until he picked it up. He had received various orders from Ron before, but this was the first time he had received such a method of communication.

"It just had something I could use for an urgent matter," Ron muttered simply, and did not continue. This man was an old familiar person of Ron's, but there was no need to go into detail about how he did it this time. As this was a temporary measure, and it had not be something he could use in the future.

"By the way, about that matter. Report back to me what you know so far." Ron's tone sounded like be sure that Quinn can already have a grasp of something. Quinn grinned.

"Master, Is the hero of the continent returning to Rowoon?" Quinn said, putting his hand on his chest of shirt. A subspace pocket appeared from the inside of his shirt, and he took out a stack of papers from it. "Well, a few stories have come up. One of them has disappeared, though."

Ron's expression didn't change as he listened, but he clicked his tongue inwardly at the words 'one has disappeared.'

Quinn watched Ron's reaction, but without hesitation he laid out the stack of papers in front of them. "As you know, master, stories come up all the time. But when it comes to someone as skilled as the one in the message, it's only a limited number of them."

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