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2:43 p.m.
Adventurer's Guild, Luxen City.
Vivian stepped into the main lobby.
She was wearing her usual attire except for one difference -- instead of a Brown Cloak, she was wearing a White Cloak. As for her weapon, she had her sword on her left hip. Meanwhile, her poleaxe, she left it back at the shared free room of the Female Dormitory.
As usual, there weren't that many people in the main lobby during this time of the day. However, every single person heard what happened yesterday and was looking at her with a surprised expression.
Vivian paid the people gawking at her no attention as she headed over to the Quest Board.
Hopefully, the Bukaroo Quest is available...
If not...
Well...
I guess I could try other Quests...
When she finally reached the Quest Board and was about to search for the Bukaroo tails, someone approached her from behind.
"V-Vivian..." a familiar voice said.
Vivian's face twisted a bit and she suppressed the urge to click her tongue before forcefully morphing her face back to a poker expression and turning around.
It was Pana.
"What?"
Pana felt a pang in her chest. Although Vivian was wearing a poker expression, her eyes and voice were cold and distant. And when she saw the White Cloak draped over Vivian's body, the pang she felt earlier only grew.
She gave a slight bow.
"Forgive me for bothering you, Honored Priestess Vivian, but the Guildmaster wants to see you."
Vivian knitted her brows.
"Now?"
Pana nodded.
"Yes. He's currently waiting inside his office."
"Why?"
"You mean, why does he want to see you?"
"What do you think?"
"It's..." Pana bit her lower lip before continuing, "It's because of a Quest and the incident yesterday."
A Quest...?
Vivian recalled what she did to the Bukaroo Tails Quest yesterday. After she signed up for the Quest, she immediately headed to the Quest Rewards counter to submit the Bukaroo Tails.
Her lips slowly curled up into a smile.
So now they're going to harass me with other shit because of the incident with that old hag and her sons...?
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Inside an office.
A burly man in his mid-50s with long brown hair and beard was sitting behind a desk. In front of him was a skinny brown-skinned man in his mid-30s sitting at one of the chairs in front of the desk.
There were two chairs in front of the desk.
"...businesses are doing good. It's not the same back when I was still active. But it's safer," the skinny man said.
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