"You're an idiot, you think they'd give that kind of thing to you? They all go back to the inland to find acquaintances."
A grim-faced adventurer spit with disdain.
"Sounds easy, but if it's really tough stuff, you might not live long enough to take it back inland."
The intelligence officer said coldly.
"Who the fuck do you think you're looking down on?"
This adventurer and his brothers picked up their knives, ready to cut someone.
Celeste clicked her tongue.
She needed to show off a combination of literary and military skills, to attract Liszt's attention—a professional team capable of handling both paperwork and combat, who wouldn't love that?
Beneath her tight clothing, Celeste's iron boots stomped hard, crushing a rock the size of a ball into several pieces; then, with a flick of her toes, the shards hovered mid-air; her seemingly delicate arms grabbed them all in one swift motion.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
