That day, Shien came to the Adventurer's Guild as usual.
The moment he entered the Adventurer's Guild, Shien noticed that many adventurers immediately turned their eyes toward him, while the surrounding clamor quieted considerably.
Shien ignored it, slowly walking into the hall as though he had long since grown accustomed to it.
The adventurers around him watched Shien and began whispering among themselves.
"That newcomer is here again."
"He's been coming to the guild alone lately."
"I wonder if anyone will cause trouble for him this time."
"I definitely don't want to."
"Me neither."
As the adventurers held these private discussions, their eyes were filled with wariness when they looked at Shien. Some even looked downright terrified.
It couldn't be helped.
Recently, because of the previous incident, quite a few adventurers had come looking to make trouble for Shien.
That included the tall adventurer whom Shien had kicked flying before. The very next day, he had actually brought his entire squad, joined forces with other adventurers who disliked Shien, and blocked the entrance to wait for him.
As the saying went, the more people there were, the more complicated things became. Adventurers were practically a profession that licked blood off blades every day, so how could they possibly all have calm tempers?
Although Shien had more than once felt that this sort of routine was truly cliché, that was simply the nature of adventurers. Their profession itself was destined to produce plenty of people who would not behave themselves.
But since Shien clearly understood such routines, why would he follow one?
So, in order to avoid trouble, some of the methods Shien used had utterly terrified all the adventurers.
Take the incident mentioned above. It was as though Shien had anticipated it beforehand. The next day, just as the fierce-looking