Not long after Abel left, Ryman and the others arrived at the study under Beryl's lead.
"You're all here. You've only had a few easy days, but you're about to get busy again. No problem with that, right?"
Seeing them arrive, Nord stood from behind his desk and walked over to the map beside him. He had drawn it over the past few idle days. Since the map's range had expanded considerably last time, Nord had redrawn it according to the system map and discarded the previous sketch.
Hearing Nord's words, Marco and Reed exchanged glances. They both saw joy and excitement in each other's eyes, while Ryman remained calm and said in a deep voice:
"Lord Nord, please give us any task you have."
"Yes, yes, Lord Nord. I'll follow your arrangements."
"Same here."
After Ryman spoke, Reed and Marco also voiced their positions. However, the anticipation and excitement in their eyes made it clear that they longed more for fresh, interesting tasks than repetitive work.
Nord pondered for a moment, considering how to arrange things before he slowly spoke.
"Marco, you'll be responsible for trade with Distant Mountain Stronghold from now on. Set out tomorrow. Since you don't know the route, Ryman will take you there once tomorrow. After that, you'll handle it yourself. Old Mor is still at Distant Mountain Stronghold, and I'm sure he'll help you if you run into any difficulties."
Marco nodded excitedly and patted his chest as he promised Nord that he would complete the task. Ryman merely nodded calmly, indicating that there would be no problems. That left Reed alone. Having heard no assignment for himself, Reed became flustered. Was he supposed to stay in the village and grow yams again? His eyes filled with grievance.
Nord saw Reed's reaction clearly. Seeing