"Are there any suitable teams?"
Chapton looked at the black-haired young man in front of him, a hint of surprise on his face.
"It's Hunting Day, isn't it?" Xia Nan sat on the wooden chair in front of the bar, his expression helpless. "I only found out when I went to the Association today that you need to meet the requirement of a four-person team at minimum."
"Otherwise, they won't even let you take a quest."
Through the Adventurers in the tavern, he had learned about the concept of "Hunting Day," and he had urgently gathered related information through various channels.
But time had been tight, after all, and in the end he had still slipped up on this kind of "common knowledge" that local Adventurers all knew.
"It's fine. Hunting Day has only just begun, and the vast majority of teams are still in town. It won't delay you for long."
Chapton wiped a wine cup in his hand as he offered reassurance.
Xia Nan had been staying at the tavern for so long, and had eaten almost every meal here. To Chapton, he had practically gone beyond the concept of a "regular."
The relationship between the two of them could not be called that of familiar friends, but it was far beyond others.
In truth, as the owner of White Tit Tavern, a place that saw large numbers of Adventurers coming and going all year round, it was already extremely difficult just to become familiar to him by sight.
After all, only by surviving multiple quests and earning generous rewards would someone have the confidence to spend frequently at a place like White Tit, where the average prices far exceeded those of an ordinary tavern.
And only by returning alive from Thin Mist Forest, which was filled with