The small incident at the "Glass Oar" Tavern did not affect the activity's continuation.
For several hours, Xia Nan and the other three sat around a dining table, drinking alcohol and herbal tea, ordering a few plates of snacks, and passing the time in idle conversation.
It was worth mentioning that, being professional adventurers, they all possessed extraordinary physical constitutions.
The few bottles of watered-down wine had no effect on their bodies whatsoever. There was no chance of them getting drunk.
To a certain extent, the so-called fine wine was nothing more than water with a hint of alcohol to them. It would not delay their actions later.
By the time Xia Nan and the others arrived at Central Plaza, it was already surrounded by adventurers. Some were participants who, like them, had passed the first event, while others were simply passersby who had come to watch the excitement.
The crowd surged shoulder to shoulder, forming a vast, jumbled mass. The air was filled with a roar created by countless overlapping discussions.
"Everyone, please be quiet."
The middle-aged man named Flynn, who wore a goatee, was still dressed in the exquisite formalwear from that morning.
At that moment, he stood on a temporary wooden platform erected in the center of the plaza and spoke loudly.
He was clearly a professional as well. Even without straining to shout, his voice still overpowered the buzzing of the crowd.
It was as though he had used some invisible loudspeaker. His slightly stern voice echoed through the air above the plaza.
What was somewhat strange was that, whether because of the event organizer's prestige or because his voice contained some special power or technique, the adventurers below—whose bywords were usually "disorder" and "chaos"—actually quieted down after Flynn's shout. There were still plenty of whispers,