Hearing a voice from nearby, Hao Ren turned his head and found that it was Becky, whom he had met once before.
The young mercenary was coming out through another door of the garrison office, several sheets of paper clutched in her hand as if she had just finished some paperwork. The moment she saw Hao Ren, she ran over excitedly. "Hey! I thought I was seeing things. Why are you still here? You left without a word a few days ago—I've never seen anyone with such a temper. Did you really teleport away just because of a music box?"
Before Hao Ren could say anything, the freckled soldier leading the way asked curiously, "Miss Becky, you know them?"
"Uh, they're all with him? How did their group get bigger in just a few days..." Becky looked at the people beside Hao Ren in surprise. "I only know this one. He's a mage. During a teleportation experiment, he flew over to the grasslands and fell out of the sky. He hit his head, too. Oh, and he still owes me a music box..."
"Could you stop bringing up the head injury?" Hao Ren was nearly defeated by the girl's ironclad, stubborn mind. "I really didn't hit my head! And I brought you a music box this time..."
Seeing that the two really did know each other, the freckled soldier visibly relaxed. He did not want to take a group of unfamiliar foreign mages through the registration process, since it involved a great deal of paperwork and he would also have to write a report. He immediately explained the situation to Becky. "Looks like your mage friend didn't learn his lesson—and has gotten even worse. They all came here because of a teleportation accident. They suddenly appeared at the busiest intersection