A corner of Dawn Town.
Roger strolled along a cobblestone path, facing the morning breeze.
Roger was in a pretty good mood.
When the hunting target was Johnny Turtle, the gargoyle's killing efficiency was somewhat lacking.
But it had still earned him five years of lifespan over the course of last night.
The key wasn't the quantity.
It was the joy of lying down and collecting interest!
And on his way here today.
Roger's ostentatious display of bringing a gargoyle through town had also attracted plenty of attention.
Before long, everyone would know that a newcomer with a gargoyle had arrived in town.
This fit perfectly with Roger's plan to show off a little of his strength while concealing his trump cards.
With a powerful magical beast like a gargoyle as his servant, most people would probably mistake him for a warlock or mage.
A few might guess that he had a ranger's foundation.
Only once they truly fought him would they discover that this guy was actually a Martial Artist!
As for his true hidden class, Hidden Hero...
Only the dead knew.
After crossing a wide road and turning two more times.
Roger finally arrived at his destination.
The ground ahead rose slightly.
Under the sunlight stood rows of tightly packed low houses.
People came and went outside them, making the place almost as busy as the Information Exchange District.
This was the "Public Affairs District."
It was where the officials handled public affairs.
Needless to say, this novel administrative system also came from Alan.
It was said that, if one was lucky, one might run into Alan himself working in one of the low houses.
Roger walked over.
When he passed the Lord's House, he deliberately slowed his steps.
"Looks like my luck isn't very good."
Seeing