The journey to Adlock, the Adventurer Capital, aboard the airship lasted two days and one night, much slower than expected.
Fortunately, Ivette had finally bought first-class tickets this time. Lucia, now a student, could also accept her teacher buying her ticket without feeling guilty, so the experience was not too bad—there was even a touch of leisure to it.
On the afternoon of the second day, accompanied by a deep whistle, the airship slowly descended. Through the porthole, Adlock—the city known as the Adventurer Capital—gradually came into view below.
This place was entirely unlike Truth City, with its somewhat steampunk atmosphere. It was a world of stone and wood. Towering walls were piled from massive boulders, their weathered surfaces covered in mottled scars. Stepped streets were packed with buildings topped by sloping roofs, exposed wooden beams, and mostly narrow windows.
The airship landing ground was located on the outskirts of the city. The moment the cabin door opened, a thick stench rushed at them—either beast droppings left uncleared nearby, or the smell of rotting food. The distant streets were not broad, paved with uneven stone slabs. Adventurers of every sort moved through them: dwarves carrying massive swords, rangers draped in cloaks, and half-orc laborers pulling rickshaws.
"So this is the Adventurer Capital? It's so different from Truth City." Lucia, dressed like an ordinary ranger, walked out with Ivette and looked around.
The sight was not actually unfamiliar to Lucia. After all, she had visited Autumnwind City near her village several times before.
But after spending a semester in Truth City, the most advanced city in the entire Eastern Continent—even the entire Mortal Realm—she had grown accustomed to its environment. Returning to a city that seemed to have regressed to the Middle Ages naturally brought an enormous sense of disparity, like