[Rock Dragon] had looked over the map, but it had only remembered the direction. Once they had confirmed their bearing, they set off.
Not long after their departure, Dark Demon, reclining in his chair, began to feel drowsy. He realized he was gradually settling into the rhythm of things.
At around two in the afternoon, he happened upon some adventurers fleeing from magical beasts. He lent them a little help, contributing his share to the holy Knights' plan.
Then, close to dusk, he encountered two adventurers unconscious by the roadside. Out of the goodwill of doing good deeds without seeking recognition, he casually healed them.
When the two adventurers woke, all they saw was [Rock Dragon]'s enormous tail.
This time, it was not until eight in the evening that Dark found the third waystation.
The third waystation lay deeper in, and its defenses were even tighter than those of the second.
While he was still some distance from the third waystation, Dark was approached by one of its guards.
He showed his token and followed the guard into the waystation, saving himself some time searching for the way.
By pure coincidence, the third waystation was also holding an auction. Dark had always felt that holding auctions at night was a terrible idea. After all, visibility was better during the day, making it easier to catch anyone who grabbed an auction item and ran.
Even the adventurers themselves could not deny that there were plenty among their ranks with exceptionally poor character.
Nothing those particular adventurers did would surprise anyone.
So why not hold the auction during the day? Surely it was not because the night made it easier to stir up people's desires?
When Dark arrived at the auction grounds, countless "desires" came rushing toward him.
He paused slightly and