They had spent several days working as adventurers in Old Kishirisu City.
For the Saviors, every day was an efficient session of "grinding points."
They had Cui Ciyou's mental perception, which let him survey the battlefield like a god looking down from above.
And Rujierd's innate racial talent, which rivaled top-tier Tracking Magic.
Any task involving searching or tracking became as easy as reaching into a pocket.
On top of that, Alice and Sylphy's teamwork in combat grew more practiced with each day of actual fighting.
The Saviors had successfully raised their party rank from its initial F all the way to D.
These days, they mainly accepted requests such as:
Clearing out small groups of monsters;
Gathering specific materials in dangerous areas;
Or providing escorts over short distances.
Although the rewards were still modest, they could at least earn Iron Coins steadily now.
Their finances had gradually improved from barely scraping by to having a little breathing room.
One evening, Cui Ciyou and the others finished a request to "gather rock lizard scales" in the stone forest outside the city.
When they returned to the inn, dusty and exhausted,
They unexpectedly spotted a familiar, anxious figure at the entrance.
It was the blind elderly Demonfolk woman they had helped a few days earlier.
"Adventurers!"
Hearing their footsteps, the old woman immediately came toward them, her voice choked with sobs.
Her deeply lined face was filled with helplessness and fear.
"Please... please, help me again!"
"My Little Black... my Little Black... is missing again!"
"Little Black is missing again?"
Cui Ciyou was the first to frown at her words.
"What's she saying, Ciyou?"
Alice tugged at Cui Ciyou's sleeve, asking him to translate.
After Cui Ciyou briefly explained, Alice immediately cried out in disbelief:
"What?... That stupid cat's gone missing