Milishion, capital of the Millis Holy Country.
Travel-weary, the members of the Saviors party led their horses into the city renowned for its pure white splendor and sanctity.
"Say, Ciyou,"
Kishirika Nucadia, the monkey-faced Demonfolk man, began in a somewhat slick tone,
"Where are we heading first? Should we find a stable for the horses, or an inn to stay at?"
Cui Ciyou glanced at the freestanding stables along the street, marked with horseshoe signs;
then he looked at the attendant welcoming guests outside a nearby inn and was about to speak.
Keith beat him to it, wagging a finger smugly.
"Heh, I forgot to tell you. Millis isn't like other places."
"Here, you just need to find an inn that looks decent."
With an expression that said, You should listen to a professional like me more often, he explained,
"The inns in the Millis Holy Country are the only ones in the world that offer the thoughtful service of taking care of both their guests' luggage and their horses. It's a specialty they take pride in, and the reason they charge such steep rates."
"I see." Cui Ciyou understood.
After settling in and handing their horses over to the inn's attendants, everyone gathered around the wooden table in their room.
Cui Ciyou spread out the detailed map Keith had drawn and tapped lightly on the Millis Holy Country with a fingertip.
"Millis has the second most valuable currency in the world, behind only the Asla Kingdom,"
he mused. "The rewards for jobs here should be considerably higher than on the Demon Continent or in the Dragon King Kingdom, where we're heading next."
"We can take on a few more high-level jobs here and earn enough for our travel expenses before returning to the Central Continent."
Keith immediately nodded in