May 20, nine in the morning.
The square outside the Adventurers' Guild in Kexiu City was packed.
Most of the people there, however, were not professionals taking part in the mission.
The outer rings of the crowd had come to watch. The city's residents had seen plenty, but the gathering of so many high-level professionals still thrilled them—and sparked countless rumors.
The reason for their excitement was simple: when else would they get to see so many professionals at once?
Even the least experienced among them were third- or fourth-level warriors. Many were fifth-level prospective nobles. Rumor had it there was even a Tenth Level Druid and an Eleventh Level archbishop. Were these people ordinary residents could expect to meet?
Even if they did meet them, they might not recognize them.
Word of the Adventurers' Guild's mission had spread from resident to resident. By the morning of the twenty-fourth, nearly everyone living near the guild had come to watch.
"Hey, what do you think they've gathered here to do?" The speaker was a woman pushing a snack cart. She was not fond of gossip for its own sake, but news drew customers over to hear it, and they would usually buy a snack while they were there.
Everyone had to make a living. It wasn't easy!
People knew that elite professionals had gathered, but ordinary residents like them had no way of learning the mission's details. They were all curious.
They had heard that the mission would bring together the finest professionals in the county. Anyone without pressing business had come to look on.
"Who knows? But judging by this turnout, maybe they're off to wipe out Demons somewhere again. What else in the county would take this many people?" A middle-aged man approached the snack seller with a smile,