Wraith Attack

Sifa knew this girl. He had seen her yesterday in the ticket hall at Bansy Harbor when he arrived at Damir Port. Back then, she had curiously sized him up. He remembered that she had two male companions, but neither was anywhere to be seen now. Her shoes were covered in mud and grass blades, and she looked as though she had just returned from the rainforest.

At sea, many adventurers ventured deep into colonial islands and entered all kinds of uncharted rainforests in search of abandoned, forgotten temples or altars. Such places often contained gold and jewels once offered to ancient gods.

If they were lucky enough to stumble across one, becoming rich overnight was hardly unusual.

But those places held countless dangers, and many adventurers had lost their lives in those ruins.

This girl had clearly run into some trouble. Perhaps both her companions were already dead.

No one in the restaurant responded to the girl. Sifa simply called over a waiter and looked at the menu.

Since one had chosen to become an adventurer, one naturally needed to be prepared to lose one's life for wealth. Things like this played out on the sea almost every day.

Especially since the girl had obviously encountered some sort of danger, anyone who wanted to respond first had to weigh their own capabilities and determine whether they could bear the risk.

Clearly, everyone in the restaurant felt they were not up to it.

As for Sifa, he still had an appointment with pirates that night and did not want to invite unnecessary trouble.

Undisguised disappointment filled the girl's eyes. She staggered to the door, pushed it open, and hurried toward another restaurant.

After dinner, Sifa arrived at Flying Fish and Wine. The moment he pushed open the door, the voices