A huge corkboard was nailed to one wall, covered with all sorts of parchment task lists. From finding lost pets to hunting dangerous magic beasts, from escorting caravans to exploring ruins, it had everything.
Quite a few people gathered around the task board, pointing at the notices and discussing them in low voices.
Li Chen unobtrusively took a seat at an empty table near a corner. From there, he could just hear the conversation of several mercenaries at the next table who looked experienced and gave off powerful auras.
He ordered a mug of the most ordinary ale but did not drink it. He merely held the cold earthenware mug, looking like a weary traveler resting, while in truth all his attention was focused on the conversation beside him.
There were four people at that table, three men and one woman.
One burly man with a savage knife scar across his face took a hefty swig, wiped his mouth, and said, "The Wind Whisperer Family is really spending a fortune this time. They're buying Riftwind Demon Wolf crystal cores at a high price-as many as we can get! Who knows what they need them for, but they're desperate for them. Boys, once we finish this job, we'll have enough to live it up for a while!"
The Wind Whisperer Family he spoke of was a well-respected half-elf lineage in Silverglow City, renowned for producing outstanding archers and enchanters.
It was said that this world had no pure-blooded members of the Elf Race, only half-elves.
Another man, lean and sharp-eyed, shook his head and sighed. "I won't be going with you this time. I took a private job as a guard, escorting a shipment to the Corridor of Sighs."
"What?! The Corridor of Sighs?!" The moment he finished speaking, the other