That day, after finishing his morning training, Loa went to the Dawson Chamber of Commerce's local headquarters to collect the letters Bob had sent.
The steward was very respectful as he handed him a stack of letters. Everyone in the Dawson Chamber of Commerce knew that this young ninth-level warrior serving as a guest retainer had an unusual relationship with the chamber. Even headquarters had sent specific instructions about him.
Loa took the letters without opening them there and brought them back to his courtyard.
The first letter was dated June, year 9998 of the Yulan Calendar. Loa had still been in the O'Brien Empire then.
"Kid, hahaha, miss your old man? Let me tell you, with my strength now, I'm a big shot out here too. I've got to get a proper taste of the local customs."
The corners of Loa's mouth lifted slightly.
That old rascal.
He kept reading. The second letter had been sent from Ryan City. Bob said he had taken a job escorting a merchant caravan there and encountered several seventh-level magical beasts on the road. He had fought them, and although he had suffered some injuries, he had gained a great deal. The third letter came from Witt City. He said he felt the bottleneck at level seven loosening a little. With some more work, he should be able to reach the threshold of level eight.
Starting with the fourth letter, his tone grew noticeably excited.
"Kid! I'm getting ready to head into the Magical Beast Mountain Range to temper myself and train..."
Loa's hand stopped turning the letters. The Magical Beast Mountain Range.
He put the letter down and opened the next one.
"I've come out. Near the border, I spotted a suspicious group escorting several large wagons. The cargo was covered up