Main World, City of Korhal.
Looking at the filthy tent before him, the man's face showed an uncontrollable disgust.
"Are you sure we really need to cooperate with these people?"
"Shut up, it's what the higher-ups want. Just do your job."
Upon hearing the man's complaint, an old man dressed as a coachman quietly reprimanded him, even though they appeared to be in a master-servant relationship, it actually seemed to be the other way around.
"Don't talk too much, don't meddle, just do what you're supposed to do. Understand?"
"Alright."
After the Old Coachman's reminder, the man sneered and stepped forward, pulling aside the tent flap in one swift motion.
"———!"
A warm stench enveloped him, and for a moment, the man felt as if he had plunged head-first into elephant dung. He had to summon all his willpower to barely prevent himself from vomiting. Nonetheless, the man still reached out to grab a handkerchief and covered his mouth before entering the tent.
"Hehehe, welcome."