260. FACELESS DEMON

Sitting on the black table illuminated by the yellow lamp beside him, Noah stared quizically at a golden sheet of paper featuring a map that led towards a particular area in the city. Thanks to the map provided by the guild, Noah was able to understand that the position of the place on the paper was a spot outside of his region.

Beneath the diagram was a letter addressing him in a commanding tone, for he was required to answer the call of the individual speaking. And even his guild mark tingled at the sight of the red stamp at the bottom. The stamp being the crest of the guild forced Noah to acknowledge the authenticity of the letter. The black book had spoken about the official stamp of the guild, and what he lay on the paper was it.

'I barely know my way around this region and I'm already required to visit the central one,' Noah thought staring at the golden paper.