Captain Lerkeion the Menace

Jezar City—one of the smallest cities in the southwest of the globe, situated beside a desert and an ocean on two sides.

It had barely 100,000 people in it.

"Good, this city is indeed small enough for us to properly start the formation."

Larke and 25 other figures in hoods and cloaks arrived at the city's central plaza.

The number of total rats increased by a few.

"How long before the auction starts?" Lerke asked as he turned to rats, his arms crossed.

"One hour, sir."

Nearby, the two city enforcers saw the hooded figures and frowned as they approached them.

"Who are you?"

"Show your faces and ID, please."

Lerke turned to the duo and removed his hood before grinning at them.

His eyes glowed, and a bronze-black neo-beam unleashed.

Both GAA enforcers were equipped with magic shield devices and reinforced uniforms that could block a few attacks from Gold-rank Adventurers.