CXLVII. Play with Him

Within the territory of Aran.

The Black Sail group had definitely settled in a hotel that night, taking the time to bathe in a hot shower and tidy up to appear more civilized and elegant, rather than looking like fugitives that would make a guard's eyes light up, seeing an opportunity for promotion.

It has to be said that adventurers can be unkempt.

But they're cleaner than pirates by an unknowable margin.

On the other hand.

Gawain had a tough night, he knew about the tunnel, but he couldn't blend in; without the token from the district boss, outsiders could forget about crossing there.

He had no choice but to make haste, using his official Heroic Level adventurer identity, to cross the border.

Naturally, those with the skills to deal with domestic Magic Beasts were very welcome, a standard entry into the country.

Gawain was rushing to the next city non-stop, continuing to track these big fish.

The next morning.

Outside the hotel.