A week later.

The snowmelt moon is the second month of the year. As the season progresses into early spring, the morning temperature begins to warm up, the early wild cats lazily lie on the eaves of the low houses and wag their tails, while the poor people living at the bottom of the society continue to work for the day.

The morning bell in the center of the city drifts out of the window with a cloud in the sky.

Urs tilted his head half-tilted to look out of the study window, then shifted his eyes back to the table in front of him, the inked quill in hand as he had done the evening after clearing the Labyrinth of Paintings.

The abandoned house has been renovated for the first time in the last week, and the house that was rumored to be haunted in Twilight about two weeks ago has now become the following home—

Location: Abandoned Empty House

Address: The southeast corner edge of the Slum of Twilight

Rating: ☆

Scale: Extremely small

Facilities: living room x1, bedroom x1, kitchen x1, study x1

Synopsis: Lifted from the demon's curse and renovated to a certain extent, this former Ranger Lodge seems to have finally shed its shabby appearance from the shackles of the Great Malaysia and has become a decent wooden house in the slums, though still a little cramped for a team.

As the group had grown to four, Urs had to give up the only bedroom in the cottage to the two ladies, Thea and Jay, while he and Gloriden, one young and one old, would sleep on the floor of the study and living room.

For the past week, Twilight has been calm, or rather superficial.

The addition of the jays did not cause any trouble for the crowd. Miss Poet, though sensitive to her race, does not seem to mind using her wide hooded black robe to disguise her identity, and then bringing her piano sound into the dirty street taverns of the ghetto to win the applause and reward of drinkers, as well as the private admiration of many third-rate poets for her art.

She said she enjoyed the wonderful feeling, like another form of conquest, witnessing the inhabitants of the surface fall to the sound of her strings.

It's no wonder that Urs seems to be hearing rumors on the streets of the slums lately about the "black-robed piano player".

As for the other two remaining in the team, the simple and kind Wolf Ear Priest Girl seems to have been obsessed with cooking and housework in recent days, and willingly contracted the daily diet and three meals of the four members of the team, and kept the cottage that had only been simply renovated by a group of apprentice workers, so that people walked into the main door of the house and just swept into the living room with a pleasing feeling, as if they had returned home.

The so-called "home" is a word that gives it a sense of intimacy.

I have to say that if it weren't for the fact that the memory in his head was not confused, the black-haired young man would have thought that a cute professional maid had come to his squad stronghold at some point.

And she is also a sensible and obedient beast-eared soft girl...... Uh, ahem!

The topic is back on track -

As for the diplomatic work of the team, the experienced old thief Gloleden took care of these tedious things in an orderly manner.

Urs's fame has gradually spread among adventurers since his victory in the guild duel with the leader of the Red Scorpion Regiment, Dambert, and his status as a slave knight belonging to the Golden Warbler Empire has forced most of the people who are optimistic about him to remain on the sidelines for the time being, and a small number of scattered adventurers who are willing to defect to his command have also come to the abandoned empty house in a week's time.

Gloriden spent most of his time vetting Urs' would-be defectors to join the team – but the results were unfortunate, as the group of followers who were willing to believe in the young were still just a bunch of crappy "comedians".

Urs remembered that before Grohledon joined, a confident young swordsman had volunteered to cut his wrist with a simple sword drawing in front of him and Thea, causing Thea, who was present at the time, to perform a small healing spell to treat his wound.

This time, one of the rookie adventurers that Grohledon personally vetted was even funnier - it might be hard to believe to say, but you can't imagine why he, as a trainee ranger, would choose a compound longbow that he couldn't pull away as his primary weapon, and how nervous he would be to put the sharp end of the arrow on the bowstring in the direction of his heart.

Warnes is on top, the last farce was a wrist-cutting performance, what kind of fame is going to be made this time? Reverse archery? Tribute to that who, who, who?

For these guys, Urs was 100% sure that his team didn't need them, and he didn't dare to ask for them.

It's a pity that serious adventurers with a little strength still seem to be afraid of the special brand pattern on his neck, after all, everyone knows the truth of self-preservation, and not everyone dares to touch the political vortex of the empire.

All in all, the planned process of recruiting further elite players has been largely hampered again.

But there was also good news, such as a few minutes later when the old thief pushed the door into the study and reached out to slap a contract slip in front of the young man.

The list was signed by an auction house in the city's business district.

"Isn't this a notice from the auction house?" Urs closed the adventure journal and picked up the paper contract, "That magic katana has finally been sold?" ”

The magic katana he mentions naturally refers to the +2 enchanted weapon called "Orokanshut's Blade" obtained in the painting labyrinth.

"Yes, as you wish."

The brown-haired old man seemed to be trotting back from outside the house. He gasped out of his mouth and snapped his fingers with great interest: "The buyer of that Oriental knife is said to be a rich man who likes to collect weapons. Guess how much our stuff sold? ”

"What's there to guess, isn't it all written on this piece of paper?" The young man smiled casually.

Then, he moved the paper in his hand to his eyes to examine it carefully, and the expression on his face slowly froze.

“……”

"How's it going, are you tempted?" Gloriden rested his elbows on the top of his desk, grinning and raising an eyebrow.

“…… To say that my heart is not fluctuating at all is a complete liar. Urs pursed his lips, gently biting the tip of his tongue to remind himself that he was not dreaming, and raised his head to look into the old thief's eyes, "So, when will this money be withdrawn from the guild?" ”

"Afternoon." "The head of the auction house told me that they would pack the money before we went in the afternoon, and that there would be no additional charges for the delivery during the process. ”

"Very good, then let's go to the business district in the afternoon, and that's it."

Urs clapped his hands, set the team's schedule for the near future, motioned to Gloleiden to remember to bring the contract paper on the table with him, and then put away his adventure journal and walked out of the study of the hut to inform Thea, who was cleaning the living room, about this.

As he got up to leave, the sunlight outside the window fell on the black and white page at an oblique angle, reflecting a string of bright numbers and unit symbols.

4000 gold

……