"Captain, we've got another fat sheep picking up our commission."
Outside Dawn City, a shifty-eyed fellow sidled up to the burly man roasting meat at the camp and fawned, "That Ferryman trick really works wonders."
"Hmph, those boatmen always take the lion's share of everything. Sooner or later, I'll take their place."
"Oh definitely, Captain, you'll be the Ferryman on the Nether River in no time."
The burly man took a bite of his roast. "So, where's this sheep? Has he come yet?"
"Already here. I'll go fetch him over."
"Go on, let's see just how fat this one is."
The shifty-eyed subordinate scurried out, craning his neck and repeatedly contacting the adventurer via the spell ring who had accepted the commission.
It wasn't long before he saw a tall figure approaching.
Something about this person felt off and awkward, but he greeted enthusiastically anyway.
"Hello, I'm Fei Qi, the one who posted the commission. Are you the adventurer Lord Miller Deville?"
