Reinhardt pondered for a moment, having seriously considered Gojo's words.
Under the surprised gazes of the knights behind him, he took out two silver coins from his person and handed them to Gojo.
"This money should be enough for you to stay in an inn for two days and cover your meals."
"You really are a generous, good person."
Gojo gave Reinhardt a thumbs up and praised him.
Then he took the money without any hesitation.
His fingertips touched the silver coins, feeling their coldness.
He flicked his finger gently, and the silver coin spun into the air before he grabbed it in his palm.
"Thanks."
Gojo said in a light tone and waved at Reinhardt.
"I should still be here for the next two days. If you have any trouble, come find me."
Saying this, Gojo turned around and prepared to leave.
As for whether Reinhardt could find him or not, he wasn't worried in the slightest.
As the local patrol team, they must be extremely familiar with this place; with the other party's network, finding him would be a very simple matter.
Not to mention, this guy before him was a rare powerhouse.
That's right.
Even he had to admit it.
This young man, who looked to be about the same age as him, was extremely strong.
Although they hadn't fought, and hadn't had any further interaction.
However, the perception of "one's own kind" between powerhouses is still very obvious.
Gojo, who had almost stood at the pinnacle of the Jujutsu World, hadn't encountered such an existence in a very long time.
You have to know that before coming to this strange world, even some so-called veteran seniors were nothing special in his eyes.
He hadn't expected that not long after arriving in this world, he would be able to encounter such a powerhouse on the street.
For him, who was already nearly invincible in the Jujutsu World, this was truly good news.
Compared to being strong all by himself.
The existence of more powerhouses would make things feel even more interesting.
Just as Gojo took two steps, he seemed to remember something, turned back, and added a sentence to Reinhardt.
"By the way, if you encounter particularly troublesome 'monsters', like those that can't be killed and can regenerate, just come to me—I'm best at dealing with that kind of thing."
These words fell into Reinhardt's ears, making him slightly stunned.
'Regenerating monsters?'
'Is it because of the Royal Selection during this period?'
He was just about to ask further, but saw that Gojo had already waved his hand, his figure disappearing lightly into the crowd, completely devoid of the embarrassment of being "homeless on the streets" from just a moment ago.
Reinhardt watched his back, a trace of thought flashing in his blue eyes.
He could feel that Gojo was hiding powerful strength, but this strength seemed somewhat peculiar, possessing an indescribable quality.
The knights behind him were still discussing the previous episode, their eyes filled with curiosity and confusion as they looked in the direction where Gojo had disappeared.
"Sir Knight, this guy…" the guard beside him said, somewhat confused.
"Don't worry about it." Reinhardt shook his head and withdrew his gaze.
"He has no malice; he is just an interesting traveler."
Gojo walked down the street in a good mood, clutching the money he had just borrowed.
Although it wasn't much money, tonight was clearly taken care of.
Based on his impression from the day, Gojo quickly found an inn.
Gojo walked into the inn, slapped a silver coin onto the counter, and spoke in a lazy tone.
"Open up the best room for me. With the remaining money, help me pack a berry cake from that cake shop at the street corner; I want the freshest one."
The innkeeper's eyes lit up when he saw the silver coin, and he hurriedly nodded in agreement: "Alright, sir, please wait a moment!"
As the royal capital of Lugnica.
The cost of accommodation and such was naturally not low.
Although there were cheaper rooms, Gojo had no intention of compromising his own comfort.
This world was like a vacation to him; since he was out having fun, there was naturally no need to be too frugal.
Led by the innkeeper, Gojo arrived at the room.
Although it couldn't compare to modern society, it did have a touch of exotic flavor.
Gojo went to the inn's bathhouse to take a bath, then lay down on the bed feeling completely relaxed.
"According to that so-called hint, the so-called protagonist should be arriving tomorrow, right?"
"It really makes one look forward to it. Just what kind of guy can become the so-called protagonist?"
Gojo took off his Sunglasses, his clear eyes shining brightly under the lamplight.
...
The night passed without incident.
The next morning.
Gojo woke up early.
Life at Jujutsu High was occasionally busy, but overall, it was relatively leisurely for him.
Besides, today was the day the "protagonist" would arrive, so he needed to rest up and conserve his energy.
After a simple wash, Gojo went downstairs to the inn's lobby.
The innkeeper had already followed his instructions and packed a berry cake from the cake shop at the corner, along with a cup of warm milk.
Early in the morning, having a few berry cakes for breakfast, Gojo hummed a tune and started his pleasant day.
Not long after finishing breakfast, just as Gojo wiped his mouth, familiar pale blue text suddenly appeared in his vision, carrying a signature electronic texture.
[System Notification: The protagonist of this world, Natsuki Subaru, is about to arrive. The arrival location has been marked. Countdown: 10 minutes. Please prepare to welcome them, supporting character.]
What was different from before was.
This time, it wasn't just text that appeared.
In the upper right of his field of vision, there was something like a mini-map from a game, where a triangular arrow could be seen at his current location.
And not far away, there was a red dot.
If nothing went wrong, this should be the arrival point of the so-called protagonist.
"Yo, is it finally time?"
Gojo raised an eyebrow, a defiant smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.
"They even marked the location so clearly; that saves me the trouble of searching."
He stood up and began walking towards the indication on the map.
It was morning, and the streets were already bustling, just like when he had arrived yesterday.
Based on the instructions on the mini-map and his memory of wandering around yesterday, if nothing went wrong, it should be at a small square with a fountain.
Walking towards the square, Gojo passed by the fruit stall from yesterday on the way.
At that moment, the middle-aged man with the scar on his face was busy arranging fresh apples.
Gojo walked up, greeted him familiarly, then picked up an apple, wiped it off, and started eating it.
The middle-aged man heard the commotion and was preparing to greet a customer, but when he looked up, he saw that guy, Gojo.
Yesterday's events had left him with a deep impression of Gojo.