Half a year later, with the annual exchange event beginning, beings from all over Purgatory poured into Purgatory City.
Upon arriving in the city, the veterans suddenly spotted a new shop.
"Shadow Hunter Pavilion?"
"What kind of is this?"
"Maybe it's an individual shop?"
"Impossible. Look at the shop's exterior; it's comparable to the top guilds."
The crowd discussed as they approached the shop.
"It should be a low-level shop. Look, it doesn't even have a steward," a man said, noticing that no one was greeting them.
"Maybe the shop is still closed."
"No, look, there is a person in front," a man said, seeing Maximus.
"Then let's go. What's this shop selling?"
Inside, it didn't look like much.
Besides a grand interior, there wasn't even anything for sale.
They wondered if this was a service shop or something.
"Hello, are you the shopkeeper here?"
"Yes, I'm the owner and the shopkeeper of the Shadow Hunter Pavilion," Maximus casually nodded.
