The private job appointment was scheduled for Thursday, which was today.
Lord Nolan and Mr. Mittens arrived via a sleek luxury hovercraft, and both the Earl and the Lynx had to do a double take after disembarking.
For there it was, in the middle of a relatively large clearing.
It was the look.
The look of utter poverty.
"..."
"…"
The building, if one could call it that, stood with all the grace of a collapsed tin case and the charm of an overworked warehouse.
Granted, for it to be a warehouse, it actually had to be big enough to fit things.
But how would that even be possible when this was barely a shack?
And if anything, the new and neat signboard that said "Dungeon Guardians Guild" highlighted the disparity even more.
Was it leaning?
Yes. Yes, it was.
To his horror, a hinge creaked, almost sending him back into the hovercraft to return to Planet Nolan.
But he had to steel himself because Mr. Mittens decided to walk forward.
