'One month.' Yeon-woo took the pocket watch out of his pocket and gazed at the watch face. The watch was still shabby and stained, its hour hand still fixed at twelve just like it had when he’d first received it. The only difference was that it was now trembling slightly, which meant that it was winding itself little by little. ‘That should be enough.’ 

Yeon-woo put the pocket watch back in his pocket and hung the Magic Bayonet on his waist. ‘Incidentally…’ His eyes became introspective as his keen senses scanned the surrounding area. 'I’ve got so many players on my tail.' A group of people had started following him soon after he left the smithy. 'Fifteen? No, seventeen.' 

Yeon-woo expanded his cognitive reach to its fullest extent to determine the location of his pursuers. ‘Are they after my rewards? Or maybe they’re here to threaten me.’ It seemed like both. Since they were moving separately in groups of five or six, it didn’t seem like they were from the same clan. 

They were just small fries and wouldn’t be a threat even if they ambushed him at the same time....