“Heh heh, you little rascal. You have to burn ten transport parties. Is that not simple? Yes, five or six transport parties will appear around here every day, except there’s an inconvenience: they are quite far away from one another, but they depart at the same time. You’ll probably have to stay here for a few days.”

Old Man Fang’s sleazy voice could be heard from the pearl. Blue Maple’s face immediately turned black when he heard that he could possibly be stuck here for a few days.

“Don’t be sad, you little rascal. This is something that you’ll have to go through at some point. This is the game’s main path, and eradicating the Demon race is the main objective in the end. Even if you leave society and live in seclusion somewhere in the wilderness, there’s still a possibility that the flames of war will spread to where you’re living in. Every corner of the continent was a battlefield for the great war one thousand years ago, and nobody could stand alone.”

Old Man Fang’s tone sounded like he was still joking around, but he was definitely more serious than usual.

“Alright. The pearl will inform you when there are transport parties around the area. One more thing: there could occasionally be demon scouts around the area. You should be careful, and not think about trying to kill them. Otherwise… heh heh.”

Old Man Fang recovered his usual personality...