After their visit to the café, they wandered through the city once again.

  They walked aimlessly through the streets, none of them quite sure where to go next.

  While the others didn’t want to discuss the stories they had just learned, San had another idea to break the ice.

  "What do you guys think about that burglar?

  Do you really think we’ll have to deal with him already?"

  The others slowly looked up.

  "I don’t think so.

  We’re still just recruits.

  There’s no way they’ll send us on a chase for some thief...

  ...especially if he didn’t even steal anything."

  The others nodded in agreement.

  "But then why would Munkan even tell us about him?"

  "Maybe he just wanted to keep us in the loop?

  The narrative has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident.

  Who knows.

  He’s a strange old man, obsessed with history.

  I doubt he’s all there anymore."

  The others simply nodded.

  "Maybe you’re right.

  Maybe I’m just hoping for too much..."

  "Yeah, definitely.

  Why would a bunch of recruits with no real combat experience or Nyd abilities just suddenly get assigned some special mission and become heroes?

  San, I think you’re still a few years behind in development."

  The others laughed.

  He did too.

  For a moment, it was as if they had forgotten the events of the museum.

  At least, for now...

  Suddenly, they passed by an interesting building.

  They had wandered to the outskirts of the city without even realizing it.

  They had drifted off more than they thought.

  But despite that, this building caught San’s attention.

  And yet...

  It wasn’t anything special.

  Just a run-down old tavern with a hotel above it.

  The building itself looked old—at least 50 years or more.

  The sign bearing the tavern and hotel’s name was so dusty and rusted that it was completely unreadable.

  Without even realizing that the others had walked ahead, San slowly approached the building.

  Step by step, he moved closer.

  When he got close enough to see through the filthy windows,

  ...

  someone suddenly placed a hand on his shoulder and yanked him around.

  It was the large, grim-looking man who had left the commander’s office earlier.

  He stared at him as if San had just committed a serious crime.