The Hero in Exile

Moran and Lingyu arrived at the designated location. There were several carriages parked at the north gate of Ruilin City. The people around them also looked like adventurers who had received this mission.

Moran saw someone unique in the crowd at first sight.

"Look at that man."

Lingyu looked in the direction of Moran's index finger. "This is quite obvious."

He was wearing expensive-looking jewelry and necklaces all over his body. His fat body made every button on his clothes stand straight, and his face especially showed that he was a veteran who had been through many battles.

“This is really easy to recognize.”

"It looks like they are leaving too. We need to talk to him right away."

With that, Moran walked towards the slave trader.

"Hey, who are you two? As far as I remember, you are not on the list of people who are going to go. Those who have nothing to do with you, go away." The slave trader showed a look of disgust.

He turned around and continued to count the supplies and the number of people, not wanting to pay any attention to Moran and Lingyu.

"This attitude is really arrogant."

Lingyu was very upset seeing him putting on such an attitude, and it felt like she would dirty her hands if she punched him in the face.

"By the way, Moran, please control yourself." Lingyu was worried about what Moran would do next.

"Calm down Moran, calm down Moran, next time find a place where no one is around and do it to him."

“It looks like the situation is not optimistic.”

“Ha huh.”

After trying his best to restrain himself, Moran calmed down a lot and continued to call out to the slave trader.

"Hey"

"Ha, you haven't left yet?" The slave trader turned around and saw this man again with a disgusted expression on his face. "If you don't leave, don't blame me for asking someone to ask you to leave."

"Show me what this is, you piece of shit."

Moran pulled a piece of yellow paper from his pocket and threw it in the slave owner's face.

"You bastard, someone take this..." The slave owner held the paper fiercely and prepared to ask someone to teach them a lesson. "This is..."

The slave owner caught a glimpse of the word "Adventurer" written on it.

"Boss, do you need us to get rid of these two people?"

Several people who came upon hearing the noise waited for the slave owner to issue orders.

"Be careful Moran."

Lingyu drew out the holy sword and was ready to face the situation next.

"Wait, I want to see what this is."

The slave owner opened the worn yellow paper, and Moran sneered when he saw it.

"Molan and Lingyu."

The slave owner looked at the Adventurer's Guild recommendation letter that Moran had just thrown in his face. There was no mistake about the seal on it, and below it was the personal signature of the Adventurer's Guild's president.

—Ned Wissen

Damn it, the letter said that Moran and Lingyu were VIPs of the club. They looked clean and fair and didn't look like adventurers. I didn't want to offend high-ranking officials because that would undoubtedly cut off my retreat. The guild really threw a hot potato to me.

"So it's these two. I'm sorry I didn't realize it was you two who had a bad attitude. Please forgive me."

"this…"

The two adventurers who came behind looked at each other, not expecting their boss to change so quickly, and their faces became increasingly embarrassed.

"What are you two still doing here? Go and get a carriage for the adults to ride in."

The slave master angrily blamed the innocent-looking adventurer, and the two of them left without even looking at each other.

"This guy's reaction is so real." Lingyu poked Moran on the back.

"I've seen a lot of people like this, especially in my home."

Moran deliberately turned up the volume a bit just to avoid giving him a good look.

The slave trader awkwardly took out a towel and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

"Then wait a moment, I will have them prepare to leave."

"Oh, I see."

The slave owner left in a hurry as if he had received an order.