"Good job with your patrol work," Arthur said simply. "Keep protecting the village. These should help."
The guards stared at the very rare equipment in their hands with expressions of complete disbelief. Even top-tier players struggled to acquire gear of this quality—it required defeating powerful enemies or accumulating massive wealth through trading in the capital city. And Arthur had just... given it away. For free. To random guards he'd never met before.
"S-Sir, this is... we can't possibly..." the lead guard began, but Arthur cut him off with a dismissive wave.
"You can, and you will. Consider it payment for maintaining security for new players. Equipment is meant to be used, not hoarded."
The guards looked like they might cry from gratitude. The lead guard bowed even deeper, his voice thick with emotion.
"Thank you, Sir Fateless! Thank you so much! We... we'll use these to protect the village better! We won't let you down!"
