Sword Casting Manor.
Today was as busy as ever.
Getting out of bed at eight, a bunch of people ran to the plaza to pick up tasks and sort through heaps of battle spoils.
But a Communication Token stayed put in the manager's room, watched over by Jiucai Rong as he handled affairs.
"Why haven't they come yet?"
Due to the need to sort the spoils of war, he was incredibly busy these days.
To others, it was an iron-forging, farming, dirt-eating simulator; to him, it was a corporate martyr simulator.
His own Embers Jiucai Rong had sent to a local shop to be a shopkeeper.
Which meant he had to work solo again.
Most ridiculously, he pulled the Three Flowers seventeen times without a single new Ember!
After seventeen tries, nothing came of it, he couldn't help but be frustrated.
Fortunately, a managerial talent, Night Mad Cultivator, recently arrived.
Among the players, he had enough prestige, and everyone respected him; even the blacksmiths reluctantly followed his management.
