Leon entered the Adventurer's Guild building, moving with calm confidence despite lacking any visible armor or fighting gear. His simple traveler's clothes made him stand out slightly, but not dramatically—there were quite a few other people dressed nicely without equipment, though they were fewer in number compared to the armored adventurers.
People were busy with their own activities. He wasn't attracting any particular attention, which was exactly what he wanted.
His destination was clear: the mission hall.
He didn't ask anyone for directions and simply used his spatial awareness to track the flow of foot traffic, following groups of adventurers until he reached his target location.
He arrived at a giant hallway—similar in layout to the guild he'd visited before in Conan City, but the sheer size of this space was vastly different. The ceiling stretched dozens of meters overhead, supported by enchanted pillars that glowed faintly with protective magic.
