The old man in outdated clothes vanished from the platform like a shadow dissipating under the sunlight, but the coin in his hand still retained its warmth. The young man blinked his eyes and only after a few seconds did he finally react from his astonishment.
He subconsciously rubbed the coin in his hand before putting it into his pocket. As a fee for a simple directional inquiry, this income was already considerable—calculated by purchasing power, it even surpassed the days when he was selling "information" to adventurers in the town's streets and alleys as a local ruffian. Thinking of this, the young man couldn't help but smack his lips.
Adventurer, "information," guiding, a coin as payment... Thinking carefully, it really felt like a return to the old days.
