—Bang.
Gron jumped from his seat, hitting his head on the ceiling of his tiny underground shop. The wooden shelves creaked, and the various hanging tools shook. A few sharp ones nearly impaled his hand as he flailed.
"Huh?!"
That voice!
How the hell?
This was the Walvaskaz Empire! What was that young man doing here? Wasn't the last time they met, all the way in Leisha?
To be fair, Gron was also here, but that was beside the point. In this vast world, what kind of coincidence would it take to meet an acquaintance through a seemingly random encounter twice in a row?
It felt as if it was his fate to meet this guy whenever he messed up.
'Ugh,'
Gron couldn't help but wonder what he would think of him now, even with all the help he got from him.
Twice, the owner of this voice guided him.
And twice, he fumbled their advice and help.
"Sir…?"
