At least it is so for the sheriff.
After all, before he secured this position, he was only a level 1 Ranger.
"What's your name?"
"Gauss."
"..."
After asking a few simple questions, the sheriff stood up and took the initiative to guide them through the side door, entering Farlim.
"Wish you a pleasant journey."
"Goodbye, Mr. Sheriff."
Gauss noticed that although he looked respectful, he seemed not to recognize him, and couldn't help but lament in his heart that his fame had indeed not reached this place.
Compared to Farlim, other cities seem like the countryside.
When the sheriff asked and heard that he came from Gray Rock Town, Gauss detected a faint sense of superiority on his face, albeit briefly.
Regardless of where you are, people from central areas always have a peculiar psychological advantage over "peasants" from peripheral regions.
This thought didn't anger Gauss; he just found it amusing and recognized the gap and differences among regions more clearly.
