Ryan walked toward the enormous stone gate slowly. As he advanced down the main street.
He raised both hands and began to tidy up his dark hair once again, flattening the rebellious strands that Beatrice had messed up days ago to maintain his fake identity.
His footsteps were firm, rhythmic, and completely lacked any haste. With the trench coat stored in his inventory, the enormous boomerang-shaped weapon rested attached to his back, drawing the attention of anyone who crossed his path.
Right at the exit inspection zone, three adventurers awaited their turn. They were two men and a woman who wore light leather armor and carried mid-rank weapons.
Apparently they were an established party, as they stayed very close to one another, joking around with excessive confidence.
"Hey kid, don't you think that weapon is a bit exaggerated?" one of the adventurers commented with a mocking tone upon seeing Ryan approach.
