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Chapter 582

Day 122 – Morning, White Weirdo Inn

When was the last time the frontier had been wrapped in such deep sorrow? Just leaving through the city gates made me feel like my hair was being pulled back, it was enough to turn into a full-on ponytail of regret. To think I had to head to a Dungeon in such a melancholy mood… Yeah, according to the Adventurer Guild, I couldn’t stop by the bulletin board this morning because Pres and the others would find out I was the one who cleared the deep Dungeon! I mean, even without checking I know nothing’s changed, and I am absolutely stopping by on the way back to complain, but not getting that gloomy glare from Morning Reception Pres feels strangely lonely.

I’d thought there was nothing good among yesterday’s equipment drops, but then I found something I didn’t even understand, something that wasn’t even