After finishing the negotiation, Paul and Renya exited the shop, the finalized invoice and documents neatly tucked away into Paul's spatial bag. Without wasting time, they continued to the next destination—a daily supply shop.
Paul placed different orders, each requiring specific components. By the time they finished, they had visited five separate stores, each tasked with crafting a different part.
Once the errands were done, they made their way back to the inn.
Inside their reserved room, Paul took out all five documents along with the invoice. He handed them over to Renya and said in a calm tone, "Give this to the manager. And tell him to send it to the hidden house."
Renya stared at him, speechless for a moment, before replying, "Okay, Prince…" She took the documents with a resigned sigh and muttered, "Just when I was about to sit down…" as she turned and walked out the door.
Hearing Renya's sigh as she left, Paul simply shook his head with a faint smile. From his spatial bag, he took out the wooden components that Renya had shaped during their walk earlier. Laying them out neatly, he began carefully inscribing runes onto each one using a vial of magic ink.
Time passed quietly.
About thirty minutes later, Renya returned to the room and saw Paul immersed in his work. Not wanting to disturb him, she sat down silently and watched, waiting patiently.
Six hours later, the door burst open with a loud creak.
Greta came hopping in energetically, both arms raised as she exclaimed, "JANG JANG JANG!!!" In her hand, she held up a glowing object. "Look, Prince! We got a high-level magic core—with medium quality!" she added proudly.
Paul instantly stood up, his face lighting up. He ran over to her, took the core with excitement, and said, "Good job, Greta!!" as he lifted the core up like a trophy, beaming with joy.
Seeing their overly dramatic celebration, Renya raised an eyebrow and asked in a lazy tone, "So, what exactly do you plan to do with that, Prince?"
Greta, still riding the high of their success, nodded enthusiastically, clearly eager to hear the answer herself.
Paul, holding the magic core in one hand, brought his other to his chin and went quiet, thinking deeply. After a brief pause, he smirked and said, "Let's see... hmm..." Then, with a teasing glint in his eye, he raised his index finger to his lips and said, "Secret."
Greta's shoulders instantly slumped. "Aww…"
Renya slapped her forehead and let out a groan. "Come on..."
But Paul only chuckled and ignored their reactions, returning to his desk and picking up where he left off—his brush once again gliding over the wooden components as he resumed drawing intricate magic runes with focused precision.
Just a few minutes after Paul finished inscribing a magic rune on one of the components, Greta suddenly exclaimed, "Oh right, Prince! We got an order from the guild—look!" She quickly reached into her bag and pulled out a document, proudly presenting it so both Paul and Renya could see.
"The Vice Guild Leader even stamped it!" she added with excitement.
Paul leaned in and scanned the document alongside Renya.
After reading the contents, Paul's expression darkened slightly. "You've got to be kidding me…" he muttered in disbelief.
Greta blinked in confusion. "Huh? What do you mean, Prince?" she asked, tilting her head.
Paul was silent for a moment, then gestured at the table crowded with partially assembled components. "Just… look at what I'm working on."
Greta turned her gaze toward the table, her eyes landing on the metal and wooden parts, runes, and magical ink.
A sheepish smile formed on her face as she scratched the back of her head. "Oh… hehehe… right."
Hearing that answer, Paul could only shake his head while Kruger, who had entered with Greta earlier, silently lowered his shoulders in resignation. Without saying another word, Paul returned to his work, carefully drawing more magic runes on the remaining components.
An hour passed.
Paul finally leaned back with a sigh, having completed a good number of the rune markings—though many pieces still remained. He began cleaning up the table, returning his tools and ink to the spatial bag. With a small nod to himself, he stood up and stretched.
"Yosh…," he muttered with a small grin, then added, "Come on—while it's still daytime," as he made his way to the door.
Renya and Greta, still relaxing in the room, blinked at each other in confusion.
"Where are you going, Prince?" Renya asked, her tone puzzled.
Greta nodded, equally lost.
Paul glanced back at them with a slightly confused look of his own. "To the dungeon, of course. Isn't that what the guild request is about?"
Hearing that, Kruger could only smile faintly, while Renya and Greta giggled at the same time. After a moment, Renya touched her chin thoughtfully and said, "We can do it tomorrow…"
Paul immediately turned to Greta, shaking his head. "No, no, no… my projects are piling up. Tomorrow's too late," he said firmly before heading out the door.
Renya and Greta exchanged a glance, letting out a mutual sigh before standing up to follow him—Kruger trailing calmly behind them.
Once outside the inn, Paul suddenly stopped in his tracks and looked over his shoulder. "Oh yeah… where's the place again?" he asked, directing his question to Greta, who was walking just behind him.
Kruger chuckled softly, and both Renya and Greta giggled again at the Prince's usual rush. After a moment, Greta raised her hand and pointed east. "To the east," she said with a grin.
Without waiting for a reaction, Paul nodded and started walking straight toward the East Gate—completely ignoring the amused looks from Renya and Kruger behind him.
After walking for a while, they entered the Silver Road area. Seeing that most people here were adventurers, Paul glanced around as if searching for something while heading toward the North Gate.
Noticing Paul's unusual behavior, Renya asked in a lazy tone, "What are you looking for, Prince?"
Paul immediately replied, thoughtfully stroking his chin, "Of course... other races. Like dwarves, elves..."
Renya responded with indifference, "Oh... Covenants, huh..."
Curious, Paul's interest piqued. "Heh... so, Covenants, huh..." He nodded slowly.
Seeing Paul's fascination, Renya shrugged and said, "Impossible they'll come here..." letting her shoulders drop.
Paul frowned in confusion. "Why not?"
With a relaxed tone, Renya answered, "Xenophobic."
Paul looked even more puzzled. "Everyone?"
Renya simply nodded.
After passing the Adventure Guild Building and the West Gate, Paul glanced silently at Greta. Noticing, Greta slapped her forehead and said in a lazy tone, "Towards the northeast."
They walked about ten minutes in that direction before Paul spotted the dungeon entrance. Seeing the guard standing watch from a distance, Paul stopped and said, "Wait." He pulled out a fake skin mask and a sleek black exo suit from his spartial bag.
"Quick, put these on your faces," Paul instructed, tossing the fake face skins to everyone. He quickly slipped out of his first exo and stepped into the second one.
Once everyone was disguised and Paul was suited up in the black exo, he said, "Let's go," and started moving toward the dungeon entrance.
But just as they approached, the guard suddenly shouted, "STOP RIGHT THERE!!" He stepped directly in front of them, weapon drawn and ready.