Who Says I’m Not a Legitimate Adventurer?

The long night finally passed.

The sudden massive explosion last night was no less intense than the time Buck detonated an alchemical bomb within town.

The enormous blast directly alarmed Graystone Town’s guards.

As a result, poor Lance had still been tallying up his gains when fully armed patrol guards rushed over and brought him back to the patrol station.

After spending the entire night there, the moment dawn arrived, he was dragged over to the Administrative Hall, where he spent the morning frantically filling out all kinds of fine paperwork.

Fortunately, the precision of that Explosive Fireball thrown by the Elven female mage had been astonishingly accurate.

All of the explosive force had been concentrated entirely upon the house Lance rented, without spreading across a large area to damage the neighboring homes tightly clustered nearby.

After officials from the Administrative Hall conducted an on-site damage assessment, Lance merely needed to pay a symbolic public security disturbance fine of a little over a dozen silver coins.

However, while the government-related troubles were resolved, the private troubles had only just begun.