Book 3: Chapter 71: Slate Update and Impressively Oppressive
Lone and Hazel stood among a group of four other adventurers who were also perusing the billboard with the details of available skill tutors. It wasn't as sparse as Lone would have assumed but still, he already owned 70% of the presented skill options.
While the other 30% of course interested him, none were so special or critical for him to make the call. He was here for his little sister, after all.
"There's so many options and all of the interesting ones are so expensive..." she muttered.
Lone patted her back affectionately and replied, "Don't worry about the cost. Just pick whatever calls out to you. Nothing's standing out to me so I'm gonna head upstairs. Use this if you need me or if you finish before I do, 'kay?"
Hazel took the communication orb he'd passed to her with a nod and a warm smile. "I won't be long. Promise."
"Me too," he replied.
Immediately following that Lone made his way to the hidden stairway on floor two and he ascended through the third floor up to the fourth floor which was his current limit as a gold-silver plate adventurer.
The place was empty save for the staff and two adventurers, one of which was at one of the four credit slates, and the other was having a drink at a nearby bench waiting for the other guy to finish. They both looked liked mages and neither of them were human.
It took a considerable amount of willpower to not try to convince them to use their magic on him and maybe their racial skills too, whatever they were. Lone didn't recognise the species they came from but they had an almost ghostly tint to their skin and they gave him a very ethereal vibe. They were also both S-rankers.