"Oh! Rafayel, there's a perfect Rank E job for you," Khazan said with a smirk.
"What kind of job is it?"
"'Weeding the garden of a manor.'"
Khazan was grinning mischievously.
"Ugh… weeding, huh? Well, I guess there's no risk to my life, but it sounds exhausting."
"Well, yeah. Also, it says they won't reveal the location of the manor unless the request is accepted. It sounds kind of interesting, doesn't it?"
"It does…"
If they won't even give the location, something about it must be unusual.
"Alright, I'll take it. It actually sounds kind of fun."
"Alright then! I'm taking the request slip to the counter!"
With enthusiasm, Khazan grabbed the paper and headed toward the reception desk.
"Ah! Khazan!" Rafayel called out, stopping him mid-step. Khazan turned around with a questioning look. "What is it?"
