"Where is it?" Solalin's voice carried an unusual urgency.
The reason she wasn't in the conference hall was because she had already been called out from the Guild by Mein when the message arrived.
At the moment, they were weaving through the bustling and noisy Free Market.
This place was a paradise for adventurers and small vendors, with the air saturated with the scents of leather, herbs, low-quality tobacco, and sweat, accompanied by the constant sounds of haggling and boasting.
"Right there!" Mein pointed to a small stall at the edge of the crowd not far away.
The stall owner was a shifty-eyed middle-aged man, and next to the stall stood two Church Warriors.
Solalin's gaze swept over the chaotic assortment of old items on the stall.
Then her breath suddenly halted—there, on the edge of a pile of tarnished copperware, lay the unadorned Silver Pendant!
Like a lost star, regained!
