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The sun dipped toward dusk, smearing the sky with orange and drifting purplish clouds.
"Bye… Daniel," Jessica said, waving her hand from the gate.
He smiled and turned away. "Bye, Aunt. I'll come home soon, so you won't have to… and thanks for the food."
Daniel strolled down the stone path, cradling a small clay pot brimming with frinto fish curry. The frinto fish, common in the southern district, boasted few pin bones and a striking silver skin etched with dark, bold streaks.
'Hmm… what things should I keep in my pouch after I upgrade it?' he murmured to himself. 'I think for now it's better to store some Food, money, the book and my beautiful dagger I got from the dungeon.'
His forehead burned hot for a moment as the near-death scrape flooded back.
'Should I ask master Marco about him? But… how can I believe that he's telling me the truth? Agh, wish I have that mask for an evidence or something,' he muttered, glancing ahead.
