After thinking about it, Sirone asked.

�Isn�t this the passage connected to the Aboriginal Autonomous District?�

�what?�how do you����Oops!�

Realizing his mistake, the archer frowned.�He answered without taking any money.

Then Sirone rummaged through his pocket and pulled out 1 gold.�He was in a hurry to ask, but he had no intention of playing his trick.

�Ah, here is 1 gold.�Sorry for asking first.�

The archer stared at Sirone�s outstretched hand.

Of course, 1 gold was not easy to earn, but it was not an amount that would terrify a mercenary who had built his own career.

�Sheesh!�it�s okay.�Because I made a mistake.�

�It is not a mistake.�That�s what a contract is.�

�know!�It�s just that I can�t accept it because my pride is hurt.�Damn, I can�t believe I made this mistake.�Because I am still far away.�

�Then I�ll assume the last question was service.�

Sirone inserted the gold coin without hesitation.�It is not the attitude of a sound student to waste it for nothing when they say they will not accept it.

The archer was in trouble for no reason.�At some point, I felt that I was being swayed by a child the size of a chestnut tree.

�Instead, let me ask you something.�how did you find out�In fact, its content is top secret.�

�Because loops are sacred to the natives.�Besides, if the margin is huge enough to raise a lot of money by selling loops, it won�t be loosely released.�After all, among the natives, permission from someone with authority is required, and of course there is only an autonomous district where there is such a person.�

The archer had nothing to say.�While wondering if there was anything worthwhile to do with money, what I found was the Kergo Ruins.�

Sirone�s short words contained all the conclusions he had reached after spending several days and nights researching loops and searching the information market.

�Sheesh!�One hair is amazing.�Any more questions?�

�No, no.�Now let�s go down and check.�

The archer smiled bitterly.�I guessed why Sirone didn�t ask questions.�He probably noticed that no matter what he asked, he had nothing more to say.

Sirone and the others went down for 20 minutes.�Although it spiraled, it was still of great depth.

When we reached the end of the stairs, a single corridor continued.�Two natives were standing at the iron gate installed 10 meters in front.

Unlike the natives outside, the upper body was exposed, and bare feet were visible under the pants.�

The tattoo, which started at the navel, branched and continued up to the face, and it was frightening to see from a distance.

Sirone thought that this place would not be an autonomous district.�You�ll have to walk at least a few kilometers to get into the Toa Mountain jungle.

The mercenaries were also nervous.�The interpreter, the archer, took a seat next to the leader.

After exchanging a few words of code in the Kergo language, the native flipped the switch.�

As the wheel made of iron turned, the door opened to the left and right.

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