Bab 1376: The Subtle Art Of Grief

"Nero..." The receptionist repeated after him, the name lingering on her lips as she gave him a cursory look.

After a while she nodded and scribbled something onto a piece of parchment.

Neron heaved a sigh of relief as she did so.

For a moment, he thought that she had seen through his facade and knew who he was.

He chided himself for overthinking it. After all, the chances of him being recognized was improbable.

"Very well, Nero. The Adventurers Test is not to be taken lightly. Prepare yourself and return in three days. Only then will you face the challenges we've set for new recruits."

Her smile was toothy and for some reason, he found her tone mildly patronizing.

He didn't mind it as there were more pressing issues for him to worry about.

He inclined his head once more in a brief acknowledgment before turning and heading back through the bustling hall.