章 133: Medal from the Mission

That's right.

Just to the east, behind the dunes, the cowering crowd, Kant determined, was the refugee.

Standard swadian attire.

It was exactly the same as the refugees who had come to the sentry oasis.

Although the civilians of this world were dressed similar to the civilians of the Caradian land, they are in fact very different from each other in detail, with their own national style, if you look closely at them.

This made him frown a little: ''What a fuss?''

The 40 desert bandits had gone out.

Many of them had drawn their machetes at their waists, as if in close combat status.

Even Kant, standing here on the top floor of the ruling chamber, could have detected the glint of the drawn scabbard on the Salander's customary scimitar.

But at that very moment, a dialog box poped up on his retina.

[ Ding... Temporary quest issued ]

[ Temporary quest: Pre-war refugees ]