This adventurer is overly righteous.

"Five metals, twelve silvers, and ninety-eight coppers."

Kroya took the money pouch from Miss Millie's hand; it was the reward the Adventurers' Guild was owed to him for taking back the goblin artifacts.

With this income, Kroya's total assets reached ten gold coins, making him a wealthy man among veteran adventurers.

If Kroya were to give up being an adventurer now, this sum of money would be enough for him to live comfortably for a long time. While it wouldn't be enough for him to live a life of ease, with proper management, it could ensure that a person would never have to worry about food and clothing.

Kroya left the Adventurers' Guild. He didn't know how to find Logan, but Logan knew how to find him. They had some things to discuss in secret, but before discussing the serious issue of the traitor within the Adventurers' Guild and the purpose of the vampire building the altar, Kroya went to eat.

He didn't know how long he had slept, but when he woke up it was dusk outside the window—he remembered that he had returned early in the morning, so he probably slept all day, or maybe he slept all day and then slept all day again. In any case, Kroya felt ravenous; he hadn't eaten his fill for a month and deserved a big meal.

"Hey, Chroya, where have you been?"

Upon returning to the White Mushroom Tavern, Chroya once again encountered Leijin trying to trick others into drinking by telling stories. Chroya wondered why the guy, who was clearly quite wealthy, always liked to take advantage of others. Perhaps the drinks obtained through such means were more fragrant. After seeing Chroya, Leijin stopped bothering others and went straight to Chroya's table to ask questions.

"You disappeared for a month, and Carter and I thought you were never coming back. We almost had to hold a funeral for you."

Leijin said in an exaggerated tone. Of course, Kroya knew that there was a lot of exaggeration in Leijin's words, because it was normal for adventurers to be away for a month, and they wouldn't be so panicked.

"Alright, it's on you." Kroya thought that Lejin just wanted to get a drink from him, and it seemed that was indeed the case. Lejin became cheerful, but after his initial excitement, he still asked a question.

"Those guys are all dead. Did you do it?" Lei Jin lowered his voice. The guys he was referring to were the group of adventurers he was planning to kidnap.

The fact that those guys hadn't returned for so long led to rumors circulating among adventurers who knew the inside story that they had been killed by Kroya. The day before yesterday, Kroya returned, and yesterday, the Adventurers' Guild confirmed their deaths.

The adventurers naturally connected the dots and came to a terrible conclusion—Kroya had killed all fifteen adventurers.

Fifteen people perished, which means that Kroya is not only exceptionally powerful but also bloodthirsty; otherwise, surely someone would have managed to escape.

Such a figure naturally instilled fear in adventurers, who privately referred to Kroya as the "White Devil" and dared not show the slightest abnormality in front of him.

"I don't think this is the right place to discuss those things..." There were too many people and too many eyes in the tavern, and Kroya felt it was best to wait until the two of them were alone before bringing up these topics. "Let's eat first."

"A stew, a white bread, a roast meat with all the seasonings and a rich sauce, a tomato baked bean, and a creamy cod soup."

"Plus, a small serving of fried fish, and a large serving of this dwarf's ale..."

Kroya said to the waiter who was standing to the side, bowing and waiting, that he had a good appetite this time and might be able to eat two of the same dishes.

"One hundred and ten copper coins."

After paying, Kroya waited for the food to be served. During this time, Leijin talked to him about the things that had happened. Perhaps this was why adventurers always liked to get together and chat.

"I didn't expect you to tear out several pages from my notes. You'll have to buy me a few more drinks now."

Given that Kroya was in a critical situation, Lejin forgave Kroya for tearing out pages from his forging manual without permission, but he became quite unrestrained when drinking.

  

When the mealtime ended, Kroya had overestimated his appetite and couldn't eat a second serving. After leaving the tavern, Kroya's next task was to worship the gods.

Firstly, it was to express gratitude; secondly, it was to hope that the gods would bless him so that everything would go smoothly when he learned forging from Rakin.

For quite some time, Kroya didn't plan to go out on missions. After all, he had provoked a vampire mage, and if that guy harbored hatred and wanted revenge, things would become very dangerous.

He had to wait for news from the Adventurers' Guild. Before the Adventurers' Guild issued a notice to completely kill or expel the other party, Kroya planned to stay in Whitestone Town and focus on learning the blacksmithing skill. Coincidentally, all his armor and weapons were also damaged, so he could take this opportunity to replace them with a new set.

In the church, Croa praised each of the gods, demonstrating his respect and gratitude to them.

Then they stopped again in front of one of the statues, which had a solemn and focused expression, holding an iron hammer, with flames engulfing its body as clothing, and a furnace, bellows, and an anvil placed in front of it.

That is the god of ingenuity who controls forging and fire; it is certainly right for apprentices learning the craft of forging to worship him.

So Chroia began to recite another hymn, hoping to gain the help of the great god.

"Lord of the Forge, King of Armors residing in the high heavens"

You know the rage hidden deep within the lava, and you also know how to restrain the flames.

The god of labor can only find peace of mind by focusing on hammering and forging.

You temper stubborn iron with fierce fire, forging fragile metal into strong steel.

Those who thirst for ingenious mechanisms and forging techniques pray to you…

Before Kroya could finish reading, two lines of small text popped up in the lower left corner of his vision, as if the gods were already impatient.

Your piety pleases the gods.

[Blessed: Craftsmanship]

Thank you so much...

Kroya silently recited in his mind.

Leijin also joined Kroya in worshipping the god of ingenuity. Although he was a dwarf and did not have human faith, he was persuaded by Kroya's words.

"There's no harm in offering a prayer."

That was indeed the case, Leikin pondered, while being guided by Kroya on how to proceed.

Many people watched as the two worshipped. Some people wanted to approach and befriend Kroya because of his extraordinary demeanor, but Candy, who had been watching closely, stopped them.

"Don't disturb him."

Candy said to the man very seriously.

After all, Kroya had easily sought the help of the gods before, and perhaps Kroya was communicating with the gods right now. It seemed inappropriate to go up and disturb them, as that would probably displease the gods.

"I am extremely grateful."

Before leaving, Kroya thanked Candy, who felt flattered and somewhat dazed, because it wasn't just polite talk; Kroya's gratitude was genuine.

Kroya then returned to the blacksmith shop with Rakin, intending to actually try forging.