Inside the wooden door, a tall guard clad in shiny full-cover steel armor and equipped with a long sword stood there.
At first glance, the quality of this guard seemed quite excellent.
If one overlooked his odd stance, leaning against the wooden load-bearing column at the door, his head tilted slightly.
Upon hearing the sound of the door being pushed open, the guard suddenly woke up from his doze, hurriedly straightened his body, and assumed a posture of loyalty to his duty.
Wherever they are, as long as the force is not too great, the style of these guards always seems to be cast from the same mold.
Seeing this familiar style of the guards, Anvis subtly twitched the corner of his mouth.
"What is it?"
"Hello, could you please tell me where the archive room is?"
Upon hearing this, the guard sized up the two individuals.
Average stature, their attire hidden by a brown traveler's cloak, and their appearance was indescribably plain.
