Fried Fish Essence was in a slump.
Just two days ago, a new task with a very high reward appeared on the commission board of Shelter No. 11, and he excitedly accepted the task, following the main force to carry out the mission.
They spent a day and a half chasing a group of special sandworms in the desert, and just as they successfully surrounded the sandworm leader, a group of people in white robes suddenly appeared in the desert.
He kindly warned those in white robes to stay away, lest they get harmed by the sandworms, but the white-robed people refused and instead expressed their wishes to help them hunt the sandworms.
NPCs intruding and offering to help—wasn't this a stroke of luck?
Fried Fish Essence was overjoyed, feeling that this task was in the bag.
