At three o'clock in the early morning, the sky was pitch black; it was now autumn, and the chilly night wind was piercing to the bone.
A long queue had already formed in front of Sain Dungeon, and due to its current popularity, the flow of people was increasing. Many had come to line up two hours early, and others, when kicked out of the dungeon at midnight, didn't even go home and just queued up directly.
Despite the adventurers' efforts, they couldn't overcome the privilege of the nobility.
The guards from the Bed Family mockingly watched the adventurers, telling their colleagues, "What's the use of queuing up so early? They will have to make way eventually,"
"Keep it down, these folks are all hot-tempered," another guard said. "It's about time; hurry up and call all the workers over, start collecting entrance fees once they are all inside."
The adventurers glared at them furiously, and curses could be heard throughout the line.
