Clinton Town, though not as prosperous as the Imperial Capital, is still a developed town.

And Brey has been doing pretty well in Clinton Town lately.

He had replaced the bandage on his left eye with an eyepatch.

His long and untidy hair was now tied up.

Although he was just an F-rank adventurer, by working hard and taking on some simple tasks, he could still earn quite a bit of money.

And at the very least, saving some money for Lux's living expenses in the Imperial Capital was not a problem.

As for how to save some money?

"Boss, this broken little knife, you want to sell it for 10G? Are you trying to fool me?" Brey looked down at the stall owner with his right eye, showing a fierce look, and holding a banknote in his hand.

Both the Empire and the Federation use not only silver currency but also paper currency.

And G is the currency unit of the Empire and the Federation, generally speaking, 2G is enough for one person to order a dish in a tavern.

"Huh?" Seeing Brey's appearance, the boss was not scared but showed an even more ferocious look.

"Kid, who are you trying to scare!?" The stall owner stood up and was taller than Brey.

"I'm trying to scare myself." Brey turned his head, took the little knife, and handed over 10G.

The boss took the banknote and snorted disdainfully.

Brey left with a disappointed look.

This is an example of Brey's failed attempt to save money, so don't learn from it.

However, Brey soon turned back again.

"Kid what do you want now?"

"Nothing much, do you know about any cemetery on the outskirts of Clinton Town?"

"Huh? There is no cemetery in the outskirts of Clinton Town. There is only a public cemetery beside the town."

Hearing this answer, Brey didn't rejoice but instead sighed.

"Thanks, I don't have any other questions."

Brey has heard this answer many times already.

And that public cemetery doesn't have a gravekeeper, which means the cemetery Barosa wants to find is not Clinton's public cemetery.

Trying to find a grave with all his efforts, Brey felt like he was acting a bit too much.

Brey took out a coin and tossed it up.

"Heads go for a meal, tails keep searching."

The coin spun in the air reflecting sunlight.

"Hey, adventurer!" Someone suddenly patted Brey's back.

Brey, who was about to continue with the coin toss, slipped his hand because of the pat.

"My money!!!!!"

The coin rolled down the side of the road and fell into a gutter.

Brey looked at the guy who patted himself with his dull right eye.

"Sorry..." Seeing Brey's lifeless eyes, the stranger chuckled a bit.

"Well... what can I do for you?" Brey, who lost a coin, felt depressed and spoke a bit weakly.

"Oh, I heard you've been looking for a cemetery in the outskirts for a long time."

"Huh? Yeah..." Brey felt like he had finally found the location of the cemetery after a long time?

"I might possibly know... another cemetery besides the public one." The stranger spoke in a low voice.

"Where?" Brey got a little impatient as he had been searching for almost a week or two.

"I'll take you there right now." The stranger started walking without giving Brey any time to think.

"..." Brey was a bit suspicious, but in the end, he followed the stranger.

The stranger led Brey to the outskirts, far away from Clinton Town.

The surrounding environment became somewhat gloomy, and the trees seemed to have a slightly different style from those in the town.

Too creepy.

Brey, who was originally suspicious, suddenly felt that this guy might actually take him to the cemetery in the outskirts.

This place looks quite off the beaten path.

"Will we reach the cemetery soon?" Brey asked.

"Cemetery? Ha, yes, it's your cemetery." The stranger suddenly let out an eerie laugh.

Brey's heart skipped a beat.

"Damn it."

"Hand over all your money. I've had my eye on you for a long time." The stranger pulled out a dagger and looked at me with ill intentions.

This is a thief in Clinton Town who targets newly arrived country folks.Recently, I saw this fat fish named Brey and tried every possible way to set a trap for him. "Are you into me!?" Brey immediately thought of the gay robber boss. Are everyone's sexual orientations messed up these days? But then, Brey suddenly becomes somewhat indifferent to love, and he starts to understand why there are so many gays.

Brey shuddered violently, waking himself up. If he continued thinking like this, his own sexual orientation would be in trouble. "That's right, I'm into you." The robber pretending to be a good guy licked his lips and said.

"But I think you'd be better off finding a gay partner."

"What the hell are you talking about!!!" The robber was shocked. "I'm after your money!!!!"

"What!!!! This is even worse than being interested in my body!" Brey was also shocked, and took hold of his money bag, becoming cautious.

"I was after your money from the beginning! What did you think was going on!!!" The thief was angry, feeling that he had been mistaken for a gay man, which was simply unbearable.

Taking advantage of the robber's confusion, Brey turned and ran towards the depths of the woods without looking back. "Don't run!!!!!" The robber quickly caught up to Brey after realizing what happened.

The two of them continued to run deeper into the woods. The surrounding temperature started to drop, and the rays of light shining into the forest became scarce.

Suddenly, the robber stopped. It was because he saw a half-crawling corpse on the ground. Chills ran down his spine, and cold sweat soaked his back.

Brey noticed that the robber was not chasing him anymore and turned his head with confusion, only to see the same thing. "Although someone did say there was a haunted cemetery around here..." The robber's legs became weak. "This place is really haunted!!!!" As soon as he finished speaking, he turned around and ran back.

"A haunted cemetery? Is it really a cemetery?" Brey's focus was completely off. He looked at the crawling corpse on the ground with a calm demeanor. After all, he had seen things like Demons, which were not even recorded in history, so zombies that actually existed posed no pressure to him. There were often missions to hunt undead creatures in his extermination tasks.

"Well, it does look a bit scary." Brey thought to himself. He stood there, staring at the crawling corpse for a long time.

"If you find it scary, stop staring at it." A pleasant voice sounded next to Brey. Brey turned his head stiffly and saw a beautiful woman with purple hair, holding a lantern, standing beside him. Although her skin was pale and had strange sutures, her slender and attractive figure was quite alluring.

"Um, are you a gravekeeper?" As Brey looked at the woman, he asked. The woman was obviously stunned for a moment and then looked at Brey with interest. "Yes, I am a gravekeeper."