When the land was occupied by demons, people had no choice but to flee to the sky. After transmigration, Ricky found that he had become the City Lord of a Sky City. He quickly became familiar with this new world and established a clear direction for survival, which was to resolutely engage in farming (kingdombuilding)! He would farm (kingdombuilding) diligently, develop vigorously, and then gallop through the skies. If anyone disagrees, then launch a great sky battle. Or a war!
Full of curiosity about the Mercenary Guild he had chanced upon, Rocky had disregarded Liliya's protests and walked straight into the guild.
Unlike the previous exchange he visited, the Mercenary Guild was housed within a two-story building, yet its scale was much more grand, giving an immediate impression of magnificence. Moreover, it was bustling with people coming and going in large numbers.
As soon as Rocky entered the Mercenary Guild, he found it extraordinarily lively.
The people here far outnumbered those at the exchange, and they varied widely in appearance. For instance, just as Rocky walked through the door, he brushed past an elf whose beauty rivaled that of women, and then, after just a few steps, bumped into a dwarf who reached only up to his waist.
"Goodness... the variety of races gathered here is enormous..."