They passed by several curious onlookers.
A few pointed at Isaac, whispering behind their hands. Others were less subtle, openly trying to catch his attention.
One woman even stepped out of line, holding a recruitment brochure.
"Excuse me—are you Isaac? The one who defeated a Champion-rank?"
Isaac gave a polite nod but didn't slow down.
"We'd love for you to join the Dragoncrest Guild. If you're interested—"
Before she could finish, a sharp whistle cut through the air. Freya was already walking toward them with a stern face.
"Please stop," she said, eyes locked on the woman. "You can't do this in the market. Make an appointment with him if you want to do the recruitment, and do it in an appropriate place."
The woman reluctantly stepped back.
Freya gave Isaac a side-glance. "You're becoming quite the celebrity."
"I would've preferred it to be the other way," Isaac said. "I just want to farm."
Kael laughed. "Well, farming made you famous too."
