I went to my boss’ office.

  I feel like this issue will come up again…

  Yes, it only happened once—but I’ve got a feeling they’ll add more fake quests.

  Whoever they are.

  “Someone’s been tampering with the pins on the quest board, you say, Ellis?”

  Reginald leaned forward from his chair, fiddling with the hand-made pin.

  “Yes, Boss. The old hunter Pax found the faulty quest. It was supposed to be two Natum Maws—but it turned out to be two Mimic Maws.”

  I stood formally—had to keep my job, after all.

  Sure, it pays well. But it gets mundane.

  This book was originally published on Royal Road. Check it out there for the real experience.

  …

  Reginald kept toying with the pin.

  Then, out of nowhere, he raised an eyebrow.

  “Pax… I know that name.”

  “Just Pax? No Ton?”

  Reginald squinted slightly.

  What the hell does that even mean?

  “Please elaborate, sir.”

  I kept my voice calm—truthfully, I was a little curious.

  Old guys always have wild history.

  Because of— you know.

  Age.

  …

  “You know… Paxton.”

  “Paxton Hawke. A retired Aurum hunter.”

  Reginald explained casually.

  That was… a bit surprising.

  Sir Pax did have that Aurum badge I confiscated.

  “Boss, he didn’t list a last name on his application. No Ton in the Pax either.”

  I said that seriously.

  Then realized I just said ‘Ton in the Pax.’

  God. That sounds so dumb.

  “However, I can confirm he did have an Aurum badge. I confiscated it.”

  I straightened my posture, kept my tone sharp.

  …

  “Yup, that’s him.”

  Reginald sighed heavily.

  “So stubborn~ I told him to get a wife.”

  He leaned back and took a deep drag from his pipe.

  …

  “Do you know him, Boss?”

  Honestly, I just wanted to break the silence.

  “A childhood pal of mine~”

  Reginald smiled faintly.

  “We were in a team of four back in the day. I was the one who convinced him to hunt in a team at all.”

  He blew smoke lazily.

  “He’d be in his early fifties now. Same as me.”

  “I don’t really keep count, but yeah—early fifties.”

  … Kinda not relevant, but okay.

  “Me? I’m probably a year or two older than him…”

  “He wasn’t the youngest though, just second youngest.”

  Holy hell.

  He’s still talking.

  …

  Help me.