Ning went to sleep on a rather stiff bed, but it was better than sleeping on the pile of itchy leaves on the island, or the stiff and cold ground in the fishermen's village. With how tipsy he had been last night, he ended up falling asleep rather quickly and woke up with a slight hangover instead. 'Urgh! This sucks,' he thought. He felt thirsty, extremely thirsty, and looked around for some water to drink. However, he couldn't find any at all. He somehow found it too bothersome to go down to ask for some water, so he did what he thought was the right thing. He reached into his storage space and pulled out one of the fruits he had taken from the island. Since he had been planning on leaving the place for a long time, he had gathered as many fruits as he could. Since he had nowhere to keep it, he decided to use the storage to keep the fruits. Not only as a measure to store them because of how many there were but also to store to preserve them. Keeping them outside would most likely ruin them, and Ning didn't want that. He found the sword on the floor next to him, which he quickly unwrapped and cut the fruit to drink The refreshing taste of the fruit's juices fell into his mouth and with every gulp, he passed it along to his body. His thirst was quickly quenched, and to his surprise, Ning even found that his hangover was getting better. By the time he had drank it all, there was absolutely no problem with him at all. He was properly refreshed. "Woah! This fruit is seriously amazing," he thought to himself. "I should see if anyone recognizes what it is." Ning went down to the tavern to find the owner and asked her about the fruit. The woman looked at the fruit a bit but she did not seem to recognize it at all. She didn't even know of any fruit that had such a property to it. Ning was slightly dejected, but not very much. We went to the back of the tavern to use a bathroom and get freshened up. Then, he remembered the man yesterday that he had promised to work for him. "Where did he ask me to meet again?" Ning thought. He remembered the man's face from last night and tried to think of where he was said to meet. "What the hell? Why is it so hard to remember?" He thought. He tried his best, but for some reason, he couldn't remember much at all. "Shit, I forgot to buy Eidetic Memory, didn't I?" Ning thought. He had such a high cultivation base and so many memories that were permanently stored in his mind while in the other body, he forgot that he even needed to buy it. He tried the best he could to remember. The man had a short beard, frizzly hair, and… "Did he have a scar on his face?" Ning thought. There was definitely something there, most likely scars from untreated acne. "Package delivery," Ning remembered. "That's what he wanted me to do. And… ah right, by the side of the green building next to the bridge." Ning finally remembered. "That took some time," he thought as he sighed. He thought of buying the Eidetic memory to help with his adventure as a normal human in this world and realized that a normal human wouldn't have that. So, he decided to not buy it at all. He could still buy all the memories he would lose in the end anyway, so he wasn't very worried. He quickly left the tavern, going out toward the bridge that was toward the east. The bridge wasn't the same one he came from yesterday, the one he crossed with the villagers. That bridge was small and was on the west side of the city. The one Ning was going towards was on the Eastern side, slightly to the south, and was the bigger bridge, with a wider pathway. It was far enough from the tavern that it took him nearly half an hour to walk to on foot. He was about a hundred meters away from the bridge and saw a green-colored house there that was the only one there. As he was about to go there, a man walked up to him. "You there, stop," the man said. Ning turned around and noticed the man, who was in a uniform. The blue uniform belonged to the guards of this city, so Ning understood that he had probably done something wrong. "Yes, brother? How can I help you?" he asked. "What's that?" the man pointed to his sword. "That? That's my sword," Ning said. He wondered if it was illegal to walk around with his weapon. But then again, many did. "Why is it not in a sheath?" the man asked. "Oh, its too sharp to keep in a sheath. It would cut right through it," Ning said, without thinking much. The man's eyes went wide. "It can cut right through a sheath and you decide it's a good idea to keep it uncovered?" he asked. "Oh…" Ning thought for a moment. "Damn, you're right. This is dangerous." "Find a sheath for that sword. Make sure you don't have to be told another time," the guard said. "I will, thank you brother," Ning said and walked away. He made sure to walk away from most people, so as to not accidentally cut them. He arrived at the green-colored house and quickly saw the man that was next to it. 'There he is,' Ning thought and walked towards him. The man had noticed him already and waited for Ning to reach him. Just as he did, the man grabbed Ning by his collar and slammed him onto the wall. "Why the hell was the guard talking to you?" the man shouted. "Ow!" Ning shouted. "Get off me." "Answer me?" the man shouted. "Nothing," Ning said. "He was just telling me that I shouldn't keep my sword out in the open. God, why do you care? Are you a criminal or something?"