This was precisely the kind of Superhuman organization, largely composed of various violent and bloody personnel.

Yet at this moment, its entire main entrance was being blocked by a huge crowd of black-bearded Dwarves!

Surrounded so tightly that not even a drop of water could trickle through!

The street where this Bounty Hunters Guild branch was located was also packed with onlookers!

Humans, beastkin, Goblins, and various other races had all come...

These individuals of diverse appearances were all crammed together on high vantage points along the street, bodies pressed against bodies, shoulders rubbing against shoulders...

As if they were a group of intimate friends, with no natural barriers between races remaining.

And in the air not far from this street, there were also some Superhumans who had mastered flight methods. Unsatisfied with observation methods like spiritual perception, they chose to watch this spectacle firsthand with their own eyes...

As is widely known, those iron-forging-loving Dwarves are, most of the time, remarkably united and possess notoriously fiery tempers...

Furthermore, only two things can bring them together on a large scale: drinking and fighting!

These Dwarves, who fear nothing in heaven or earth when sober and would even dare to blaspheme the Gods when drunk, tend to bring trouble and spectacle wherever they appear...

They bring endless trouble, and also much amusement, to those around them.

And now, in the eyes of the residents of Hekahn City's central district, these short fellows who thrive on strong liquor and flames were causing yet another major ruckus...

They had actually gathered to block the entrance of the Bounty Hunters Guild!!

This was practically slapping the Bounty Hunters Guild in the face! And doing so publicly, no less!

But the most excessive part was this.

At this moment, this large crowd of black-bearded Dwarves blocking the Bounty Hunters Guild entrance was also shouting loudly:

"Hand over that unscrupulous merchant who blasphemed the God of Forging!"

"Damnable Goblin merchant!! I'll smash your head with the hammer in my hand!!"

"That guy should be thrown into a blazing forge!!"

"No, you mustn't smash his head with your hammer! I think we should use his skull as a drinking cup!!"

...

Some Dwarves who were thoroughly drunk even started fighting amongst themselves first, because a fellow clansman nearby disagreed with their proposed method of dealing with that unscrupulous Goblin merchant...

The scene could only be described as extremely chaotic for a time. From the crowd of onlookers not far away, someone even excitedly blew a whistle!

"Hit harder!"

"Aim for the head! Quick! Smack him with that mithril-forged hammer in your hand!"

...

The fervent atmosphere allowed both the spectators and the spectacle-makers to thoroughly enjoy themselves.

Loren, Seena, and the other two who had just arrived were currently hovering silently in the air above the Bounty Hunters Guild, quietly observing this farce.

None of the four had any intention of going down, just like people who had come specifically to watch the show...

However, down below at the entrance of the Bounty Hunters Guild, Cook P. Jones was nowhere to be seen.

He, being the first to arrive, had already entered the Bounty Hunters Guild before that group of Dwarves, who were clearly plastered on cheap booze, had surrounded and blocked the entrance.

This group of Dwarves, obviously drunk on inferior liquor, now forbade anyone from entering or exiting the Bounty Hunters Guild!!

The power of the cheap alcohol had gone to the heads of these stubborn Dwarves, making them utterly fearless...

What's the Bounty Hunters Guild? Let my big hammer do the talking!!

It was precisely this kind of drunken behavior, bordering on sheer mischief, that made the many races of the Beastkin Star Domain adopt an attitude of keeping a respectful distance from the Dwarf race.

If not for the Dwarves' exceptional skill in forging Superhuman equipment, they would have a hard time even securing a place to live in any city within the Beastkin Star Domain...

Although these Dwarves loved drinking, causing trouble, fighting, and creating disturbances everywhere, their craftsmanship was genuinely superb, so some of their "minor flaws" could be tolerated...

In the eyes of the residents of Hekahn City's central district, regarding this blockade incident, these perennially drunken and disorderly Dwarves should be dealt with quickly by the people from the Bounty Hunters Guild.

Just like the handling measures taken by most factions in the past.

First, send out several Powerful Individuals to give these Dwarves a sound beating, then tie them up. After the Dwarves sober up, discuss the matter of compensation...

At the very end of the affair, Hekahn City's municipal council would arrive with powerful members of the law enforcement guard to collect a hefty public order fine from these trouble-making, drunken Dwarves...

These short-tempered shorties, whose blood practically runs with strong liquor, are truly wealthy, and they really will jump up to punch your kneecaps...

But as time passed, these Hekahn City residents watching the spectacle finally noticed something amiss...

The Bounty Hunters Guild's entrance had been blocked for so long, yet no one was handling the situation.

The law enforcement guard responsible for maintaining order in Hekahn City had also not appeared...

And Hekahn City's municipal council and the law enforcement guard's headquarters were located on the very next street over from the Bounty Hunters Guild.

Things were becoming strange.

In the past, drunken, trouble-making Dwarves were always dealt with immediately. Over the years, everyone had gained experience in handling these Dwarves.

But tonight, so much time had already passed!

Neither the Bounty Hunters Guild nor the law enforcement guard responsible for city order had sent anyone to handle this matter...

It was as if they were intentionally letting these Dwarves make as much trouble as they pleased...

And this permissive attitude from both the city's law enforcement guard and the Bounty Hunters Guild attracted more and more Superhumans who came to watch the spectacle.

The deep night had also completely descended by this time.

As more and more Superhumans arrived upon hearing the news, someone finally brought the reason for this "Dwarf gathering and ruckus."

A tall werewolf clad in a black cloak used its naturally cruel and low voice to narrate the hidden details of tonight's farce to those around it.

"According to Dwarf tradition, the Dwarves hold a celebration every winter to praise the God of Flame and Forging whom they revere."

"Legend says that God of Flame and Forging is a white-bearded Dwarf wielding a massive forging hammer."

"It was He who descended a Miracle, personally passing down the craft of forging Demigod artifacts to the Dwarves." 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"It was also He who enabled all Dwarves to master unique and profound forging techniques."

"Similarly, it is He who protects the Dwarves within the Star Realm."

"Therefore, this celebration is also the most important festival of the year for the Dwarves."

"On this day, they buy fine wine in advance, light a huge bonfire, and raise their forging hammers to strike them against each other!"

"Amidst the clashing sounds of the forging hammers, the Dwarves drink and loudly sing hymns in praise of that God of Forging!"