Three days afterward.
Starting that day, the White Raven guild had a two-story building in the city of New Beginnings. It was located in the Guild District where all the other guilds active in Edinburgh had their branches.
The building looked old and decrepit. Arrays and runes previously carved in the premises had been erased in haste. As a result, some runes meant to exude light were turning off and on sporadically. Like some haunted theme park made for mortals' entertainment.
It had broken windows and cracked walls. The arrays meant for water generation had malfunctioned, spraying jets of water in between.
It wouldn't take a genius to figure out that the building needed a thorough revamp. Eren felt like discarding all his tasks and becoming a robber to satiate his ever-increasing need for money. No matter how much he earned and conned people, his needs would always find ways to make holes in his sleeves.
