Aruslin knew very well that Moon Shadow was at a moment of life and death. If the chairman was too fascinated by the party to see the news on the Internet, it would be a big problem.
Thankfully, what he worried about didn't happen. A few minutes later, he finally saw Cedarnik's post on the guild's homepage.
"All guild members, be they in soul form or alive, go to a town about ten kilometers northeast of Isnas. There's another Temple of Life there. You can choose to resurrect there and gather there. The temple in the city has been occupied. Don't resurrect again. You'll lose ten percent of your EXP every time you die. "
Aruslin was greatly relieved to see the post. He crawled back into the game cabin and entered the game again.
About fifteen minutes ago …
Roland was relieved to see that Li Lin, Raffel, and Brazil had the situation under control. He slowly walked to the east of the city wall, where there was a staircase leading down. Hardly had he reached the corner when he saw a team of soldiers waiting quietly below the stairs.
Under the clear moonlight, this group of about fifty soldiers wore grayish-brown leather armor, and each of them had a long spear in their hands.
The tips of their spears were rather cold under the moonlight.
Roland's first reaction was that the soldiers were here to ambush him. Were they Moon Shadow's backup plans?
Subconsciously, he was about to cast Ice Ring, but he soon abandoned the idea.
It was because the soldiers all turned their heads and looked away when they saw him, not daring to make eye contact with him.
In front of the soldiers was a commander, who was obviously the captain who led him to the city wall earlier.
So, it's them … Roland was greatly relieved.
"Why are you still here?" Roland asked as he walked down.
The captain looked normal when he talked to him earlier, but there was more fear in his eyes at this moment. "We're taking turns to rest."
Taking turns to rest?
Roland raised his eyebrow, but he didn't want to meddle in other people's business. He simply said, "Take a good rest. I'll be on my way."
"Of course," said the captain with a smile.
Then, Roland left.
After Roland disappeared, the captain heaved a long sigh of relief. The other soldiers were more or less the same.
They stared at the bright red fire not far away, and their eyes were filled with intense fear.
Roland descended the city wall and recalled the map. Then, he followed the road to a remote intersection. There were weeds as tall as half a man. Roland walked over and sat on the ground. The weeds happened to cover his body.
If Cedarnik wanted to return to Moon Shadow's base, he would have to pass this place.
Then, he snapped his fingers, and four colorless, translucent magic spiders the size of ping-pong balls appeared on the grass. Then, they dispersed. Three of them stayed on guard twenty to thirty meters away from him, while the other sped along the road toward the wealthy district.
Those magic spiders were small, but they were not slow. More importantly, they were translucent and hard to be seen at night.
He sat quietly, and after a few minutes, a still image appeared in his mind every five seconds.
The chairman of Moon Shadow and his two deputies left the noble's manor and went all the way to the city gate.
Cedarnik gave a gold coin to the officer who was in charge of the gate. Then, the gate was slowly opened just wide enough for one person to pass through.
They passed through one by one, and the gate was slowly closed.
Then, at the critical moment, the magic spider also dashed out of the narrow gap that was left with only a sliver.
Roland stood up and left a message in the guild system: Cedarnik is out of the city.
Li Lin: "It's exactly as you expected."
Husseret: "Tom the Potbelly is guarding the gate tonight. He doesn't refuse anybody as long as you pay him."
Roland: "Got it."
Roland walked quickly to the city gate. He ran into a few panicked patrol squads on the way. They were yelling on the street and telling the civilians not to come out. They seemed very arrogant, but when they saw Roland and Roland's magic robe, they immediately stopped talking and pretended that they saw nothing. The two parties passed each other.
Ever since the Guild of Rogues established its base here three hundred years ago, the local nobles, the Guild of Rogues, and other forces of professionals had reached a tacit understanding after decades of competition.
During the day, the city belonged to the royal family and the nobles.
But at night, it belonged to the Guild of Rogues and other forces of professionals.
So … a lot of tragedies happened at night. The nobles, on the other hand, were happy to see the professionals killing each other, as long as they weren't involved.
Roland walked quite fast and soon reached the city gate.
Seeing a Mage walking over in the night, all the soldiers guarding the city felt as if they were facing a formidable enemy.
After all, they saw an enormous fireball fall in the northwest corner of the city not long ago.
But under such circumstances, they didn't have the courage to challenge a Mage.
Although they were nervous and scared, they didn't draw their weapons.
After Roland approached, he took out a gold coin and raised it high to show his intention.
The fat officer who had been standing on top of the city gate heaved a sigh of relief. He took out a handkerchief and wiped his fat forehead a few times. "Thank goodness this spellcaster is willing to abide by the rules we set before," he said, feeling relieved.
Then, he shouted, "Open the gate!"
Then, he ran down from the city gate.
He ran very fast, and it was hard for him to run at such a speed with his rotund body.
When he reached Roland, Roland finally realized why he was called Tom the Big-Bellied Monster.
His belly was really big, not because he was fat, but of course, that was also one of the reasons. All in all, his belly was so big that it didn't look like the normal size of a fat monster.
Looking at the gold coin in Roland's hand, Tom said with an obsequious smile, "Sir, I can't accept the gold coin of such an honorable man. It's an insult to your identity and position."
Roland was briefly stunned. "Then, did you accept Cedarnik's gold coin just now?"
Tom seemed to realize something, but he pretended that he didn't. "Of course it's different. Cedarnik is just a barbarian. How can he be compared to a spellcaster like you?"
Well … Warriors were truly pitiful. Cedarnik was already an Elite and the leader of a minor force. He had to have some power.
But those minor nobles still didn't think much of him.
Roland, the strange spellcaster whom Tom had just met, was more respected by Tom.
Although Tom said that he didn't need the gold coin, Roland stuffed the gold coin into Tom's pocket and walked out through the gap of the city gate with a smile.
Tom asked his subordinates to close the city gate. Then, he returned to the watchtower above the city gate and said to the soldiers, "Do you see that? That's what a big shot should be like. He's both gentlemanly and noble. That Cedarnik guy just now was a barbarian. Even the gold coin he gave us smelled of mud. I don't like such gold coins. I'll ask my adjutant to buy a few goats for you with it tomorrow. "
The soldiers cheered happily.
Roland walked on the dirt path, and the three magic spiders jumped off his body again and dispersed nearby, following him as he moved forward, casually watching the surroundings.
Now and then, the static pictures were transmitted from the magic spiders far away.
Cedarnik and his companions walked very fast. It would take a normal person two hours to walk ten kilometers, but as professionals and impatient, it only took them about forty minutes to reach the destination.
It was a town without walls. A group of about eighty people had gathered at an intersection outside the town.
It was buzzing, and it was quite noisy in the night.
Cedarnik and his companions' arrival attracted their attention.
"He's here! He's here! The chairman is finally here! It's time for revenge!"
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