Everybody was slightly surprised that they had been targeted as soon as they arrived.
Looking at the crowd that was approaching, Husseret said, "Is it possible that they're looking for trouble, and we just happen to be here?"
"I don't think so." Brazil shook his head. As a Hunter, he was very sensitive to people's maliciousness.
The first special specialty of his class as a Hunter was Mortal Enemy of Humanoid Creatures, so he was very sensitive to the maliciousness of humanoid creatures.
In game terms, a circle of red dots was surrounding them on his minimap.
They naturally believed what their best friend said.
Roland thought for a moment and said, "Let's go down. Since they're looking for us, we can't hide from them. After all, we have to do quests in the Northern Dawn Woods."
Betta thought for a moment and said, "It's a pity that I asked Glinton to run some errands, or he would've been able to talk to these people."
"Is he very good?"
"He's the heir of Bronze Drum City. He bragged that he knows all the mayors of Hollevin."
Brazil was straightforward and didn't understand what Betta meant. "What's the point of knowing the mayors? They're obviously mercenaries and professionals."
Betta blinked and hummed. He didn't know Brazil well enough to know if he should continue.
Roland said with a smile, "Those mercenaries are obviously the members of the Silver Mercenaries who drove us away just now. They rented the Northern Dawn Woods from the mayor. If they know the mayor, it's possible that we can talk to them."
Brazil hummed and said, "Oh."
That was his personality. He was very straightforward and too lazy to think about so many complicated things. Otherwise, he wouldn't have become a Hunter. In the game, other than a group of friends, he spent all his time wandering the forest and dealing with wild beasts.
While talking, Roland led the other four downstairs.
As he expected, the mercenaries surrounded the tavern and drove away all the guests except Roland and his friends.
A bunch of people stood in a circle in the main hall of the tavern.
In the middle of the circle was a middle-aged man who wore silver armor.
Naturally, the armor couldn't have been made of silver. It was just painted with silver powder.
It didn't cost much.
The man was sitting in the middle of the crowd. He supported half of his body with his right hand on the table, and he was drinking wine in his other hand. He looked quite intimidating.
Roland led the way down.
Seeing this, even F6 murmured that they were indeed unfriendly.
There were about twenty professionals, most of whom were level two or three, but the man sitting in the middle was already a level ten Master.
His left and right hands were an Archer and a Shield Warrior, respectively LV 5 and LV 6.
Such a lineup was already quite impressive in Hollevin.
On Roland's side, apart from Roland, who was level 7, the others were all level 5. There was a gap in top combat power, and there was an even bigger gap in numbers.
At first glance, they seemed to be at a disadvantage, but Roland felt that his side still had the advantage in a real fight.
Li Lin was the second generation of a rich family, and his personality was the most irritable among his friends. He walked straight forward and slammed his giant sword on the table. After a thud, a white mark was left on the thick table.
He looked at the middle-aged man and said unhappily, "What do you mean by bringing so many people to stop us?"
"Barbarian?" The middle-aged man eyed Li Lin up and down and sneered. "Since when is a barbarian qualified to talk to me? Get lost, don't humiliate yourself."
"Damn it!" Li Lin was so angry that he was about to jump up, but on second thought, he held back, stood up again, and said to Roland, "You talk to him."
Then he walked to the side.
Next to him, Brazil and Husseret were both laughing.
Husseret, in particular, laughed very happily. "It's not like you don't know the status of barbarians. You've suffered for nothing in the past year."
"Stop it." Li Lin sighed. "To think that I'm arrogant in reality, and many people call me Young Master Li, but I'm despised to death in the game. How f * cking interesting."
Brazil and Husseret laughed even more happily, and there was a cheerful atmosphere around them.
Roland, on the other hand, sat down in front of the middle-aged man and said with a smile, "I should be qualified to talk to you now, right?"
"Of course you are, Mage." The middle-aged man nodded and tapped the table lightly. "Is the noble boy next to you less important than you?"
The middle-aged man glanced at Betta.
In the class setting, Betta's identity as a noble couldn't be ignored by most people.
Betta waved his hand from behind. "Just leave it to Brother Roland."
"Okay." The middle-aged man found it a little strange, but he didn't want to delve into it.
Mages were by default equal to nobles, so since the real nobles were unwilling to talk, it was fine to talk to the Mages.
The middle-aged man didn't feel insulted.
"You wanted to enter our woods today, didn't you?" The middle-aged man shook his body. His hair was very short, a little crew-cut, and his face looked very plain, but he had the temperament of a leader.
Roland nodded. "But we didn't go in."
"It doesn't matter whether you went in or not." The middle-aged man chuckled. "But we know that there's something inside that attracts you."
Roland raised his eyebrows.
"So!" The middle-aged man leaned forward and put his head not far from Roland. "Can you tell me what you want to take from there?"
Roland leaned back slightly, not because he was afraid of the man.
It was because the middle-aged man's breath was stinky.
Seeing that Roland leaned back, the middle-aged man was amused. He thought that Roland was scared of him.
Roland leaned back further and said, "We were only there to hunt some animals for food. Since we weren't allowed to enter, we came out!"
"Do you think I'm an idiot?" The middle-aged man pointed at Roland and then at Betta. "You're a Mage and a noble. You're obviously well-fed and well-dressed. Even your entourage's clothes look rather good, and you're living in such a hotel. Would you hunt for food? Also, you didn't come to the Northern Dawn Woods to hunt the moment you arrived in this city. Unless you have a purpose. "
Roland closed his eyes. A moment later, he opened them and said, "Can you stay away from me? Your mouth stinks!"
The middle-aged man was stunned.
Everybody in F6 was smiling.
"What if I don't let you?" The middle-aged man lost his composure. He looked rather awful.
"Then we'll be leaving." Said Roland casually.
After staring at Roland for a while, the middle-aged man sat back in his chair.
Roland continued, "What's your name?"
"Spara, deputy captain of the Silver Mercenaries." The middle-aged man snorted. "As expected of a Mage. You're very cunning. You've taken the initiative away from me. However, I'll make it clear that you won't be able to enter the Northern Dawn Woods if you don't state your purpose. "
Roland tapped the table softly and stared at the middle-aged man's face. A moment later, he asked, "You're not going to ask who we are?"
"That's unnecessary. We know that you're a Golden Son. We wouldn't have come here if you weren't a Golden Son, because everybody knows that there's wealth wherever the Golden Sons show up. Your behavior is exactly like your name. You're a race that pursues gold and wealth. "
Not just Roland, even Brazil and the others found it hard to believe.
"You're bold enough to come to us after knowing that we're Golden Sons?" Roland was slightly surprised.
"That's right. You're immortal. It's very impressive that you can be resurrected. " The middle-aged man nodded and said, "But that's not a reason for us to be scared of you. After all, the incident in Winterwind has shown that the Golden Sons have a weakness."
What happened?
Roland looked back at Brazil and Li Lin.
They shook their heads, indicating that they didn't know what the so-called "weakness" was. But Betta pondered for a moment and said, "I'm told that the black leaf players deleted their accounts after the queen killed them hundreds of times. So, there's a rumor among the nobles that the Golden Sons dare not attack human beings if they don't provoke or hurt them, or they'll be hunted down and banished from this world by the gods."
Roland nodded.
Betta continued, "Also, it's true that our people have been much more restrained recently, so they feel that we don't dare to act recklessly."
It wasn't a feeling, but the players did dare not attack them.
After all, they wanted to play the game for a while longer.
There was only one such game in the world right now, and the game developer refused to release more virtual cabins. If they were marked with a black leaf, they would have to say goodbye to the game, and they might even want to jump off a building.
Roland looked back at the middle-aged man and said with a smile, "It's true that we dare not attack them, but you dare not attack us either, or we'll have a legitimate reason to fight back."
"The best you can do is beat us up. How dare you kill us?" Spara burst into laughter. "Mercenaries like us aren't even scared of death. How can we be beaten up? Besides, we don't intend to do anything to you. However, you won't be able to enter the Northern Dawn Woods if you don't tell us your purpose. We'll kick you out the moment we see you. "
"Think about it."
Spara smiled proudly and left with a group of professionals.
After the Silver Mercenaries left, Li Lin frowned. "What do we do now? That guy's way of doing things is rather disgusting. He thinks that we're going to make money and wants a share of it. Damn it, I hate the smart and disgusting NPCs the most. They're hard to deal with. We can't beat them up, and we'll be laughed at as cowards if we leave. "
Roland stood up and said, "This Spara is rather stupid. He dares to waste time on the Golden Sons."
This time, Li Lin was reluctant. "Hey, I just said that he's hard to deal with, and you said that he's stupid. Are you implying that I'm stupid?"
Roland stared at him blankly, not saying a word.
"Damn it!" Li Lin cursed himself helplessly.
Roland smiled and said, "Husseret, go and investigate the Silver Mercenaries, including their scale, base, and sphere of influence. Then, Betta and the rest of us will wander in their territory after we get the intelligence and try to trigger quests. I don't believe that such an arrogant mercenary group has never bullied anyone. We'll beat them up one by one after we get the quests. Let's see if they dare to fight back. Let's see how long they can last! "
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