The four of them arrived at the Gray Sand Tavern first, and it wasn't long before Betta arrived as well.
There weren't many people in the Gray Sand Tavern in the early morning, and it seemed very quiet.
The five of them sat around a round black wood table and introduced each other, then Roland said, "This game is different from the ones we've played before, so we can't apply our past gaming experience. However, we can still try the classic Iron Triangle formation. After all, none of us have dungeon experience in this game. "
He turned his gaze to Jett and said, "You may have strong combat power, but don't be in a hurry to fight after entering the dungeon. Follow behind us and observe for a while, try to conserve your strength, and help us with support magic at critical moments."
Jett nodded. "Okay, I'll listen to you."
Roland then looked at Hawk and Lynk. "Both of you are Warriors, so the resistance and the main damage will depend on you. But it's best to split into two directions, one at the front of the team, and the other to protect the back of the team. "
Hawk answered, "I'll be at the front, and I happen to have learned the shield specialty."
Lynk smiled and said, "I'm a Greatsword Warrior, so I'll stay at the back."
Roland looked at Betta. "You're a compound class, so I won't limit your position. Do as you see fit according to the situation."
Betta nodded.
Roland looked around at the crowd and said, "Right now we're just talking on paper. What we should do, in reality, we still have to go through the dungeon once to know. The NPCs in this game are damn smart, so I don't think the slow advancement direction we used before might work. "
They all agreed that Roland's words made sense.
Jett said indifferently, "You're a Mage and should be the smartest among us, so you'll have the final say for now."
His meaning was clear: listen to you first, and if you don't command well later on, then switch people.
This was nothing; if you weren't capable, you'd be demoted. It was that simple in the game. And to be honest, Roland didn't really want to command people outside of F6. F6 members trusted and tolerated each other, and even if they made a mistake, the others wouldn't get angry, but would instead comfort and help make up for the mistake.
It was hard to say for outsiders; who wouldn't tolerate your mistakes if they weren't acquaintances?
As they spoke, breakfast had been served.
Honey bread, stinky boiled lamb, lettuce … and fruit wine.
It didn't suit Roland and the others' tastes at all, but they had no choice but to make do with it.
Meanwhile, in the castle, Bard had already woken up. With the help of the castle maids, he put on his clothes, took a bath, and then went downstairs to the hall on the first floor.
Many people were already seated at the long dining table. His companions were all there, and all of them looked dispirited. It seemed that they must have contributed a lot of 'food' last night.
This was the main reason why the nobles held banquets.
Sitting at the head of the table was Hardedef. Beside him were a noblewoman and a young girl.
He also knew these two people. They were John's mother and sister. They were all quite good-looking.
Neither of them showed up at the banquet last night. Generally speaking, the female members of the host's family would not attend such a chaotic 'welcome' banquet.
After greeting the three of them, Bard sat down and ate his breakfast.
Compared to Roland's, the breakfast style here was similar, except for the addition of fresh milk and some exquisite cakes.
But even with these seemingly simple things, these people had eaten at least ten days' worth of living expenses for hundreds of commoners. For most commoners, it was already good enough to eat black bread until they were full for breakfast.
After breakfast, Bard said that he was going to take a walk in the city, so he left the castle with his companions for the time being.
The dozen or so people wandered the streets, and everywhere they passed, people gave way, completely looking like street tigers.
After walking for a while, the group split into several groups and dispersed, each looking for their own fun.
Bard, on the other hand, went to a tavern with another young noble Mage and booked a room for a secret conversation.
"Last night, Hardedef and I said something very interesting."
Bard repeated what he heard last night to the young man opposite him, and then he said, "How much of what Hardedef said do you think is true?"
"It's all true. These things can be found out after a quick investigation, there's no need to lie to us. " The young man sneered. "But his intentions are not pure. He seems to want to make us hostile to Roland and the other Golden Sons, which is quite interesting. The waters in the capital are ten times deeper than here. Does he really think we're all fools that we can survive until now with our arrogant appearances? "
"Then what do you think?" Bard sat on a chair, took a sip of wine, and asked, "How do you want to get to Roland's side?"
"Continue to be unreasonable with him. We're the descendants of great nobles and people from the headquarters, why should we give in to him?" The young man chuckled and said, "But remember, fight without breaking. We can have a bad relationship, but we can't be mortal enemies. I'm curious, why does Hardedef want us to be hostile to the Golden Sons? I think there's a profit to be gained in this matter. "
Bard also sneered. "I think so too."
At this time, Roland's team of five had already set off.
Betta shared the quest with the others, and then the five of them followed the quest's instructions and left the city, heading for the northern suburbs, through the forest, cutting their way through brambles and thorns, entering a depression surrounded by mountains on all sides, and finally finding the entrance to the tomb.
An entrance that was completely covered by dense weeds.
Without the system's instructions, they wouldn't have believed that this place was the entrance.
Even so, it took Hawk and Link nearly ten minutes of chopping with their longswords to clear the weeds near the entrance.
The dark, seemingly rather deep entrance appeared in front of the five of them.
They looked at each other and immediately lined up. Hawk walked in front with his shield, Betta in the second, Roland and Jett in the third, and Link in the last according to the plan.
As soon as the five of them entered the cave, they stopped in unison.
At the same time, they received a system message: Dungeon quest detected, do you want to start the dungeon?
The five of them glanced at each other again, and then immediately performed a "confirmation."
Just after the five of them confirmed, the surrounding space suddenly distorted for a moment, and the sun swooped down to the other side of the mountain. The moon rose, and the stars shone.
The transition between day and night took only a few seconds.
"A forced plot environment?"
Roland muttered.
Hawk took out a torch from his Backpack and was about to light it, but Roland was a step faster. Four illumination balls of light appeared out of thin air, floating in the air and illuminating the surroundings.
"How convenient." Hawk put away his torch and marveled, then he asked Jett, "Do you priests know how to?"
"Illumination, the most basic spell, has no attack power." Jett shrugged. "This evaluation alone is enough to make us completely give up on it. Priests have a limit on spell slots. Only mages would learn this kind of thing, and they don't have a limit on spell slots. "
At this moment, Betta interjected from the side, "I reckon there aren't many mages who are willing to learn it. They aren't like us Warlocks and Priests, who can learn a spell with a ding. They have to figure out the spell model themselves, which is a waste of time. Brother Roland is a rare exception. "
"The number of mages is getting smaller and smaller now." Hawk sighed. "About half of the mages in our guild forum have already deleted their accounts and started over. There are still many who are barely hanging on. They say that this profession is boring, calculating data and doing experiments every day. I reckon the game development team deliberately used this method to limit the number of mages. "
Hearing this, Roland was also a little disappointed. He then sent a ball of light into the cave and said lightly, "Let's not talk about other things, let's go down the dungeon first."
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