From a certain standpoint, having a map was a good thing … although Rorschach couldn't understand what was drawn on the map.
However, mages' residences and mage towers all had certain rules. If he had a map to follow, he would at least have something to refer to.
After hesitating for a long time, Rorschach wondered if he should show this map personally drawn by the Seven Virtues to the adventurers. After all, there would definitely be experts in geography and maps among them … After considering the wood spirit royalty's reputation (Rorschach seemed to have had one), he finally gave up on this rather tempting option.
It wasn't that Rorschach was overthinking things. He just didn't want the information about this place to fall into the hands of these foreign mercenaries.
Perhaps these adventurers and mercenaries didn't dare to do anything to Roland's group due to the wood spirits and Bair's intimidation. However, if they suddenly disappeared for fun or went on a treasure hunt alone, it would be difficult to investigate.
It wasn't a big deal if they died from traps or the local environment, but it would be a pity if the number of cannon fodder was reduced and the exploration process was affected … Society was a large dye vat. Without realizing it, the honest young man who came from a peaceful world had probably completely disappeared without a trace.
Roland turned around to take a look. As expected of the local adventurer guild's veterans, they had already completed the most basic communication and cooperation.
A dwarf and a gnome riding a mechanical exoskeleton were using a large number of spare parts to build a tent and camp. Three skinny figures had already disappeared from the edge of the platform. As expected of professionals, they dared to jump so casually even though it was so dark below.
It seemed that they had already decided to use this relatively safe floating platform as their initial camp. They had also decided on the first batch of scouts, and they were already on their way to collect information.
And these three who walked over were probably the leaders that had already been discussed.
"Your Highness, your wish is our mission in the Crimson Flame Adventurer Map. Rank 5 Berserker Vincent is willing to serve you."
This tiger-headed beastman spoke Eloine's common language fluently. He didn't have the slightest error in pronunciation that most beastmen had. If it wasn't for the fact that he had worked hard in human society for several decades, then he was most likely a local who was born here.
"Crimson Flame, huh?"
Rorschach nodded silently. The name sounded familiar, but he had never heard of it before.
There were simply too many mercenary groups and adventurer groups, and there were many cases of overlapping names. This kind of adventurer group name that was made up of terms such as color + flame/blood + wind was probably even more common than the four-digit God of War 8888.
Rorschach looked back at his companions. Seviala, Isabella, and Morton. One of the two foreigners was too young, and there was no hope of getting any information from them … In a sense, Rorschach had long forgotten that he was also a young man.
"They're an A-rank adventurer team with two garrisons and more than thirty members. The leaders and officers are all good fighters. Their reputation is pretty good. At the very least, there hasn't been any news of them betraying each other. The number of beastmen in the north is relatively high, and they have a good impression of wood spirits. This Red Tiger Beastman, Vincent, is the leader of the tribe and is also very good at fighting. I've heard that he had the experience of tearing apart a Tier-6 warrior after going berserk. "
The information was immediately sent over via telepathy. Among the mercenaries and adventurers, an old man with a white beard nodded slightly. The Tier-6 emblem on his chest made this old mage highly respected among this group of people.
It was a very common method to infiltrate one's own people in a sea of loose sand.
Old Anthony's experience was also able to provide information about the locals.
"Your Excellency, we will listen to your orders, but as the leader of the 'Radiant Light Brigade,' I have to be responsible for my own members. Please proceed with the exploration under the premise that it is possible to be safe."
This middle-aged man had a scar on his face. Under his bald head, there was indeed a serious and gentle face. He was obviously advising, but his sincere words made people have a good impression of him.
"A good leader who cares about his subordinates …"
Rorschach had a good impression of him. His talent reminded him that this was not a lie. He had originally wanted to find two long-term employees and collaborators. Perhaps the person in front of him was not bad … But soon, he realized that he was still too young.
"Viper Slade, a liar, an acrobat, an evil art master, and a liar. Although he's Tier-6, his actual combat power is Tier-5. Others jokingly say that even his' Tier-5 was obtained through deception '. You can't believe a single word he says. His group is indeed called the Radiant Light Brigade, but everyone who knows them calls them the Blacklight Brigade. There's no good in them. I'll keep an eye on the two members he brought with him. It's better to find an opportunity to kill them. "
Rorschach smiled and nodded. Slade, who thought that he had successfully pleased the "simple" Wood Spirit Prince, was also overjoyed. He laughed "honestly".
Finally, it was a red-haired youth who was a little dull.
"Casa."
His overly simple words and calm expression made one wonder if he had more to say … But in the next moment, he turned around and went back.
"Hehe, this is the most dazzling new star of our Eloine Guild. He's already a Tier-5 Elemental Swordsman at such a young age. Just like you, he has a bad temper and doesn't know how to speak. Please don't mind him, Sir."
Slade seemed to be trying to smooth things over, but Rorschach, who knew what he was saying, felt that even though it was true, it felt like he was deliberately trying to sow discord. It made one feel uncomfortable and most likely could not be believed at all.
"Casa T. Slade. He's a Tier-5 Magic Swordsman. He's very strong and has a good reputation. That's why he was chosen as the representative by the scattered people. He's famous for being a man of few words. I personally feel that he's the most trustworthy person in this group. "
Rorschach still smiled and nodded without saying anything.
Slade, on the other hand, was getting more and more excited. He felt that he had gotten lucky this time and had caught a big fish.
Vincent, who was pushed to the side, was unhappy, but he couldn't do anything about it. His tiger-like eyebrows were twitching in anger.
The truly honest people wanted to say that this was a bastard, but they couldn't find the right words. Even the relatively simple Tigermen wouldn't be so stupid to casually create conflict in the group.
At this moment, a black shadow jumped back onto the platform. As the first scout to return, he brought the news below.
"It's safe down there. It's normal land. The air and water are all normal. It's recommended to set up camp down there."
"… This damned graffiti. Couldn't they have drawn it clearer?"
In the temporary tent, Rorschach opened up the map. The more he looked at it, the more confused he became.
But someone was able to guide the confused him at this moment.
"Throw it aside. When we carried out bombing missions in the past, we often encountered this kind of incomplete map. Sometimes, it's not that there's a problem with the map, but that the basic terrain and situation have changed. The map doesn't have much meaning … When the information is unclear, throw it away. You have to follow your habits and work manual to formulate a plan. Then, take it step by step. The outdated information can be used as a reference for verification."
Rorschach's mouth was wide open. He was a little surprised by how normal Isabella was.
"… Oh right, I almost forgot. You still have the setting of an ace pilot …"
At this moment, even the unbelievably good-tempered Isabella had the urge to beat someone up. She also understood why Rorschach's relationships with people had always been so subtle.
But at least at this moment, when everyone else was at a loss, Isabella's suggestion could still be considered.
Rorschach carefully observed the graffiti and really did see something.
"… I got it. Then, the first place we have to go is to chat with the sun on the map."
"That smiling sun? Isn't that graffiti? "
Hearing Seviala's question, Rorschach's expression became even more strange.
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