In an enclosed tavern, the fireplace is blazing.

The tavern was silent, except for the occasional crackling of firewood, except for the occasional explosion of oil lamps.

The yellowed oil lamps dispelled the darkness in the tavern, and the warmth of the lamps was so pleasant that you couldn't help but want to lean back in the round chairs for a while.

The wooden floor had a faint fragrance, as if a servant had just dragged it, smooth enough to reflect a human form.

Through the blurred windows of the tavern, one could see that there was a pitch black and infinite chaos outside.

It's like a dangerous and tempting adventure, and it's full of reverie.

A striking announcement was posted on the wall of the tavern, and a face as pale as ischemia took up most of the bulletin.

There was only one round table in the tavern, and five round chairs rested aside.

On the round table was a piece of parchment that seemed to contain a map of a certain place.

With the invisible fluctuations of the space, the round chair began to show illusory human shapes.

Then the illusory figure stared slowly, and adventurers in gear appeared on the round chair.

"Are you there?"

With a calm male voice, the tranquility of the tavern was shattered.

The man who spoke was sitting on a round chair facing the wooden door of the tavern, and judging by the armor he was wearing and the holy emblem he was wearing, he was supposed to be a holy warrior.

"Hmm...... I feel like I need a glass of ciderwine, damn teleportation after-effects. ”

A shrill voice was the first to reply.

The paladin turned his head to look, but he didn't see anyone who spoke.

However, he did not find it strange, but took out a burlap from his backpack and threw it at the round chair that made the sound:

"Lille, in fact I don't mind you standing in a chair...... You just need to step on the burlap and you're good to go. ”

"Oh, thank you for the generosity of Ilya, I mean that."

A small figure deftly climbed onto the round chair, which was too wide for his normal size.

Under the light of the oil lamp, his neatly tied strands of brown hair reflected an oily sheen.

He was about the size of a normal human child, but the wrinkles on his face showed that he was no longer young.

It was a halfling, and judging by the leather armor on his body and the throwing knives and daggers hanging from his waist, he was supposed to be a wanderer.

"I've arrived."

Then a deep voice appeared, and a large creature emerged from the void.

His muscles were bulging, and he was covered in all sorts of scars.

The most conspicuous of them was the hideous knife mark on his face.

It was just a little bit short of cutting to his right eye, but it ended up under his nose.

Fighting in the comprehensive network does not leave scars, but this is not the case in the material world.

This is obviously a warrior with rich experience in fighting and fighting in the sea of corpses and blood.

"Lille and Esak have arrived, but what about Stepan and Jessamine?"

Ilya asked, looking around.

"I've arrived, and there seems to be something wrong with the teleportation."

A crisp female voice responded to him, her voice seemed a little sluggish, the sequelae of teleportation was a relatively uncomfortable thing for a weak mage.

"What about Stepan? Did anyone see him? ”

Ilya said with a slight frown.

They came from the same material realm, and they were united under the guidance of their ancestors.

However, this is the first time they have teamed up for an adventure, and they have all trained and strengthened separately before, because at level 10, Zongwang only provides regular team dungeons.

And this time, it was the precious special scrolls that the ancestors brought out that allowed them to have a temporary team quest of a rehearsal nature before level 10, and the rewards were abundant.

For the rest of his teammates, Ilya is mostly reassuring.

From the introduction of the seniors and the occasional communication activities of the team, Ilya got a general idea of the character of his teammates.

Lille is an experienced wanderer, and despite his age, he has little influence on a wanderer who is not primarily combat-oriented.

Although there are occasional out-of-the-box behaviors, Ilya feels forgivable given the racial nature of the halflings.

After all, although Lille occasionally behaves irregularly and likes to play tricks on others, he is a notoriously good man in the town where he lives.

And Isaac is also a little famous in their small circle, a legendary warrior.

He was born as a slave and gained his free status in the gladiatorial arena through years of fighting.

After gaining free status, Isaac joined the adventure group of one of Ilya's seniors, and was eventually given the right to be recommended by his seniors through his outstanding performance in battle.

In the words of his predecessors:

"You are superfluous for a stable material world. You should belong to the blood and fire, and join the fiercer war. ”

Ilya was initially reluctant to accept an executioner-like figure into his ranks, believing that he had to keep them pure and kind.

But in the end, his predecessors convinced him that the path of kindness is not narrow and singular.

Sometimes it is also necessary to accept some blood-stained people, who are on the verge of evil and good.

As a paladin, Ilya has the responsibility and obligation to guide them to the path of light.

However, Ilya looked at the warrior who was wiping his sword with his head down, and felt quite stressed.

As for Jassamine......

Ilya turned her head to look at her, she was looking at her spell book, her eyes constantly flashing with a faint blue light.

I don't know if I'm recording a spell, or if I'm doing something.

Ilya didn't know much about her, as she spent most of her time studying in her mentor's magic tower.

But listening to what her mentor said, she is a serious and rigorous girl.

Finally, Stepan, who has not yet come.

Ilya's brow furrowed a little deeper.

As a royal descendant of a vast empire in their material realm, Stepan's choice to join Zongwang as a bard was a surprise indeed.

But Ilya, who was appointed captain by his seniors, felt that he was a big problem, and in fact his absence confirmed this time.

Ilya has no prejudice against the aristocracy, but he doesn't think it's reasonable for a descendant of royalty who carries the fate of the empire to choose to be called a Syndicate player.

"Okay...... It looks like Stepan didn't show up for some reason, so let's take a look at the mission briefing for this temporary team dungeon. ”

Ilya summoned his teammates, then spread out the parchment scroll on the round table with the information of the copy and said.

"The final crusade for this quest is likely to be a necromancer, so we'...... Well? ”

Just as everyone was watching the mission briefing, a human figure gradually appeared on another round chair with the fluctuations of space.

"Stepan, being late doesn't match your identity."

Ilya said in a deep voice.

"Stepan? No, apparently you recognized the wrong person. ”

In the slightly stunned eyes of everyone, a shiny bald head appeared......