"What's going on? Could it be that something really happened in Tacoma?"
In a certain hotel, a group of people gathered around...
Sean and the mercenary team were also there.
This was the fourth night since everyone left Lietis. From this place, they were gradually approaching the southeastern region. It was said that once they crossed the mountains in the south, they would officially enter the jurisdiction of the cities in the southeastern region.
There are very few people coming here, and there are almost no caravans or travelers on the road. The mercenaries also meet at nearby inns every night according to their habit during the journey to exchange useful information with each other.
What attracted the most attention today was that a mercenary team had retreated because they could not stand the fog ahead, and were now being surrounded by people for questioning.
"Yeah, what happened? Why did you come back when you were fine?"
Surrounded in the center was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his thirties...
Of course, he could be under thirty years old. Mercenaries would look very old if they didn't shave and had some dust on their faces.
He was sitting in the middle of the hotel lobby, not far from the table where Sean and the others were sitting...
"What happened?"
"Don't make any noise. You don't even give people a chance to speak."
The crowd gathered around but couldn't get anything out of them, and instead the quarrel started among themselves.
Sean glanced over there briefly...
Aside from a bunch of people with [Curious!], [Anxious!], and [Expecting!] statuses, there was only one person with a negative status.
That is the man surrounded in the center.
【disturbed! 】
And it also has a hint of [Disease!] effect.
The way it manifests isn't magic, but a negative state...
"That man is sick," Sean whispered.
"Ah? Who is Master Sean talking about?" Jonathan, who was sitting next to him, looked in the direction of his gaze. The only person who could be singled out from the crowd was the man in the middle.
"Is he ill? But he looks just frightened."
"The person who just had the symptoms may not have noticed it themselves..." Sean said.
In fact, the other person’s illness is not a big deal, but the other person just came back from a place ahead of himself, which means that there is a problem with the so-called fog?
"Everyone, be quiet!"
At this time, someone was finally able to call everyone back.
"Listen to him, didn't you come here to hear the result? What are you all arguing about? If you make another noise, I'll throw you out." The voice came from the attic of the hotel, a loud male voice.
Sean glanced up slightly and saw a gloomy face under the short golden hair, with a scar faintly visible.
Because the light was poor at night and there were so many people in the hall, Sean couldn't see clearly... but he was sure there was something on the face.
The properties above the head show:
9000/9000, Neutral
He is also a Level 9 Orderer, which is considered a high level among mercenaries.
"Who is this?"
"Lucard. He is a famous professional warrior in Lietis. It is said that Prince Philip once wanted to invite him to work in the Prince's Palace but he refused. He is very famous among mercenaries. I didn't expect him to come!" Jonathan beside him explained.
So that's it.
No wonder he was able to subdue these mercenaries.
Although mercenaries have a free status, they are sometimes the most difficult to talk to, especially when there are many of them together... They have no discipline at all and are not used to following the arrangements of others. They are like a mob.
This is probably why mercenaries can be used as auxiliary but must never be mixed with regular troops, otherwise they may become a burden.
And Lucard must have a high reputation among the mercenaries. Whenever he speaks, no one dares to reply...
"Let him talk slowly. Brother, tell us, what exactly happened here? Why hasn't there been any news from the guild in the southeast region for so long?" He stood on the attic and looked down at the man sitting in the middle.
The mercenaries around also wisely walked away, giving the people in the center a chance to "breathe".
"I... I don't quite remember." The man still looked uneasy, and his speech was confused due to this uneasy feeling.
"Don't remember? How many of you participated in this team?"
"There are seven of us who set out from Rietis together..." As he spoke, a look of [fear!] appeared on his head.
"Where are the others?"
"They were all lost in the fog."
Lost...
"Why did you get lost? What's in the fog?" Lucard asked.
Everyone present wanted to know the answer.
"There was nothing, but we couldn't get out... and we couldn't get in either. The deeper we went, the more we couldn't see anything. I was walking, but then I realized my teammates had completely disappeared. I started to get scared, so I kept running back and kept soaking..."
When he said this, he could see that the man was obviously trembling.
"Then I happened to meet the person who came later." The man looked at Lucard above. If he hadn't been there, he probably wouldn't have said this.
The person is missing, and he is a teammate next to him!
For a moment, the entire hotel lobby was in an uproar with discussion. No matter how they thought about it, it was impossible.
"You're not lying to us, are you? How could you just get lost? If the fog was too thick, you could just walk hand in hand. Besides, the Black Feather Knights passed by a while ago, so they must have gone there too." The other mercenaries in the inn still refused to believe it.
Even Jonathan, the initiator of this mercenary team, couldn't understand this statement.
“People will get lost?”
"Master Sean, do you think it's possible?" Several people would always ask themselves subconsciously.
Because in their opinion, he is stronger with the title of Silver-level bounty hunter. During this period, Sean also asked indirectly about the ranking of bounty hunters. Silver-level is already the third tier. Above it are only Gold-level and Steel-level photogenic hunters, and there are three more levels behind them.
That's why they think they are the strongest fighter in the whole team, but only Sean knows that the strongest person should be the alchemist Alphonse...
"He looks terrified the whole time. He's not lying, but it will affect his memory... We can't believe it completely, but we have to. It seems we need to make further preparations." Sean's words made everyone nod.
Well……
It seems that the title of boss will always be with me.
"Then what should we prepare?" The topic returned to themselves.
Mist, and disease...
Sean thought about it.
"Sir Alphonse, can you get some special potions? At least they can ensure that we don't lose each other in the fog, but we won't get sick..."
"This isn't difficult," Alphonse said.
As for the rest, Sean hasn’t figured it out yet.
As I was looking at everyone in the hall, I noticed someone with a red favorability in a corner...
【cold】
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