“… …”
The blue-haired girl Ika, who was introduced, nodded slightly to everyone, as if to say hello, but still didn't say a word.
“… …cough cough.”
Irus cleared her throat.
"Esmeron, you probably don't know the people here yet~."
As he said this, he extended his hand towards Hulim.
"she is--"
"Hulim Hyeral." Esmeron said lightly.
"Uh..." Irus' smile froze.
"Although I knew about it a long time ago, this is the first time I've seen it in person."
"Hello," Hulim replied politely. "Thank you for recruiting me, Mr. Sage. However, for various reasons, I cannot meet your expectations."
"That's fine. The original intention of the White Tower to recruit geniuses like you was to prevent your talents from being buried. Your strength has already proven that there is no need for you to enter the White Tower."
"Ha, ha ha... So you know Hulim."
Irus stretched out her hand towards Hena with a somewhat stiff movement.
"You probably don't know this person, she is——"
"Henna, the Divine Bow Warrior." Esmeron said again lightly, and then glanced at Irus.
“…you’ll know when you see it.”
The clothes Hena wears are basically shoulderless, and the brave emblem on her shoulder can be seen at a glance, so her identity is indeed easy to identify.
“… …”
The corners of Irus' mouth twitched slightly.
The right hand turned very stiffly.
"Pralulu Phil, isn't this your niece? She is also the Warrior of the Divine Staff this time." This time, before Irus even had time to speak, Esmeron answered first.
“… …”
"Mike Kedar."
It’s still a quick response.
But Esmeron also glanced at Laqi.
"They do look alike. If possible, I hope you won't include bragging about your granddaughter in important letters in the future."
“… …”
“… …” (Angry!)
This stinky old man...
Crack! Pop! .
The bonfire burned quietly, with slight popping sounds from time to time.
Papa~!
Irus suddenly clapped her hands and said with a smile:
"Okay, that's all for the introduction~!"
What an abrupt turn...
Everyone around the campfire complained silently in their hearts.
"Stinky old man... No, Esmeron, since we've met, how about we head to Wind Rock City together?"
Esmeron slowly raised his head and glanced at her, his eyes wandering among the crowd.
"I heard Vlamir was with you. Why isn't he here?"
“Hey~!”
Irus's eyes suddenly lit up, and she said in a proud tone:
"I thought you, an old man who spends all day in the tower, knew everything. But it turns out there are things you don't know~!"
"Looks like I'll have to explain it all in the end~!"
“… …”
"Simply put, the Aegis Hero Analond is the commander of the incoming dwarf army and cannot leave the group. Furthermore, considering that the Demon King's army has already invaded this continent, we can't let him lead the team alone, so Vlamir stayed behind to provide protection."
"I see."
Sage Esmeron responded calmly, and then, like the Book Hero Ika, fell silent with an expressionless face.
Crack~, snap~.
By the campfire.
“… …”
Irus looked at the two of them speechlessly, feeling completely bored.
"Speaking of which..."
"Esmeron, do you have any news about Alante? I and others can't contact him."
"Alante? I don't know."
"That's strange. Given his personality, he should have been at the front long ago. Where did he go..."
... ...
call--!
The howling night wind continued to blow across the wasteland.
An unkempt middle-aged man stood in the wind, his loose robe fluttering in the strong wind.
He rested his right hand on the hilt of the sword, his sharp eyes staring straight ahead, as if he wanted to see through the darkness.
"Master, you've been standing here for a long time. Do you...know the way?"
The short-haired boy holding a sword next to him asked with a subtle look on his face.
"Don't make noise—"
Sword Saint Alante raised his left hand to stop him.
"As a teacher, I am relying on my intuition to choose the most correct path."
"Intuition again... Master, your intuition has been leading us astray for six months."
"Um?!"
Alante's eyes narrowed, he glanced sideways, and angrily shouted at his apprentice:
“It’s so noisy—!”
"If you have the free time, hurry up and practice swordplay! If you keep slacking off, how long will it take you to catch up with your senior brothers and sisters?"
"Who's been lazy?"
"Hmm? So you're saying you're pretty good~."
Alante's eyes gradually narrowed, and a dangerous light emanated from his pupils.
"Well... ..."
A drop of cold sweat slid down his forehead. Yamen realized something was wrong and immediately wanted to turn around and run away.
"Master, I think you're absolutely right! I've learned from my mistakes and realized that the time I spend practicing swordsmanship is still too short. I think we should increase it to eighteen hours a day."
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