Chapter 84 - Day and Night Switch (1/2)

The four of them arrived at the Gray Sand tavern first, and it was not long before Betta joined them.

The Gray Sand tavern in the early morning was quite empty and seemed very quiet.

The five of them sat around a black, circular wooden table and introduced themselves to each other. Then, Roland said, “This game is different from the ones we’ve played before, so we can’t apply our past experiences to it. However, we can still try the cla.s.sic wedge formation, after all, none of us have experience with dungeons in this game”

He turned his gaze to Jett and said, “You may have a strong combat ability, but don’t rush into battle when you get into the dungeon. Just follow us and observe, save your strength as much as possible, and help us with support magic at crucial moments.”

Jett nodded. “All right, I’ll follow your lead.”

Roland turned his gaze toward Hawk and Link. “You are both warriors. Tanking and main damage output will fall to you guys. But it’s better to divide in two, one at the front of the line, and the other at the rear.”

Hawk said in response, “I’ll be at the front. I just happened to have learned a s.h.i.+eld specialty.”

Link laughed and said, “I’m a greatsword warrior, I’ll just stay in the back.”

Roland looked toward Betta. “You’re a hybrid cla.s.s. I won’t restrict your position—do as you see fit according to the battle situation.”

Betta nodded.

Roland looked around at the group and said, “We’re just talking in theoreticals now. As to exactly what to do, in reality, we’ll still have to raid the dungeon once to know. The NPCs in this game are dead smart, so I think the kind of slow advancement we see in other games won’t work.”

Everyone felt that Roland made a good point.

Jett said coolly, “You’re the mage. You should be the smartest amongst us, so you should be in charge for now.”

His meaning was quite clear. It was to listen to Roland first, and if Roland couldn’t command well, then have another person take command.

This was nothing new. If one wasn’t competent, then they’d be replaced—it was just that simple in games. And honestly, Roland didn’t really want to command people outside of F6. F6 members trusted and tolerated each other. Even if one of them made mistakes, the others would comfort and help make up for them instead of being angry.

It was difficult to say for outsiders. If not acquainted, who would tolerate your mistakes?

As they spoke, breakfast was served.

Honey bread, boiled mutton with a rank smell, fresh vegetables… and fruit wine.

It was very inconsistent with their tastes, but it couldn’t be helped and they could only put up with it.

Meanwhile, inside the castle, Bard woke up, and under the care of the maidservants in the castle, he got dressed, showered, and went downstairs to the hall.

Many people were already sitting at the long dining table. His own companions were all there, and each of them looked quite lethargic. It may be a.s.sumed that they must have contributed a lot of “foodstuff” last night.

When n.o.bles held banquets, they wished for this to a great degree.

John sat at the head of the table, and an upper-cla.s.s woman and a young girl sat next to him.

He recognized those two people, John’s mother and sister. They were quite good-looking.

In last night’s banquet, the two of them didn’t show up. Generally speaking, in those kinds of chaotic welcome parties, the female members of the host’s family wouldn’t show up.

After Bard said good morning to the three of them, he sat down and ate breakfast.

Compared to what Roland had, the breakfast style here was about the same, except with fresh milk and some exquisite cake.

But even with these seemingly simple items, these dozen people consumed the worth of at least a hundred commoners’ living expenses for ten days in one meal. For the majority of commoners, it would be quite satisfying just to fill their bellies with brown bread.

After breakfast, Bard said he was going for a stroll in the city, so he left the castle with his companions for the time being.

A dozen of them loitered on the streets, and wherever they went, people would make way—they completely appeared to be evil local tyrants.