53 Poor Players (2/2)
This guy looks so old… Roland asked him, ”Hawk?”
”That's me!”
The young man was obviously fatter than Roland. Excited to see Roland, he shook Roland's hand and announced, ”I've finally found a player other than Link. This game is too huge. It's barely possible to hang around with friends from reality.”
That was true!
Over the past two months, Roland had been with Betta. They had never seen another player.
Roland looked around and asked, ”Should we find a place to drink and talk?”
”I'm okay with that!” Hawk scratched his head. ”But we can't talk to other citizens.”
Roland cast Language Proficiency on himself and Hawk. Then he said, ”We can now, with Language Proficiency.”
”Shoot! Awesome!” Hawk raised his thumbs. ”You are truly the First Mage. Nobody except Warlocks could cast Language Proficiency before I met you.”
Roland smiled politely.
Hawk asked again, ”Can I bring my friend?”
”By all means.” Roland nodded. He also wanted to talk to more players and exchange information with them.
Hawk then led Roland into the city. Eventually, they found another player, Link, in a house that was about to fall. Link was also in ragged clothes.
A strange stink of feces could be detected.
Roland was stunned to see the filthy, collapsing cottage. ”Have you been living in this place?”
”We don't have a choice.” Hawk looked at the sky, tears in his eyes. ”We don't speak the local language, and we have no friends. We starved to death a lot when we entered this game! Even this house was our trophy only after we fought a gang several times.”
Link, who appeared to be an archer, did not say anything, but his eyes were red.
”You starved?” Roland gasped hard. ”What do you eat now?”
”We hunt in the woods. At first, we couldn't catch anything due to the lack of experience, and we starved a few times more,” said Hawk as if he would rather forget the miserable memories. ”Later, we were finally more skilled, but there are few animals around the city. We've been too busy looking for food to increase our level.”
Well, they were truly unlucky!
Roland felt that he was fortunate to have been born in Red Mountain Town, a warmer place.
”Let's go!” Roland patted Hawk's shoulder and said, ”Let's have something good. It's on me.”
Hearing that, the two men leaned close to Roland and stared at him passionately.
Half an hour later, Roland brought them to a decent tavern.
Inside the tavern, there were a lot of mercenaries who seemed rather brutal.
Hawk and Link devoured the meat in their hands like hungry wolves. Compared to them, Roland was much more graceful.
Roland was not focused on food at this moment. He noticed something strange when he came in.