180 F6 In the Game (1/2)

After sending out the message, Roland had a rest under a tree next to the road.

His carriage had entered the city. Roland gave the coachman twenty silver coins and told him that he would like to hire the man again when he returned to Delpon.

But the coachman for some reason turned him down, although it would be much safer if he were to return with Roland.

There were too many robbers on the road nowadays.

Watching the coachman drive the carriage into the city, Roland suddenly had an idea. He couldn't help but sneer.

One of the two groups of bandits who robbed him were probably the coachman's accomplices, or at least informed by him.

But what was the point?

Robbing a mage?

What was the guy's problem? It was unreasonable.

While Roland was thinking, someone suddenly appeared before him. It was so surprising that Roland almost unleashed his fireball, but he stopped when he saw the newcomer.

Standing before him was a young man in a black robe. He was not short, but he kept his back hunched, which made him look grim.

”Husseret, why do you look like this? It's rather horrible.”

He was one of F6, and he came here immediately after he saw Roland's message.

”I was normal too at first, but after being a Rogue for half a year, I realized that I couldn't stand straight anymore, and that I prefer shadows to light.”

Roland noticed that Husseret was indeed standing in the darkest spot in the vicinity.

”I think you're too devoted to your character,” said Roland casually.

Husseret immediately mocked him back. ”Don't talk about me, you're just the same. Look at you, you're like a classic abstinent mage. I suspect that you will lose interest in women soon.”

Roland shook his head. ”I hardly think so.”

At the very least, he was truly excited when he accidentally saw Vivian's boobs earlier.

”Forget it, let's talk about something else. Isnas is sort of Moon Shadow's territory, and you're a celebrity on the forums. We'd better not alarm them.”

Husseret led the way for him in the shadows along the city wall. After about half an hour, they reached the west side of the city wall.

Nobody was here, and it was very quiet. Also, there were weeds as tall as humans at the bottom of the wall. Husseret looked around and squeezed through the weeds.

Roland followed his example.

At this point, the difference between professionals became obvious.

They were both walking with their backs bent. Husseret was fast and barely touched the weeds, but Roland moved more heavily and disturbed the weeds all the time.

After a while, Husseret stopped amidst the tall weeds and lifted a cover from the ground, revealing a secret tunnel. He walked down first. After Roland joined him, he put the cover back again.

The tunnel immediately turned dark.

The tunnel was suddenly as bright as day.

Husseret was quite amazed. ”How convenient.”