428 You Think Youre Smart? (1/2)

Looking at the crowd that was drawing near, Husseret remarked, ”Are they here for someone other than us?”

”I don't think so.” Brazil shook his head. As a Hunter, he was very sensitive about other people's maliciousness.

His first specialty as a Hunter was exactly Humanoid Nemesis, which made him very sensitive about the maliciousness of human-like creatures.

In game terms, a circle of red spots were surrounding him on his mini-map.

Naturally, his friends believed him.

Roland thought for a moment and said, ”Let's go down. If they're here for us, we can't get away from them. After all, we still have a quest in Northern Dawn Woods.”

Betta pondered it and asked, ”It's a shame that I sent Glinton away for an errand. Otherwise, he could likely talk to the people in this place.”

”Is he very powerful?”

”He's the heir to Bronze Drum City. He told me that he knew all the mayors in Hollevin.”

Brazil failed to perceive Betta's implication. He asked, ”He can't help us even if he knows the mayors. The people that are coming at us are clearly mercenaries.”

Betta blinked his eyes and muttered a response. He wasn't very familiar with Brazil and didn't know what he should say.

Roland said with a smile, ”Those mercenaries are clearly members of the Silver Mercenaries who just kicked us away. They rented the Northern Dawn Woods from the mayor, so if we knew the mayor, we might be able to pull some strings.”

Brazil hummed a response.

He was a straightforward person who was too lazy to think about complicated things, or he wouldn't have become a Hunter dealing with beasts in the woods all the time in this game when he was not with his friends.

While talking, Roland led his friends downstairs.

As they had seen, the mercenaries had surrounded the hotel and driven away all the guests except Roland's gang.

They were standing in a circle in the lobby.

At the center of the circle was a middle-aged man in silver armor.

Naturally, the armor wasn't made of armor; it was simply varnished with silver powder, which didn't cost as much.

Seated in the middle of the mercenaries, the man laid one of his arms on the table, supporting his body, while he drank wine with his other hand. He looked rather majestic.

Roland came down leading his friends.

Seeing the strangers, F6 all mumbled and realized that they were hostile.

There were about twenty mercenaries here. Most of them were level two or three. But the man at the center was a level-ten Master.

On his left and his right were a level-five Archer and a level-six Shield Warrior respectively.

Their lineup was rather impressive in a small country like Hollevin.

Though the enemy seemed powerful, Roland felt that his side had advantages if they started a fight.

Li Lin was from a rich family, and he was the most short-tempered among his friends. He simply went ahead and smashed his giant sword on the table, leaving a white mark on the thick desk with a noise.

Looking at the middle-aged man, he said angrily, ”Why have you surrounded us with all these people?”

”A Barbarian?” The middle-aged looked at Li Lin up and down and sneered. ”Since when are Barbarians qualified to talk to me? Get the hell out of here if you don't want to be embarrassed.”

”S*it!” Li Lin almost jumped to his feet in fury, but he held himself back after a moment of thought. He stood up and said to Roland, ”You talk to him.”

Then he stepped aside.

Brazil and Husseret were both laughing to one side.

Husseret, in particular, couldn't be more amused. ”Do you not know the social status of Barbarians? You really didn't learn anything in the past year.”

”Stop talking.” Li Lin heaved a sigh. ”It's really ironic when so many people call me Young Master Li respectfully in reality but look down on me in the game.”

Brazil and Husseret laughed even more delightedly. They were in a jolly mood.

Roland, on the other hand, sat down before the middle-aged man and said with a smile, ”Am I qualified to talk to you?”

”You are a Mage. You certainly are.” The middle-aged man nodded and tapped the table. ”Is the noble near you lower than you?”

The middle-aged man looked at Betta.

As part of his class setting, Betta's noble identity couldn't be ignored by regular people.

Betta waved his hand. ”Brother Roland can take care of everything.”

”Okay.” The middle-aged man found it odd, but he didn't want to pursue it further.