440 Return (2/2)

”Let's go back, shall we?” Li Lin yawned. He exchanged meat-fighting tips with the brothel workers every day, it would be a wonder if he wasn't tired. ”I don't know how much experience I'll get after this quest is completed.”

Roland said, ”Don't be in a hurry. Let's go to the mayor's manor and look through it; we might find something valuable. This is a special location formed after being forcibly torn apart by magic, so a lot of things should have retained their original appearance.”

Husseret, as a Thief, loved this sort of thing, and his eyes lit up at the news. ”Of course we have to go, let's see if we can scavenge something.”

In the end, the mayor's manor really allowed Roland and the others to scavenge a lot of gold coins and gems, and after getting a sweet taste of this, they went back to the large manors in the city to scavenge and found a lot more.

It took a day and a night, and the results were pleasing: an amount of nearly two hundred gold coins, and many gems.

Roland didn't ask for gold coins. He offered to take all the gems instead because gems were good magic materials.

He now had enough gold coins.

So, the gold coins were split amongst the others, while Roland received many magic materials.

After coming out of the ground, Roland and the others returned to Pine Wind City and they tried to get the carriage back, but the innkeeper looked embarrassed.

He swallowed and didn't say where the wagon was, but said he was willing to compensate Roland and the others for their losses and buy them a new wagon.

There was nothing special about the carriage that Roland and the others had come to Pine Wind City in.

Presumably, seeing that they hadn't come back for a long time, the innkeeper thought they were in trouble and died, so he pawned the carriage as if it was no one's property.

This was just a guess by Roland and the others. The innkeeper asked the staff to go outside and bring a carriage back, and just as Roland and the others were about to leave, the innkeeper suddenly whispered to them, ”Sirs, don't go through the east gate, go through the west gate. Someone is looking for you.”

With that said, the innkeeper returned to the inn as if nothing had happened.

They looked at each other, and four of them immediately jumped into the carriage to hide their figures, while Husseret pulled on the hood that was characteristic of the Thief's outfit to cover his face.

The carriage rocked toward the west gate. The west gate here also collected tolls, but since most of the caravans came and went from the west gate, it was very busy, so in most cases, as long as a few bronze coins were given, the soldiers here would let them through without making too many inquiries.

Passing the west gate, Husseret uncovered his hood and the carriage drove down the small trail lined with trees. He turned back at the same time and asked, ”Is someone looking to start trouble with us again?”

”It's not just trouble for us, it's trouble for the entire player community.” Roland had already connected to the forum by now. ”I saw on the forum during the day yesterday that the alliance of churches have surrounded the city of Sisilia, and are probably besieging it now. And we, as Golden Sons, are probably included on the monitoring list. I'll see if there's a live feed of the battlefield—found it, there really is.”

Li Lin and the others immediately went to the forum to watch the livestream.

At this point, the number of viewers in the livestream had exceeded ten million, meaning that many non-gamers, who were also in the real world, stayed up all night to watch the drama at triple-speed.

After all, the time ratio between the game world and the real world was 3 to 1.

The livestream's view was that of the players on the defensive, and as soon as it started, Roland saw a hail of arrows and colorful ballistic spells raining down from all over the sky.

The livestream camera was incredibly shaky; the livestreamer kept running around.

His quick gasps, the explosions of falling spells, the screams around him, and the sound of walls crumbling in the distance all blended together.

Just by seeing this scene, Roland knew that Sisilia would never be able to hold.

The scene showed soldiers being lifted off the ground by the blast of magic, being frozen, or falling with the wall and being covered in debris in the blink of an eye.

At first, this livestreamer worked hard to return fire with his bow and arrow and dragged the living defenders to safety.

But as more and more people died in front of him at an exaggerated rate, his gasps for air became tinged with cries.

”How did this happen, how did this happen!” The livestreamer fell to his knees at the edge of a pile of crumbling walls, looking at the bodies of his comrades and then at the dense sea of people beyond the walls.

The white, yellow, green, and purple Priest robes formed a multicolored alliance that had no end, as if they reached to the end of the world.

Countless balls of light from spells rose and fell from the alliance.

The protective boundary of Sisilia had already been destroyed, and these balls of light fell unhindered onto the walls and even into the city.

Masses of houses were collapsing, and the screams and cries of civilians were clearly audible even amidst the intense bombardment of spells.

Countless lives were withering away.

Roland sighed and turned off the livestream.

He couldn't watch it any longer.

The others switched off the livestream one after another. At this moment, the carriage suddenly stopped and Husseret's voice came from the front: ”Brothers, someone is trying to trouble us.”

Roland lifted the curtains and saw a procession in purple Priest's robes stop in the middle of the road in front of the carriage.

The group of people looked at them unkindly.