554 You Dont Understand (1/2)

The guards around the building all tried to hold back their laughter after seeing her, as if it were nothing to be surprised at.

Roland wasn't aware of the weird tradition among the leadership of the Red Magic Tower.

He had already been teleported to Betta's city in the wetland.

He found Betta on the way and pinged his friends in the guild system.

Roland: ”I have an epic quest here that requires five participants. Who's in?”

Li Lin: ”Sorry, but we're in the God of Love's temple in Urganda and we're occupied.”

Husseret: ”Same here.”

Brazil: ”Same here.”

Raffel: ”Same here.”

Fine. Those four were too addicted to women and should be left behind.

Then, Schuck replied, ”I'm going to Rhodes Island, or the Island of Dragons, with Margret.”

Roland: ”You're meeting her parents already? I'm shocked!”

Schuck: ”Get the hell out of here!”

Then, Roland looked at Betta who was not far away.

Betta shrugged. ”Sorry, Brother Roland. As you can see, I'm too busy with the affairs in the city to leave.”

Roland looked at the players nearby who were working hard and was rather impressed. He looked back at Betta and asked, ”Are you able to keep a record of who does what every day when so many players are here to help you?”

”Don't worry, Brother Roland,” said Betta casually. ”The Divine Noble innately carries an 'administration' system, which will be activated as soon as you get a territory. I can issue quests on my territory for the players to pick up, and the system will help keep track of what they do and how many points they should receive.”

Roland was speechless for a long time.

He had to say that the hidden class was really great.

The Divine Nobles weren't the best in terms of combat ability in head-on clashes, but they definitely weren't weak.

They also had plenty of useful tricks, such as a talent in picking up money and the ability to administer their territory.

Also, Betta mentioned while chit-chatting that, when a Divine Noble charged with his legion of knights in a formation, they would be boosted by a battle aura.

That was something that was war-specific.

Under normal circumstances, only the Warriors with high Charm could hope to develop such an aura.

On the other hand, the Divine Noble was also a half-Warlock and could cast spells. This class could almost do everything.

Roland was even of a mind to delete his character and start anew as a Divine Noble, if his career as a Mage hadn't been going so well.

Even Betta didn't have any time… Were epic quests so unattractive these days?

Unwilling to admit defeat, Roland posted the quest on the forum with the requirements for his desired teammates.

He promised that anyone of those classes who came to him first and sent an application would become his teammate.

In no more than a minute, there were a thousand replies to his original post.

After that, a dozen people ran out of the wetland city and searched around. Very soon, they found Roland.

Then, like dogs that had just spotted fresh s*it, they scurried toward Roland.

It seemed that the epic quests hadn't lost all their attraction.

It was just that his brothers weren't interested in the epic quests anymore.

In fact, Roland was the same.

If it weren't the Great Elder's command, he wouldn't have picked the quest at all.

Wouldn't it have been more interesting to spend time on magic studies?

All the killing and fighting was too much of a waste of time.

The four players who came to Roland first joined his team as he had promised.

The slow runners behind them all wailed sadly.

Roland drew a magic array for multiple teleportation on the ground. Instead of teleporting them straight to the spot of the quest, he brought them to the basement he secretly built in the desert outside of the Red Magic Tower.

It would've been brainless if he were to fight a boss with teammates who didn't know each other at all.

Therefore, in the small basement, Roland asked everybody to introduce their abilities and specialties.

Very soon, he figured out these people's combat ability. He found that he had established a rather traditional team.

He had a Shield Warrior, a Longbow Hunter with a leopard, a scout Rogue, and a Priest from the Church of Light.

Roland sighed a breath of relief.

The Priests from the Church of Light were great.

Although the Priests from the Water God Church were strong too, their way of fighting was too bizarre.

Sometimes, their DPS could be much higher than that of their teammates, and they were great at survival too. When they detonated their armor in extreme excitement, everybody except themselves would be killed.

The Priests from the Water God Church often attacked their teammates during their killing sprees and could be even more violent than Berserkers.

After informing each other of their battle styles and talents, they spent an hour discussing their responsibilities in the team.

After doing multiple oral simulations, Roland drew a teleportation magic array and teleported the five of them to their destination based on the coordinates that the Great Elder offered.

They saw nothing but darkness after they stepped out of the magic array. They could barely see their own fingers.

Roland immediately cast an illumination spell.

Several bright balls of light hovered around them. Three of them rose to the sky and illuminated the environment.

They found themselves on a plain full of broken stones, dark clouds revolving in a huge vortex above their heads.

The smell of dry grass and decayed corpses permeated the air.

Roland also sensed a tremendous amount of dark magic power surging in the air like a human heartbeat.

This was a place that they had never been to. It could be dangerous.

The Shield Warrior, the Archer, and the Priest, who was wearing heavy armor, immediately protected Roland in the middle.