Chapter 715 - Another Person is Tricked (2/2)

As a top Mage, Roland had been surrounded by tentacles of mental power. Normally speaking, he would’ve sensed something even if a Rogue came within five meters under stealth.

Yet, he didn’t sense anything at all while the Winterwolf Holy Lady stayed by his side for ten minutes.

Remembering the unbelievable speed that the Winterwolf Holy Lady had shown earlier, Roland had no doubt that she was a very good fighter.

So, he couldn’t help but check the woman’s level on the system menu.

But he didn’t see anything. There were no levels, health bars, or skull symbols.

At this moment, the Winterwolf Holy Lady slightly frowned. “Don’t look at me with detection skills. I don’t like that.”

“Okay… sorry.” Roland shrugged. “I just got interested in your capabilities.”

“The Holy Lady is the strongest in the whole Frostwolf Clan.” The Winterwolf Holy Lady shook her head helplessly. “I think I’m very strong, but I’ve never fought anyone before, so I don’t know the details.”

That was quite impressive.

Roland increasingly realized that it was a smart decision to get the Frostwolf Clan on his boat with just five hundred gold coins. Delighted, he said with a smile, “Let’s go to Wetland City and take a look, shall we?”

“All right.” The Winterwolf Holy Lady nodded and entered the magic array. Then, Roland walked in too. Several seconds later, the two of them dispersed into spots of light in the magic array.

At the magic array in the central square of Wetland City, many people were appearing after being teleported.

Now that the teleportation magic arrays had been popularized, the players loved traveling to other cities and countries for quests through teleportation.

Although the teleportation was slightly expensive, the time it saved was enough for them to make much more money.

After Roland and the Winterwolf Holy Lady emerged after the teleportation, nobody paid attention to them first. But several seconds later, those who moved their eyes away from the Winterwolf Holy Lady gazed back at her with surprise.

The Winterwolf Holy Lady was slightly angry when so many people looked at her weirdly, but she managed a smile. “Look, they’re all staring at me in surprise. You’re going to lose a hundred gold coins…”

As she talked, the Winterwolf Holy Lady realized that something was different.

Underneath the surprise of the passersby was not disgust or discrimination, but excitement.

So, they were all thrilled to see her.

It wouldn’t be a big deal if only several of them were thrilled.

Slave owners would be thrilled too when they saw beautiful slaves.

However, the Winterwolf Holy Lady managed to tell that those people meant no harm. Also, not one or two of them were thrilled, but they were all so.

Someone even asked, “Roland, she’s a werewolf?”

“Yes,” replied Roland with a smile. “If you want to see werewolves in this city, don’t all stand there. Go back to where you should be.”

All the players wore a “got it” expression and walked away in tacit agreement.

The Winterwolf Holy Lady found the scene rather unbelievable.

But Roland didn’t give her more time to think. He simply gave her a tour of the city.

It was the same old route. They went to the crafts street, the food street, and lastly, where the cats lived.

A minor riot took place.

The cats weren’t fond of werewolves… It was in their nature.

Although there were different types of werewolves, and the Frostwolf Clan looked more like human beings than wolves, they didn’t like canines.

Therefore, the Winterwolf Holy Lady was almost scratched by the cats.

The Winterwolf Holy Lady had been silent all the way. When she returned to the magic array, she suddenly said, “We’ll help you kill all the northern liches as soon as possible for a hundred gold coins. We won’t ask for anything else.”

“Why?”

Roland was slightly confused. Why would someone ask for less pay?

“I want permission for the Frostwolf Clan to freely enter this city,” said the Winterwolf Holy Lady hopefully. “I want to buy some land in this city too and build a few houses, so that my clan will have a place to live in after they come.”

“That’s easy. The mayor of this city is my friend.” Hearing that, Roland knew that his plan had already half succeeded. “You can come whenever you want, but let me remind you of something first. If you want to live here, you have to abide by the laws in this city.”

“I understand.”

The Winterwolf Holy Lady looked at Roland thoughtfully and then teleported back to the Froststar Kingdom with Roland’s help.

Roland, on the other hand, returned to Delpon. He continued his magic experiments while waiting for the Phoenix Guild’s updates.

He intended to visit the Froststar Kingdom a while later and ask the Winterwolf Holy Lady about their progress.

Time often flew very fast when one lived a routine life. Ten days passed in the blink of an eye.

At the border of the Froststar Kingdom, underneath the frozen ice, there was a massive network of underground tombs.

It was more of an enormous city than an amalgam of tombs.

This place, buried deep underground, was quite warm without the scourge of snow and wind.

A lot of undead creatures wandered here too. Two liches met each other. Neither of them looked good.

Although the liches’ faces, being pale all the time, never looked good, their vibe and their eyes still showed that they felt awful.

“Karna, how is it going on your side?” asked a male lich.

“S*it. Two of my camps have been destroyed. Three containers were ruined too.” Karna, who was wearing a drow “skin,” roared angrily, “The Frostwolf Clan is crazy! They’ve been attacking us vehemently. I’m told that the phylacteries of two of our partners have been found by them.”

The liches liked calling the bodies that they possessed “skins.”

“I heard that it’s three.” Wallis, the other lich, punched the wall and shouted angrily, “I lost four camps and a Golden Son’s skin, which was my favorite.”

“What do we do?” Karna asked. “Should we summon other partners and launch a war with the undead? We can kill those human-headed dogs.”

Werewolves who looked more like human beings would be derided as human-headed dogs, whereas those who looked more like wolves would be cursed to be dog-headed humans.

Wallis shook his head. “A war with the undead creatures works on every race except the Frostwolf Clan. You should know that every member of that clan is a capable soldier. Even an ocean of undead creatures won’t be enough to deal with them. I suggest we ask the Golden Sons to deal with the Frostwolf Clan. It will be enjoyable to see the real undying people fight a clan that’s born for battle.”

“A messenger happens to be in a tomb not far away. I’ll ask a banshee to take him here.”

Very soon, a player was directed to them by a banshee.

Looking at the smiling player, Wallis said, “My friend, we’re sort of in trouble right now, and we need your help.”

“Oh, what do you need us to do?”

“Many of our camps have been destroyed. They’re hunting the liches. I hope that you can help us drive them away.”

“We already made an agreement, didn’t we?” asked the player casually. “We’ll only help you deal with Roland by sharing intelligence with you and fighting by your side, so we won’t attack anyone else.”