The Bald Monk in the City

　　 In a closed tavern, the fireplace is burning.

　　 The tavern was quiet, except for the crackling sound of the firewood from time to time, and only the occasional sound of the oil lamp exploding.

　　The yellowed oil lamp disperse the darkness in the tavern, and the warm light is so cozy, it makes people want to lean against the round chair for a while.

　　 The wooden floor exudes a faint fragrance, it seems that the servant has just dragged it, and it is so smooth that it almost reflects the human shape.

　　 Through the vague window of the tavern, you can see the infinite chaos outside.

　　 is like a dangerous and seductive adventure, full of fantasy.

　　 A striking announcement was posted on the wall of the pub, and a pale face as if ischemia took up most of the announcement.

　　 There is only one round table in the pub, and five round chairs are set aside.

　　 A piece of parchment was placed on the round table, which seemed to record a map of a certain place.

　　 Following the invisible fluctuations in the space, illusory human figures began to appear on the round chair.

　　 Then the illusory figure slowly stared, and one adventurer in equipment appeared on the round chair.

　　 "Are you all here?"

　　 With a calm male voice, the tranquility of the tavern was broken.

　　 was talking about the man sitting on the round chair facing the wooden door of the tavern. Judging from the armor he wore and the holy emblem he was wearing, he should be a paladin.

　　 "Hmm... I feel like I need a glass of fruit wine, **** teleportation sequelae."

　　 A shrill voice replied first.

　　 The paladin turned his head and looked, but did not see the speaker.

　　 But he was not surprised, but took out a piece of burlap from the backpack and threw it to the round chair that made a sound:

　　 "Lille, actually I don't mind you standing on a chair...you just need to step on the burlap."

　　 "Oh, thank you generous Ilya, I just meant it."

　　 A small figure dexterously climbed onto the round chair, and it could be seen that the round chair set for an ordinary figure seemed too large for him.

　　 Under the light of the oil lamp, his neatly tied strands of brown hair reflected a shiny luster.

　　 is about the same size as a normal human child, but the wrinkles on his face as the years have passed show that his actual age is no longer young.

　　 This is a halfling, and judging from the leather armor on his body and the flying knives and daggers hanging on his waist, he should be a wanderer.

　　 "I'm here."

　　 Then a deep voice appeared, and a strong figure appeared from the void.

　　His muscles are puckered, and they are covered with various scars.

　　 The most conspicuous among them is the hideous knife mark on his face.

　　 was only a little bit short, so he had to cut to his right eye, but in the end it stayed under his nose.

　　 Fighting in the heddle net will not leave scars, but this is not the case in the material world.

　　 This is obviously a warrior who has rich experience in fighting and fought out in the blood of the corpse mountain.

　　 "Lille and Isaac have arrived, where are Stepan and Jia Simin?"

　　 Ilya looked around, then asked.

　　 "I'm here, there seems to be some problem with the transmission."

　　 A crisp female voice responded to him, her voice looked a little sluggish, and the aftereffects of teleportation were a relatively uncomfortable thing for a weak wizard.

　　 "Where is Stepan? Has anyone seen him?"

　　 Ilya frowned slightly and said.

　　 They came from the same material world, and they were united under the guidance of their ancestors.

　　 But this is the first time they have formed a group to take an adventure. Before that, they trained and strengthened separately, because the comprehensive network only provided regular team copies at level 10.

　　 And this time, it was the precious special scroll that the ancestors took out so that they could have a temporary team instance of preview nature before level 10, and the rewards were rich.

　　 For the other teammates, Ilya is mostly at ease.

　　 From the introduction of the ancestors and the occasional exchange activities of the team, Ilya probably understood the character of his teammates.

　　 Lille is an experienced rogue. Although he is old, he has little effect on rogues who are not mainly combatants.

　　 Although there are occasional excuses, Ilya feels forgivable considering the racial characteristics of halflings.

　　 After all, although Lille occasionally has some irregular behaviors and likes to tease others, he is a well-known good old man in the town where he lives.

　　 And Isaac is also considered a small celebrity in their small circle, a legendary fighter.

　　 He was born as a slave, and gained his free status through years of fighting in the arena.

　　 After obtaining his free status, Esaac joined the adventure group of a senior Ilya, and finally, through his outstanding performance in the battle, his senior was given the right to recommend Zong.com.

　　 In the words of his predecessors:

　　 "For the stable material world, you are superfluous. You should belong to blood and fire, and join the fiercer war."

　　 Ilya was unwilling to accept a character like an executioner to join his team. He felt that he wanted to keep the team pure and kind.

　　 But in the end, Senpai convinced him that the path of kindness is not narrow and single.

　　 Sometimes it is necessary to accept some **** people who are on the verge of evil and goodness.

r/>　　As a paladin, Ilya has the responsibility and obligation to lead them to a bright path.

　　 But Ilya looked at the warrior who was wiping the long sword with his head down, feeling quite stressed.

　　 As for Jia Simin...

　　 Ilya turned her head and looked at her. She was looking at her spell book, her eyes flashing with blue light.

　　 I don’t know if I’m recording spells or what I’m doing.

　　 Ilya didn't know her deeply, because most of the time she studied in the magic tower of the teacher.

　　 But what her mentor said is a serious and rigorous girl~www.readwn.com~ Finally, Stepan who has not come yet.

　　 Ilya's brows wrinkled deeper.

　　 As a descendant of the royal family of a huge empire in their material world, it was indeed quite unexpected that Stepan chose to join the comprehensive network to become a bard.

　　 But Ilya, who was appointed captain by the seniors, felt that he was a big trouble, and in fact his absence this time confirmed this.

　　 Ilya has no prejudice against the nobility, but he doesn't think how sensible it is for a descendant of the royal family who shoulders the destiny of the empire to choose to be a comprehensive player.

　　 "Well... It looks like Stepan did not come for some reason, so let's study the task briefing of this temporary raid first."

　　 Ilya summoned his teammates, then spread out the sheepskin scroll on the round table with the copy information and said.

　　 "The ultimate target of this dungeon is likely to be a necromancer, then we...huh?"

　　 Just as everyone was watching the mission briefing, a human figure gradually appeared on another round chair following the fluctuation of the space.

　　 "Stepan, being late does not fit your identity."

　　 Ilya said in a deep voice.

　　 "Stepan? No, obviously you confessed to the wrong person."

　　 In the eyes of everyone with a little shock, a shiny bald head appeared...