The Bald Monk in the City

Chapter 178 The tavern (a new update!)

In a closed tavern, the fireplace was burning fiercely.

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

The smoked yellow oil lamp dissipated the darkness in the tavern, and the warm light brought a sense of comfort, making one unable to help but want to lean on the round chair and take a nap for a while.

The wooden floor exuded a faint fragrance, as if it had just been mopped by a servant, and it was so smooth that it could almost reflect a human figure.

Through the blurred windows of the tavern, one could see the darkness of endless chaos outside.

Like a dangerous and seductive adventure, it is full of reverie.

A striking notice was pasted on the wall of the tavern, and a face as pale as a lack of blood took up most of the notice.

There was only one round table in the tavern, and five round chairs were 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 figures began to appear on the round chair.

Then the illusory figures stared slowly, and adventurers wearing equipment appeared on the round chairs one by one.

Are you all here?

Following a steady male voice, the tranquility of the tavern was broken.

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

Hmm...I feel like I need a glass of fruit wine, damn teleportation aftereffect.

A shrill voice replied first.

The paladin turned his head to look, but did not see the speaker.

But he didn't find it strange, but took out a piece of burlap from the item backpack and threw it at the round chair that made the sound:

Lille, I don't really mind you standing on the chair...you just have to step on the burlap.

Oh, thanks to the generosity of Ilya, that's exactly what I mean.

A small figure deftly climbed onto the round chair, and it could be seen that the round chair was too wide for him for his normal size.

Under the light of the oil lamp, his brown hair, which was neatly bundled into strands, reflected an oily luster.

About the size of a normal human child, but the wrinkles on his face showed that his actual age was no longer young.

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

I have arrived.

Then a deep voice appeared, and a burly guy appeared from the void.

His muscles were lumpy and covered with various scars.

The most conspicuous of them was the hideous knife mark on his face.

It was only a little short of cutting his right eye, but it finally stayed under his nose.

Battles in the Web leave no scars, but not in the physical world.

This is obviously a warrior who has rich experience in fighting and fought in the sea of ​​corpses and blood.

Lille and Isaac have arrived. Where are Stepan and Jasmine?

Elijah looked around and asked.

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

A crisp female voice responded to him, her voice seemed a little sluggish, and the sequelae of teleportation were quite uncomfortable for mages with weak constitutions.

Where's Stepan? Has anyone seen him?

Elijah frowned slightly.

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

But this is their first adventure in a group. Before that, they trained and strengthened individually, because Zongwang only provides regular team dungeons at level 10.

And this time, it was the precious special scroll that the ancestors took out that allowed them to have a temporary team copy with a preview nature before level 10, and the rewards were rich.

For the other teammates, Ilya is mostly at ease.

From the introductions of his predecessors and the team's occasional communication activities, Ilya roughly understood the character of his teammates.

Lear is an experienced rogue. Despite his age, it has little effect on rogues who don't focus on combat.

Although there are occasional jumping behaviors, considering the racial characteristics of halflings, Ilya thinks it can be forgiven.

After all, although Lear occasionally behaves irregularly and likes to tease others, he is a well-known good old man in the town where he lives.

And Isaac is a little famous in their small circle, a legendary warrior.

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

After obtaining his free status, Isaac joined the adventure group of a senior of Ilya, and finally, through his outstanding performance in battle, he was given the recommendation right of Zongwang by his senior.

In the words of his predecessors:

For the stable material world, you are redundant. You should belong to blood and fire, and join in more intense wars.

At first, Elijah was unwilling to accept an executioner-like figure to join his team. He felt that he wanted to keep the team pure and kind.

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

Sometimes it is also necessary to admit some blood-stained people, who are on the edge of evil and good.

As a paladin, Elijah has the responsibility and obligation to guide them to the bright path.

However, Ilya looked at the warrior who was wiping his long sword with his head down, and felt a lot of pressure.

As for Jasmin...

Elijah turned her head to look at her, she was looking at her spell book, her eyes were constantly shining with a faint blue light.

Not sure if it's recording the spell, or what it's doing.

Ilya didn't know much about her, because most of the time she was studying in the mentor's magic tower.

But according to her mentor, she is a serious and rigorous girl.

Finally, Stepan, who had not yet come.

Elijah couldn't help frowning even deeper.

As a royal descendant of a huge empire in their material world, it is indeed quite surprising that Stepan chose to join Zongwang as a bard.

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

Ilya didn't have any prejudice against nobles, but he didn't think it was a sensible thing for a descendant of the royal family who shouldered the fate of the empire to choose to be a comprehensive network player.

Okay... It seems that Stepan didn't come for some reason, so let's study the task briefing of this temporary team copy first.

Ilya summoned his teammates, then spread out the parchment scroll on the round table that recorded the dungeon information and said.

The final target of this dungeon is likely to be a necromancer, so we... hmm?

While everyone was looking at the mission briefing, a human figure on another round chair gradually appeared with the fluctuation of the space.

Stepan, it's not in your character to be late.

Elijah said in a low voice.

Stepan? No, obviously you have the wrong person.

Amidst the slightly astonished eyes of the crowd, a shiny bald head appeared...