Half an hour later, Laura had arrived at the pre-departure preparation area with a group of adventurers. Looking at the supplies handed to her and the temporary teammates around her who were chatting and making preparations, the young huntress was still rather dazed—today, she had only intended to see whether there were any routine missions to clear out scattered Elemental Creatures near the camp. How had she turned around and ended up assigned to a higher-risk "advance team"?
Beside her, the old mage Modir looked thoroughly delighted. As he stuffed the Frost Resistance Potion issued to him into his clothes, the old gentleman, who seemed more energetic than a young man, casually said to the adventurers beside him, "Actually, there's no need for them to give me this stuff. I'm not afraid of a little cold air—young people like you, with weaker constitutions, are the ones who need proper protection. Arctic temperatures are no joke. If any of you run out of resistance potions on the way, come ask me for some..."
The adventurer he addressed stared blankly at the old man, who looked old enough to be his grandfather. He started to speak several times but swallowed his words in the end—Supernatural Beings were different from ordinary people, after all. This white-haired elder was actually a mage who wielded mysterious powers. With powerful spells supporting him, an old man might not necessarily be frailer than a so-called young and able-bodied person. Perhaps silently nodding at this moment would be more polite...
Then Modir turned his attention to Laura, who had not said a word the entire time. The old gentleman smiled. "Laura, you don't look very lively—that isn't the state a warrior about to carry out a mission should be in."
"I was originally planning to join a cleanup