Lawrence had not only learned about that miniature dungeon in the past two days.
In fact, he had found out about it more than a week earlier.
During this time, he had been preparing for the dungeon exploration, including, but not limited to, preparing equipment and supplies in advance.
Silver-plated weapons for possible undead creatures, ranged weapons and crossbow bolts, lighting tools, water, antidotes, food, and other supplies. Tools for special terrain, lockpicks, climbing ropes, scouting kits, and so on.
The next matter was recruiting personnel.
He had contacted several apprentice friends he knew from before by letter. Most of them were fairly capable, and the main purpose of this past week or so had been to wait for the other team members to assemble.
After all, not everyone happened to have free time at the same moment. They had to leave some time for the others to finish whatever commissions they were working on.
As usual, the temporary party preparing to explore the miniature dungeon had chosen a tavern as the meeting place for their first gathering.
Wormwood Town, the Oak Barrel Tavern.
Perhaps it was a local characteristic, but the taverns in Wormwood Town even carried a faint herbal fragrance.
That fragrance lent the place, which should have been rough and boisterous, a trace of tranquility. If he had to describe it, its style was somewhat like the quiet bars of Gauss's previous life.
Gauss pushed open the door and entered the main hall, looking around.
Finally, he spotted Lawrence in a booth near the corner.
Several unfamiliar men and women were with him. They were presumably the companions for this temporary expedition.
"Let me introduce you. Spellcaster Gauss. Extremely capable."
Lawrence pulled Gauss over and introduced him to everyone first.
The others had already heard Lawrence mention