Jiang Yue finally understood why Underground Race beings on their territory always appeared in groups, usually as small squads. It was simply the norm in Underground Race society.
Aside from large official armies, most Underground Race beings with combat abilities took part in various activities in small squads.
There were lone wanderers, but they were few and far between.
The Underground Race lived in a harsh environment, and going it alone severely limited one's chances of survival.
While Jiang Yue and the others watched coolly, the guild had already begun accepting applications.
The application process wasn't complicated, but each squad's qualifications had to be reviewed, its strength assessed, and its application approved.
Multiple groups could apply for the same task. Naturally, this was meant to encourage competition and ensure tasks were completed faster and to a higher standard.
As far as the guild was concerned, it didn't matter who completed the tasks. It didn't care how much the squads competed among themselves; all it wanted was the end result.
Jiang Yue knew his place. Among the various races' squads, the three of them, disguised as mushroom people, were an exceptionally inconspicuous group.
Their race was weak, and there were only three of them. If they applied for a task, they'd probably be allowed to apply for a one-star task at most—and even that wasn't guaranteed.
Seeing the group of mushroom people acting all chummy, Jiang Yue instinctively felt wary. Still, he didn't show any obvious resistance.
Jiang Yue was at a loss. There were only three of them, and they were mushroom people at that. Were they really such a hot commodity? Why did everyone keep trying to cozy up to them?
"Thank you for the reminder. I'll keep it in mind." Jiang Yue was perfectly polite.
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