"Heaton?"
"He was also an Entry Rank player, specializing in strength, and he had a faction of his own."
"However, that faction wasn't large, with only five or six people. Most of them were ordinary veterans, nothing worth paying attention to."
"Did you notice him because of your earlier battle with Ghost Claw?"
"Don't worry. He was like me, the kind who just watched the show."
J. Perelman said this.
Qin Ran nodded noncommittally.
The Entry Rank player named Heaton might indeed have only been in charge of a small faction, but it was impossible that he bore no ill will toward him.
Qin Ran had absolute confidence in his Perception. He could not be wrong.
"May I ask what Heaton's faction is called?"
Qin Ran continued asking.
"Burning Flask."
J. Perelman answered.
Then, shifting the topic, he began trying to recruit him more openly.
"Though it has some reputation among veteran players, it is completely insignificant to an Entry Rank player like you, let alone the Free Alliance!"
"Every member of the Free Alliance is Entry Rank. The alliance is loose and has few rules, and everyone is willing to help each other. Not only can we trade equipment and items, we can also form parties in dungeon worlds..."
Faced with J. Perelman's endless stream of words, Rachel could not help lifting her wineglass. Behind the face concealed by the system, she watched him with an ambiguous smile.
The tavern owner naturally knew what the "Fisherman" was after.
In fact, the moment Qin Ran began questioning him, the tavern owner had guessed what he intended to do.
Flame Emperor!
King of Fire!
Flame Demon!
Although J. Perelman's words contained some exaggeration, these three titles had spread among the Entry Rank players.
Several small Entry Rank teams had shown interest