Minos led everyone to a corridor next to the tavern, and did not stop until they reached a room on the edge.
Opening the door, Dick noticed that it was dark inside.
"After stepping here, you will enter the location of this mission-Darkest Dungeon. Be careful, Demon Hunter."
"I understand."
Before Dick could move, Glen the Shieldbreaker had entered the dim door first, followed closely by Gadslif the Jester.
The dog trainer looked at Dick, and Dick made a gesture of invitation. The dog trainer patted the head of the tall hound next to him and led it into the door. Dick looked at Minos and nodded, and then also walked into the door.
As soon as the screen turned, Dick found that the environment he was in had changed.
The twisted tree shadows swayed like spasming fingers in the gray mist. When the torch passed by, the black shadows strangely leaned back to avoid it.
From time to time, there were rustling sounds in the weeds that were half a man tall, as if countless pairs of invisible eyes were peering through the gaps between the grass blades.
Dick twitched his nostrils, the air was filled with the smell of humus and rust. The natural colors that should have been vivid in the demon hunter's vision were now covered with a blue-gray veil.
The dog trainer lit the torch silently, and a faint light illuminated the path forward.
Seeing Dick looking forward with curiosity, Glen the Shieldbreaker on the side reminded, "There are many traps ahead, be careful."
"Thank you."
Glen grabbed Dick's wrist with such force that Dick felt his skin tighten slightly.
She leaned close to the witcher's ear and whispered, "Rookie, do you know why you call me Shieldbreaker?"
She yanked open the shoulder armor with her other hand, revealing a shoulder covered with black veins, "Just last month I crushed the throat bones of three idiots who were holding back - using their own shield fragments."
Without waiting for Dick to react, she pointed to the dog trainer and said, "You lead the way. Your big dog has a sensitive nose anyway."
The dog trainer quietly added, "Glen will not crush the throat of his companion casually", and then led the way.
Dick knew immediately upon hearing this that Glen was speaking harshly to him, was he afraid that he would hold back the team?
And Gadslif the Jester stood behind everyone, clapped his hands and chuckled, "It's so interesting! I didn't expect that there is an outstanding person hidden in our team--" The clown suddenly lowered his voice and whispered to Glen's ear, "--the funeral conductor~"
"Humph, a madman." Glen the Shieldbreaker snorted coldly.
And Dick knew that Minos had said before that the clown was a little abnormal, so he didn't mind when he saw this situation, but walked beside the dog trainer and kept pace with him.
Dick As a demon hunter, he has keen senses and can also play the role of pathfinder. Cooperating with the dog trainer can ensure that the team is protected from sneak attacks.
Everyone walked forward, constantly using their shovels to clear away the weeds that were half a person tall on the road. In the jungle in the distance, they could only hear the chirping of cicadas and howling wolves, and the surrounding areas were also covered with weeds that were half a person tall, making it look dilapidated and desolate.
After a while, the dog trainer noticed that the candle flame was dim, and took out some special resin powder and sprinkled it on the torch.
Slowly, Flames became bright again.
At this time, Gadslif the Jester, who was at the very back, chuckled again.
"What's going on?" Dick asked the trainer next to him.
"He is too stressed. He is here..." He pointed to his head, "There is something wrong with him. In this dim weather, there is endless mental pollution, which will make him more and more stressed."
"Fortunately, Soul Resin Powder is enough. The firelight can reduce the pressure."
"Mental pollution? Stress? But why don't I feel any discomfort?"
"It seems that your resistance ability is very good, and you are suitable for being an adventurer. Look, unexpected bonus, there is a torch in front of you, we will pick it up, maybe it can still be used."
Dick also saw a torch lying on the ground beside the road. He picked it up. The torch head had a unique smell of resin powder.
Then he handed it to the dog trainer. The dog trainer stared at the torch head and said happily, "The resin powder on this has not been used yet. It seems we are in luck."
Then he put the unlit torch into the pocket behind him.
"Why are there torches here?"
"Who knows, maybe it was accidentally thrown away by the previous adventure team or... they were wiped out by the group." The dog trainer said at the end, his tone a little solemn.
"But why didn't we see the bodies of those adventure teams?"
"Haha." Shieldbreaker from behind chuckled, "Of course Monster ate them up."
Dick was a little silent after hearing this and did not ask any more questions.
As they continued walking like this, Dick found that the light of their torches slowly dimmed again.
But this time, the dog trainer did not add resin powder.
It seemed that he wanted to save a little money. After all, these people were veteran adventurers, so it was inconvenient for him to ask more questions in this situation.
After walking for a while, the dog trainer suddenly stopped, raised his hand, and said in a deep voice, "Wait a minute, my baby told me that there will be some strange objects ahead."
"It doesn't matter what it is, just keep moving forward." Glen the Shieldbreaker said disdainfully.
"Be careful anyway."
Then everyone continued to walk forward, and Dick found a dilapidated and bulging sack in front of them, placed abruptly in the middle of the road.
"Don't move, I'll do it." The dog trainer said cautiously.
Then he let his pet dog step forward.
And this big black-and-white hound circled around the old sack, and Dick clearly noticed its nose shaking vigorously.
Later, the hound returned to its owner, sticking out its tongue and shaking its head.
"My baby tells me there's no trouble in the sack."
The dog trainer stepped forward and put his hand safely into the sack.
After touching for a while, he actually took out a handful of gold coins with dried blood on them. "It seems we are lucky." Then he put the gold coins into the supply bag behind him.
"What can this gold coin be used for?"
"Of course I'll go back to the tavern for entertainment."
"Hell also uses gold coins?" Dick asked curiously.
"Demon hunters, as the saying goes, 'If you have money, the devil can pull the millstone.' Gold and silver coins are universal commodities everywhere."
Dick was walking and talking with the dog trainer, and he discovered that this man had a lot of experience, and that the world the dog trainer lived in was also in the Middle Ages like Dick, where there was also a church, but there were no demon hunters.
After a while, Dick discovered that there was another broken bush in front of him, blocking everyone's route.
"Hey, it's like this again." Gadslif the Jester sighed, put the scimitar in his left hand and the dagger in his right hand on his waist, then took out a Tiny shovel from the linen pocket behind him, walked to the obstacle, and dug into the bushes.
The other two people also acted similarly.
"What are you doing?" Dick asked curiously.
"Of course we have to clear the obstacle. If you don't clear this obstacle and go around the dark jungle next to it, you might encounter something.
"Don't look at the road we are taking now, it doesn't look easy, but it is already the best route explored by the adventure team before.
"In addition, clearing the road will also make it easier for the next adventurer team to enter," the dog trainer on the side explained.
Dick wanted to smash the bush with a Piercing Cold Shockwave, but saw that the other people were also working hard to clean up the broken and rotten wood, and saw that the dog trainer was so cautious.
If you use Signs rashly, you might attract some monsters.