" Duma, you're on the foreign server, right?"
The player muttered something to himself and then asked:
"How long have you been in the city to dare to take on such a big job?"
"Yes, about three to four days."
"No wonder, you've already figured out this area all along, haven't you?"
The player smiled and said:
"Hey bro, you see, we're not a full team, and it's too risky for you to go it alone. I was thinking, how about we temporarily form a team in the city?"
Another player, who clearly hadn't turned on the translation function, chimed in:
"Yeah, brother, we've been here for a week now. This house is perfectly safe. We've already sent those locals to other towns, so there's no need to worry about the locals."
Although Duma couldn't understand what the second person was saying, he still nodded in agreement, and then said to the first young man:
"Sure, but... only within Fir City, is that alright?"
The player paused for a moment and asked in return:
Are you more used to doing things alone?
Duma shook his head:
"No, it's just that my schedule is tight, and there are other people waiting for me."
"Okay, I understand."
It turns out there was a fixed arrangement.
This player has already reached a seemingly accurate conclusion in their mind. As for why players with fixed rosters have fallen to this state, it's probably because their teammates have already been eliminated by the super-powerful NPC.
So we're teammates now?
Duma emphasized the word "companion" as she carefully observed the subtle expressions on the young man's face.
"We're all buddies, what's with all this talk about 'buddies'?"
So what are your plans for the future?
Duma finally asked a question that interested him.
"Actually, we both had our eyes on that military camp, but since you've already burned it down, there's no point in talking about it anymore. The camp will definitely be heavily guarded for the next few days, so let's find another target."
Upon hearing Duma nodded and asked further:
"Okay, when shall we begin?"
The Soul Returner then asked Duma in return:
When are you usually free?
A seemingly disjointed yet harmonious exchange was taking place between the two (or three) individuals. Except for the last guy, who was ignored because he hadn't turned on the translation function, Duma and the young man quickly devised a plan.
Half an hour later, the young man lay down on a bed by himself, while his companion found a corner to lean against.
What are you doing here?
"It's time to log off, otherwise I might break something."
Duma repeated the movements he had performed countless times that evening, nodding to indicate that he understood (in reality, he did not).
"Are you going offline? There are chairs over there. If you're into abstract art, you can lie on the table, or even the floor."
Duma looked at the old, dilapidated wooden furniture and shook his head.
"Oh, I remember now. You've been infiltrating here for three or four days now, so you should have your own base, right? If you don't like it here, just make yourself at home. Remember to come and meet me tomorrow when it gets dark, and close the door when you leave so you don't let the Treant Hunter in."
" Treant Hunter?"
Duma repeated the word.
"What's wrong, buddy?"
The Soul Returner its resting place on the bed asked in confusion:
Did I say something wrong?
No, no.
Duma smiled and tried to justify himself:
"It's just so-so."
"That's true. You clearly have points in Constitution and Agility, so running away shouldn't be difficult for you."
The young man lying on the bed yawned.
"Alright, see you tomorrow, brothers."
Another young man, leaning against the wall, also waved.
"See you tomorrow."
To Duma's astonishment, the two young men fell into a deep sleep in less than two breaths.
With his demonic perception of living beings, he could even sense that their breathing had slowed, and their heart rate and blood flow had decreased!
This situation cannot be faked, at least not by two Low Tier rebels.
So they really trust me that much? Just by asking my name, they can really tell I'm a complete stranger and my companion?
The next instant, Duma was astonished again--
He suddenly could no longer sense their presence.
In other words, the two bodies placed before him were no different from two lumps of rotten flesh in the eyes of this demon.
In the room filled with the soft sound of breathing, the Great Demon muttered to himself:
Where have their souls gone?
The demon, who had lived for an unknown amount of time, was filled with confusion, but this suited his purposes perfectly.
As a long-lived demon, Duma enjoys the feeling of things going beyond his comprehension and developing beyond his control.
Since he couldn't fully understand this matter in a short time, he wasn't in a hurry. He simply tidied up the mess he had made on the table and closed the door behind him as he left the house.
The demon Duma, who had stepped out of the house, transformed once again into Legion Commander Marba.
As he walked, he plucked the Symbiotic Tree from the side of his neck and tossed it aside, while vigorously rubbing his face with his other hand.
When he stepped out of the alley, apart from his clothing being somewhat improper, he had completely transformed into Marba.
Upon seeing the legion commander emerge, the dozen or so Holy Crusaders immediately bowed in salute.
"Commander."
If the two players who had just logged off saw this scene, they would definitely recognize that some of the players with distinctive features were the ones who had been most dedicated to pursuing Duma.
However, these Holy Crusaders no longer harbored the bloodshot hatred that made them want to tear him apart; instead, they were filled with awe.
Marba waved his hand:
"Get up, all of you. Do you see which house I came from?"
"I've seen them, sir. Should we arrest the rebels immediately?"
Marba instinctively wanted to agree, but remembering the bizarre disappearance of the soul, he ultimately lowered his raised hand.
"Mark them, no need for surveillance. I will personally contact these rebels."
"Yes, sir."
The legion commander continued walking forward and casually asked:
"Does the Second Order of Knights have any objections?"
The Holy Crusaders who had followed Marba into Fir City chuckled upon hearing this.
" Howard has already been ordered to stay home by Antiya Lisi for his poor performance, so how could they dare to object? Even if they did, they couldn't find anyone to lead the charge."
Hearing his subordinate's tone, Marba turned to look at him and responded with a serious expression and tone:
" The Second Order of Knights have been officially incorporated into my legion. They are all my soldiers now and have nothing to do with Howard."
"You're all colleagues, so don't speak to them like that anymore. It will affect the cohesion within the legion."