A set of footsteps entered a tent.
There sat three people.
The silhouettes of their faces were blurred by the darkness of the tent, and only a torch serves as the light in it.
This is the central command of the said group.
"Greetings, esteemed ones."
As he entered the room, stillness washed over them as the three people looked at him.
"This better be a good thing if you're gathering us, right, Hansen?"
The light of the torch shone upon his face, coloring the nouveau riche face of his.
Hansen bowed and took a small crystal from his pocket.
"This is all the data we gathered for the past few weeks. We are currently holding 95% of the information."
An attendant walked towards Hansen, and offered him a tray.
Hansen put the crystal on the tray, and without looking up, stayed still.
"95%, you say?"
The man beside Phoenix exclaimed.
He then took the crystal and put it into a small pedestal.
This pedestal is onyx in color, and once the crystal touched the pedestal, it glowed in a purple amethyst glow.
It looked like a pedestal being consumed by purple flames.
After this, three books appeared on the air. These books then flew towards the three people who were sitting around the table.
The books opened, and one by one, the three started to rummage through the pages, and finding some things that are interesting to them.
"So, that Randolph is a spy from Magic Knights, huh? Quite a high position he has in a vassal guild." Phoenix started as she tapped her finger on the place where Randolph's data was written.
"If I may add, his disguise is disgusting. He just edited his class name to be different, and expects people to believe he is different." The person on the right of Phoenix said.
"Oh my, Condor. Your friend is an airhead, so it's possible to have a subordinate that stabs you in the back." The one in the left seat said as she swept her finger across the page.
"At least, she is more useful than you, Raven." Saying this, sparks flew between Raven and Condor.
"Useful? Is having a spy in your ranks useful?"
"Or what if she wom him over and became a double spy?"
"Are you serious? Someone from Magic Knights?"
The tension created was thick, but nobody dared to say a thing.
Until, Phoenix came across a certain picture.
"Hey, Hansen. Why are we on 95% again?"
Sharp, prickly, cold.
The weight of every word stopped even the boiling blood of Raven and Condor, who were starting to throw a fit.
This cold air descended on the tent, making Hansen feel that the one in front of him is so large that it steals his ability to breathe and think.
But even so, Hansen delivered what was asked of him.
With a mighty push to his own body, he endured and spoke.
"I believe it is because of the new helper of Chrysanthemum, Mr. Blue."
"Sigh."
Phoenix suddenly let out a small sigh.
The pressure they were feeling became light, letting everyone catch their breaths.
At the same time, Phoenix took a small parchment of paper from her desk.
In there, a man with a bounty can be seen.
"Could that be..?"
Hansen's face turned pale.
Seeing the poster, his mind went into overdrive.
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The musky swamp was being covered by the yellow substance.
As they went deeper, more and more of them were starting to appreciate the goodness of their armors.
This was because, their newly acquired armor, did not have any overpowered effects, but an overpowered enchantment.
"Tsk, if you have given me that scroll, I can do the same."
An old man, around his fifties, said as he cast a magic barrier around himself.
"Yes, I believe so too."
One of the knights said as he put his hand on Dancel's shoulder.
Behind him is a small squad. And the air with them is tense and heavy.
Dancel, hearing this, smiled and refocused himself.
It was only Captain Erwin who took his side.
And he hated the snooty, immature Enchanter that enchanted the armors of the other squads.
If he were given the same scenario, he can do better, because of his hidden Ability - Spirit Enchantment.
This ability grants him decreased enchantment time, increased enchanting power, and a chance to make the enchanted thing have a skill from a spirit.
He is more worthy than Zypher, and he is also hating him because of how he embarrassed his idol, Randolph, in the face of many.
Though it was one of the reasons, he doesn't want anyone to take away things from him, especially ones who are younger than him. It sparks his competitiveness, that he wants to prove he is the right choice.
This became his point of anger, that nobody, even if you have the greatest skill, if you are younger than him, then you are no different from an enemy, for he believes that old age is wisdom.
"Hey, Squad Beta, don't fall behind!"
Someone shouted from the front, mocking them.
Because Squad Beta didn't buy an armor in Zypher's shop.
And although Zypher gave them a leeway, they still made the decision not to buy an armor from him.
This created an awkward air between them and the armor buyers, and this turned into mocking and laughter.
Because for the armor buyers, they are missing out from the deal.
But for them, they have pride to hold onto. Pride that they have to uphold.
"After you, Cannon Fodders!"
Erwin shouted, inviting laughter from his own squad.
A sense of relief washed over them, because they know that one of the Squad Captains is standing with them.
This elevated Erwin in their hearts.
"You just can't run fast!"
The guy bickered back as he made a running action, taunting them.
"Hey, Squad Gamma, what's with the hold up?"
A soldier from the front shouted.
"None Sir!"
The guy who was taunting them answered, and ran back to his line.
"Okay, make sure you don't slow us down!"
The soldier said, and he put emphasis on the words don't slow us down as he eyed Squad Beta, who, are still walking at the tail of the group.
This irked Erwin, and was about to shout when a hand stopped him.
He looked at Dancel, who shook his head.
"You'll just be disappointed."