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『Situations』

"Sir Reginald! There seems to be people up ahead in front of a lit cave!"

"There shouldn't be any caves around here, Mister Briggs! How many people do you see up ahead?"

"Four Sir! Four ahead!"

As they were growing closer to the location of the players, their shouting was becoming more evident and clear to the party.

Jack's eyes narrowed on the three horses making their way towards them. One of the riders carried an oil lantern. He was quick to take note of the red tunics they wore, with a singular three-pronged star shape printed in white on the abdomen and lower chest area.

Two of the people seemed to be men, based on their voices alone, and soon their rigorous as matured knightly looks. Hardly did they look charismatic, but they appeared with visible scars on their faces.

The third one however, lagging behind the two, was not a man.

A woman dressed in tan vested pastel pink healer's robes with a wooden tree staff in her hand, was shifting her body side to side attempting to see ahead of the men.

"Sephir, what do we do? We don't know how strong these people are..." Ritorureddo tugged at her hood until it was over her head with one hand, watching the approaching strangers.

"Hm.." Jack eyes traced over the shapes which were coming closer to them. He already knew the men while they looked weathered from their experiences in their lives, they were nothing compared to them.

From the standard he was seeing, it wasn't like the game.

Jack would cast the spell known as『Character Appraisal』, his eyes flashing green for a second before returning to their ice blue hues. Names, levels, they were floating over the heads of the strangers.

Two level twenties and a level Fifteen. They were lower than the newbie beings he was escorting.

Why did strong seasoned warriors seem so weak?

Clicking his tongue against the back of his teeth in disappointment, Jack would airily draw a spear from his inventory.

The weapon looked to be made out of a bluish-grey metallic alloy with a silver accent, the blade had a blackened surface with a glowing sky blue hue surrounding Enochian glyphs which were engraved into it. The body of the spear itself was wrapped in a dark woven turquoise material.

If one looked it over quickly, one could notice that the spear had a much smaller blade at the bottom of the weapon. There was even a magical jewel which seemed to be implanted right over where it was attached. The weapon itself gave off a holy aura, illuminating a radius of a mere few inches.

"They're around the level of yourselves," Jack informed before the strangers were within earshot. "So if things get rough, I can only assume you'll all be able to handle yourselves."

While he was saying this, he knew that he'd step in if he had to, his sense of responsibility would definitely kick in. His cold eyes remained on the oncoming trio.

The newbs practically let out sighs of relief, but that didn't take Little Red away from his side. She seemed to have attached herself to his leg, peering around him from his lower back.

As the three horses came towards them, they stopped about ten meters away and formed a semi-circle in front of the party.

"Who goes there!?" The one known as Briggs shouted, though he clearly wasn't the one in charge.

Sir Reginald caressed his chin, he was wearing an open face iron helmet with a brown leather band around it. It somewhat reminded Jack of the a typical European helmet, along with the red tunic and white triple edged star.