This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 8 8. Reliable Silver Thorn

【Jinyang Wood Tavern】

As the only tavern in Yafeng Town, the town closest to the Amethyst Dungeon, unlike its counterparts that sell low-quality drinks and are crowded with all kinds of people all day long, the wine glasses of Jinyangmu Tavern are always filled with good wine with rich aroma and mellow taste.

Correspondingly, the relatively high prices mean that only the guests who come here are adventurers with some strength.

However, today, the adventurers who were supposed to sit separately were strangely clustered on the right side, making the four people sitting alone on the left seem to have booked half the place.

After all, that was a team of diamond-level adventurers—Silver Thorn—whose members were all above LV50.

It’s not that the Silver Thorn Squad is so overbearing, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that the atmosphere among them is not right, and no one wants to offend them at this time.

Everyone was drinking silently on the other side, feeling both timid and curious, hoping to hear some gossip to talk about in the next few days.

The most eye-catching member of the Silverthorn Squad is undoubtedly the half-dragon Gar. With a height of 2.3 meters, he is taller than an ordinary person even when sitting. Coupled with the reinforced heavy armor, he looks like a city wall.

In fact, he is indeed a wall protecting his teammates. In countless battles, he stood in the front to block the surging enemies and create a safe output space for his teammates.

The only flaw is that Garl did not inherit the ability to breathe from his dragon mother. Otherwise, if he blocked the enemy and was suddenly hit by a breath, even a barbarian orc general would die on the spot.

However, the words spoken by this half-dragon did not sound brave at all:
"It's over, it's over. I'm afraid the United Kingdom can no longer stay here.

Boss, I think this mission is impossible to complete anyway, so we might as well sneak away to the islands while they are off guard.

You won't have a chance to escape after this trip to the dungeon!"

clang--

The sharp blade hit Gar's breastplate and bounced onto the table. Shadow Walker Night Owl was casually playing with the other two blades at his fingertips.

This elf who had slit the throats of countless monsters with a flying knife was now staring at his front row as if he were looking at goblin feces.

"Have you forgotten that you almost vomited your stomach last time after just two days of boating on the river?

Going to the islands? You'll probably die on the boat.

Besides, the mission hasn't even started yet, but if you complete it, you'll get a city!"

There was a gleam in Night Owl's eyes when he talked about cities. God knows why a genuine elf would be so interested in acquiring human cities.

"Then you have to finish it!
They said that the person must be brought back safely, but it’s already been half a month!

Don’t say you don’t know what happened to the adventurers who were trapped in the Amethyst Dungeon but didn’t die.

It's nothing more than a five-layer parasitic tree and a nine-layer tentacle nest. Even if the people are rescued, their brains will be rotten. Do you think the Duke will consider this to be "intact"?

The best case scenario was that he was captured by wandering orcs and used as meat. By now, his limbs were probably almost all removed.

We just have to pray that she doesn't have a mental breakdown out of despair.

This task is almost impossible to complete!
When the Duke comes to question us personally, Night Owl, you'll just slip away like a shadow, and the three of us will be hammered to death!"

It's no wonder that Gar is so afraid of Duke Amara. Ten years ago, when everyone present was still gold or silver, Amara was already a LV70 strongman standing at the pinnacle of humanity.

Even though all four of them are over level 50 and only about ten levels behind Duke Amara, in fact, even if they were tied together, it would be enough for a max-level boss like the Duke to warm up.

The gap between levels becomes more and more obvious as time goes by, not to mention that the Duke, who has been at the maximum level for a long time, must have many high-level skills, otherwise he would not be able to withstand the pressure of the empire at the border for so many years.

"Stop, stop, stop, Gal, stop talking."

Seeing that Gal was about to continue his defeatist rhetoric, Captain Nova had no choice but to interrupt him:
"It's still possible to save him. There's nothing we can do about his brain, but if he loses a few arms and legs, we can just give him a bottle of limb regeneration potion. The risk is certainly high, but the reward is also considerable."

How can I give up before even meeting the person?

Let's just take a gamble. If I only rescue a fool, I'll go report to the Duke alone, and you can take the opportunity to escape."

In fact, Nova also knew that what his warrior said was true. If it were 10 years ago, he would have chosen to escape and go to the Western Islands or the territory of the elves and dwarves. No matter how powerful Duke Alama was, he could not do anything to him.

But now it is no longer possible. The United Kingdom and the Hermit Empire are in constant dispute and are about to go to war. At this time, neither the elves nor the dwarves will easily agree to allow high-end foreign combat forces to enter the country.

The only place I can go is the Western Islands. After all, as a human being, I can't take the initiative to go to the Hermit Empire to become a blood servant of those vampires.

But the archipelago is not a good place either. The fog in the west is constantly expanding and swallowing up the island, and the slave owners on the island are very anxious.

If a desperate diamond-level adventurer went there at this time, they would definitely use this as a threat to force them to resist the fog.

That job has a much higher mortality rate than exploring a dungeon.

After weighing the pros and cons, it would be better to take a gamble, betting that the Duke's daughter can be rescued safely, or betting that even if only a fool is rescued, the Duke will not hammer himself to death.

However, the team is not a one-man show, and the final decision must be made by the team members together.

"As usual, let's vote. I vote to go to the underground city."

"I want to be the city lord!" Night Owl also voted in support.

"I still think we should run now." The half-dragon man obviously didn't want to gamble.

"Ivan?"

The three of them looked at the fourth member of the team, Ivan Nets, who had been silent the entire time and was fiddling with something under the table.
The halfling's short figure was almost swallowed by the edge of the wooden table. When he didn't speak, he really had no sense of presence, but as the main C mage in the team, his opinion was naturally equally important.

"Finally got it out!"

A broken and deformed discarded magic crystal was thrown in front of several people. Ivan couldn't wait to take out a brand new B-grade magic crystal and inserted it into the empty slot in his abdomen with a "click".

The magic power from all around surged in, flowing into Ivan's limbs and bones through the magic crystal. The violent torrent of magic power washed over every synapse, throwing him into a hazy trance.

“Oh!”

The entire tavern could hear the halfling mage's comfortable groan, and the others couldn't help but look at him strangely.

Night Owl held the blade tightly in his hand to prevent it from flying into the neck of this embarrassing teammate.

"This magic-addicted idiot..."

Looking at the great wizard on the opposite side whose eyes rolled back and who had even started drooling, Nova felt that it was difficult to lead the team and he was very tired.

"The mission can't be delayed. Even if it's 2 to 1, Gal, you carry Ivan on your back. Night Owl and I will be enough for the first few floors."

Gal sighed and didn't continue to object, but just extended his hand to Nova.

"?"

"Magic resistance potion! Have you forgotten that time he launched a magic blast at me from point blank range on my back and nearly killed both of us?"

"..."

(End of this chapter)