A peerless killer possessing a cat girl assassin from another world

Aside from Lin Mo and the other two who happened to join for their own reasons, there were eight other adventurers in the team.

Judging from the appearance of this small group, they should belong to two different adventurer teams...

After some time since leaving Friedham, the group was now completely surrounded by yellow sand.

Lin Mo and his two companions walked at the back of the group, looking like they were just there to observe.

At this moment, two adventurers, a man and a woman, came down from the front of the group. They seemed to be the captains of two different teams. Whether it was by coincidence or they had already discussed it, they wanted to get to know the three of them.

“Gentlemen, allow me to introduce myself. I am Gore Siro. It is a pleasure to work with you all.”

The introduction was very formulaic, clearly indicating that the other party did not take the three of them too seriously.

The other, a well-built female leopard-beast, also introduced herself in a perfunctory manner:

"Kayla Kingspot, I hope you won't hold us back."

"nature."

Valeria replied calmly.

Then, a moment of silence followed.

A brief answer instantly ended the conversation.

The two had assumed that since they had already introduced themselves, the three of them, being the smaller group, would at least immediately reciprocate with an equal self-introduction and a gesture of goodwill.

But who would have thought that Valeria would be so disrespectful?

In this situation, either the three are so strong that they disdain the other two teams, or they are new adventurers who are completely unaware of certain unspoken rules in the industry.

Clearly, both of them chose to believe the latter scenario.

After all, who would immediately think that a strong person would condescend to take on a guard duty that even a C-rank could participate in?

However, the two quickly calmed down, nodded, and returned to their respective groups.

For seasoned veterans like them, there's no need to argue over a short period of time.

Newcomers who don't understand the rules will be taught how to behave and conduct themselves through other means...

In fact, as adventurers, Valeria and Arester are indeed unqualified.

Valeria had been serving in the army of the Kingdom of Fagar since she awakened, and naturally continued to serve in the army as she grew older, so she knew nothing about the unspoken rules of adventurers.

As for Areste, if it weren't for the internal assessment of the Mage Tower, she wouldn't have considered advancing her adventurer rank...

This situation has occurred frequently throughout history; one can only say...

The adventurer path is the best way for awakened professionals to achieve success, but it is not the only way.

Those backed by powerful forces don't need the adventurer label to enhance their prestige; on the contrary, guilds occasionally need to recruit these individuals to boost their reputation...

Valeria's blunt reply made Lin Mo a little uneasy.

"Was this a bit offensive? What if they retaliate against us later?"

"I'm telling you, aren't you being a little too calculating? Why worry about what others think? Just do what you're supposed to do."

"It was just a thought...after all, I've learned my lesson in this area before."

"No matter what caused you to suffer a loss, it ultimately stemmed from your lack of ability."

"When you become strong enough, you can be like those two and not care about what others think."

"That makes a lot of sense, but why does it always feel like toxic motivational quotes to me?"

"What kind of chicken soup?"

"nothing......"

But on second thought, it makes sense. This world is clearly more power-oriented, and its values ​​are equivalent to "power" and "money" on Earth.

Of course, power and money are also very important here, otherwise they wouldn't have come here to do this just to raise funds...

......

But then again, the desert is so quiet.

Lin Mo, who had never been to the desert before, felt a sense of novelty.

Not only that, but there are also camels to ride.

The temperature wasn't too high, and along the way, there were no damned monsters, no bandits, and certainly no natural disasters like sandstorms as I had anticipated...

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to say they came here for sightseeing and tourism.

"I suddenly remembered something..."

"what happened?"

"This is the heart of the continent, right?"

"Yes, that's right, look at that map."

"Muchashar... Dukush... only these names remain in the world..."

The voice from the sword suddenly became somewhat melancholic.

Lin Mo didn't know what to say because he couldn't empathize with her, so he changed the subject:

Have you been here before?

"I feel like I've been here before, but then again, I can't quite remember."

"Amnesia? What a cliché plot..."

"So that's why you didn't tell me your name at the beginning."

"What are you saying? Of course I have a name, my name is... my name is..."

The Holy Sword was certain that it had a name, without a doubt.

But no matter how hard I tried to recall, I couldn't remember that name.

Amnesia? Impossible. No matter how much time has passed due to sleep, he remembers everything about this world back then very clearly.

He remembered the Pendragon Empire, the first to unify the human world, and found the murals in what was once the city of Saint Lu, now the city of Danje, as proof.

I remember the Dukush Mountains stretching across the continent, and the Muchashar Desert lying quietly in the heart of the continent.

I remember each and every living, familiar yet strange race in this world...

So, what exactly has been forgotten?

Is it just a name?

......

"It's alright, I understand your situation. You've been asleep for who knows how long, and you've only been awake for a few months, so it's normal to not remember things... But you never know, maybe some special plot points are needed to trigger it..."

Lin Mo was engrossed in expressing his own thoughts, without caring whether the voice in the sword had heard or understood it.

The team traveled for several hours without any major incidents.

"Wait a moment."

Gore, who was walking at the front of the group, suddenly called a stop.

"Is there any danger?"

Asher had already relaxed, but Gore's shout made him anxious again.

He was originally a desert dweller, having served as a tribesman's sowa and a desert bandit. He was intimately familiar with the desert, as if it were his home, though... only the outer areas.

If we're talking about someone who truly understands the desert, it has to be Gore, a fellow desert dweller whom he specially invited.

Since he says there's a problem, then there must be a problem.

Gore dismounted from his camel and began fiddling with something on the sand.

"The giant scorpion's droppings are still very fresh..."

For a seasoned deserter, the giant scorpion swarm wasn't even a problem; what mattered to him were the traces left by humans.

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