The King smiled faintly and said, "Rest assured, there are no King Level monsters among the enemies. Otherwise, they wouldn’t have sent only one Special Level Combatant. I believe in your abilities; dealing with non-King level monsters won’t be a problem. As for any traces, you can ask Liszt in person."
Rod felt assured, suddenly gaining confidence.
Without the aid of the Dream Realm, he doubted he could defeat a King Level monster.
But below King Level, with his skills, there was nothing he couldn’t handle.
"I understand. Please rest assured, I’ll bring back good news to the Royal City."
"Alright, you may go. They have already gathered all the supplies, so no need to worry about that."
After speaking, the flas vanished with a pop.
Rod lifted the Spiritual Power Barrier, and Anna ran over imdiately, her eyes bright and sparkling as she asked, "Is it ti to fight?"
The reservists all gathered around, even though Kashan was still in training, her attention was clearly focused here.
Only phit sat in the corner, lost in thought.
Rod waved his hand, "Go back to training. This mission is extrely dangerous. I’m going alone."
The team mbers dispersed in disappointnt, but Anna grabbed Rod’s arm, "Can I go for sure?"
Rod shook his head. The pollution deep in the darkness was extrely strong, the concentration of Black Fog too high, and the danger too great—the fewer people going, the better.
Anna, although fast and capable of support, was not suitable for this expedition.
"Train at ho. When I return, you should be able to join the next combat mission."
Anna looked very disappointed but quickly perked up, "I understand. I’ll use this ti to break through to the Seventh Level of Magic Release, so when you return, you’ll see a new ."
Rod smiled, "I’m looking forward to it."
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Outer City District.
Third City Gate.
Amidst the bustling crowd, Rod imdiately spotted Liszt’s big bald head.
He was wearing the standard uniform of the Investigation Legion, a gray-black robe, with the Legion’s badge—a pair of spread wings under crossed swords—printed on the front and back.
"Captain Liszt."
Rod stepped forward, covering several dozen yards in a single stride to stand before him.
Liszt’s face instantly broke into a smile, "Sir Rod!"
They had fought side by side before in Starry Sky City, not very familiar but acquainted nonetheless.
Liszt extended his hand to grasp Rod’s—his other hand had been lost in the battle at Starry Sky City.
"Let’s set off then."
He spoke with eagerness, his eyes shimring with anticipation.
"To find our compatriots."
Rod understood his feelings. In fact, he was also very excited. Trolian had been fighting alone in darkness for eighteen hundred years, and now they could finally et other survivors under the terrifying Black Fog—how could one not be thrilled?
But re excitent wasn’t enough, so Rod asked, "What about the supplies?"
Liszt pointed beside him, "Here, potions, Fuel Elent, lanterns, Residual Light, Residual Fire, Red Tear Stone, essential food, Silence Bell, all at a hundred tis quantity."
Rod was stunned by the small mountain before him; he had originally thought it was a warehouse or sothing.
"So much?"
Liszt nodded slightly, "The depths of darkness are extraordinarily dangerous, with dense Black Fog, potent erosion, and countless unknowns. We must proceed cautiously. When the King told us he decided to send you along, we prepared this much material. Can your Space Ability accommodate it?"
Liszt’s words were simple, yet Rod inexplicably felt touched because he used "Space Ability" instead of the common term "lunkhead," which made Rod feel a hundred tis more esteed.
"No problem."
Rod readily agreed and imdiately drew the Dream Realm symbol, using the Dream Ritual to transport this heap into the Dream Realm—that’s how he dealt with large quantities of goods.
Liszt gazed at him with a face full of admiration, "As expected of you, no wonder the King sent you out; there’s no one more suited for travel than you."
Rod felt fondness and smiled, "Let’s set off then."
Liszt nodded slightly and waved his hand, and three more individuals in the sa attire stepped out from the shadows.
"These are our companions on this journey, the most elite high-ranking investigators from the Investigation Legion."
The three nodded in greeting to Rod.
A big-bearded man said, "I’m Number 7."
A one-eyed man said, "I’m Number 9."
The last, who had half his head shaved off, his head looking quite frightful, said, "I’m Number 19."
Rod asked in surprise, "You only have numbers, no nas?"
Big beard Number 7 answered respectfully, "Sir Fire Son, in the depths of darkness, there are many unknown taboos. It’s best not to use nas to avoid terrifying curses and ominous changes."
Half-headed Number 19 said, "We often operate outside and always use numbers, having forgotten our nas—numbers are our nas."
Liszt laughed, "Sir Rod, I also have a number. Once we go out, let’s not use nas and use numbers instead... my number is Number 1, and yours is Number 0, it’s ’Guest’s’ exclusive."
Rod was not quite happy with that; 01 sounded strange.
However, the principles of the Investigation Legion have been forged through blood and sacrifice, so it’s best to follow their lead.
"Alright... then."
"Let’s set off."
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