Global Game: I Can Choose Instance Rewards-Chapter 486 - 342: Encounter and Exposure

Faced with this player’s invitation, Wang Zhifan didn’t hesitate too much and chose to refuse. Mainly, he was losing patience with this dungeon, having no interest in winning step by step, just wanting to go straight to the BOSS and give it a heavy blow.

Although the two did not reach an agreement, they were considered to be half-life-and-death friends. They continued to chat on the grass outside the fortress since neither had any urgent matters to attend to: one was unemployed, and the other had just recovered from an injury.

"Mr. Wang, speaking of which, if you just want to join the kingdom’s high-level professional team, it’s not impossible. I heard today that a foreign player has succeeded. He somehow gained the trust of a high-level NPC force and is now a member of the Demon King Extermination Team..."

The gunner player mentioned the content that he believed would interest Wang Zhifan, mainly about players joining the high-level group that he’d previously mentioned would face the Demon King directly.

"A foreign player?"

Wang Zhifan was slightly interested. He knew that in the early stages of the dungeon, it mostly consisted of people from the same country in the real world, but it was different in the mid to high levels. However, up to now, he hadn’t seen a foreign player with his own eyes.

"Yes, at our level, the presence of foreign players is no longer unusual. I heard that he is a master from India. I haven’t found out any more details yet."

The person nodded and added.

"Whatever, I’ve already decided not to join any group."

Wang Zhifan knew that this person was encouraging him to plan to join a high-level group, but he had made up his mind to rest well, wait for the Demon King to appear, and then rush in without considering relying on others because it’s too troublesome.

The two chatted for a while longer and were about to go their separate ways when several luxuriously decorated carriages, adorned with crested shields and clearly belonging to nobles, passed by the road in front of the lawn and caught their attention.

"The crest of the Sword and Snowflower... I know these people, they should be serving a Duke, specifically some Archduke named Asmod... I can’t quite remember; just remember the name’s quite long and rather awkward..."

The young gunner, who’s been mixing in this place for a while, lowered his voice to introduce to Wang Zhifan, telling him that the people in these carriages were not ordinary NPCs.

Wang Zhifan nodded slightly without responding more; however, if anyone noticed his gaze, they’d see his eyes scanning the luxurious carriage windows one by one, looking over the few profiles displayed inside.

"These people look familiar... as if I’ve seen them in the tower..."

The reason why he was particularly observing these passing noble forces was mainly that he realized these people were not entirely unfamiliar to him but were actually the professional team he encountered days ago in the tower.

Specifically, it was the six people he met around the bonfire in front of the target statue, including the friendly armored man who was now sitting at the front carriage, with his head and left eye bandaged, clearly seriously injured.

As Wang Zhifan observed the passing high-level professional NPCs, a pale, gaunt Mage in the carriage behind was idly watching the scenery outside. When his gaze swept over Wang Zhifan standing on the lawn, his pupils contracted instantly, and a look of surprise appeared on his face.

But he managed his emotions well, immediately turned his head, and pretended to meditate, not showing more interest in Wang Zhifan.

However, Wang Zhifan’s perception was extraordinarily sharp. Although his own gaze didn’t fall on this person, the fleeting sensation of being watched was caught by him, and he became more cautious.

"Did that guy just notice me? But I don’t recall talking to him? Plus, there shouldn’t be any conflict between us... it’s a bit strange..."

Finding the Mage’s reaction hard to understand, Wang Zhifan quickly decided to ignore it, merely remembering in his heart that someone had noticed him without planning to react much to it.

Soon after, the noble carriages slowly left the front of the lawn, and this little episode came to an end. Wang Zhifan bid farewell to the young gunner and planned to wander around this medieval city alone to relax.

Time gently flowed by, and it was another quiet afternoon.

As Wang Zhifan was relaxing in a hot spring at a certain inn, an old man in a gold and white luxurious magic robe, holding a black Magic Staff, suddenly appeared in the air in front of a high-end sanatorium in this capital, as if teleported.

He was not tall, nor was he strong, but the aura of a noble old Mage exuded from him, instantly prompting the two armored guards at the sanatorium to kneel semi-kneeling in greeting.

"Duke!"

The armored guards referred to the old man in such a manner, indicating familiarity with him, and the elder nodded courteously back at them, walking gracefully into the sanatorium.

Before long, inside the sanatorium which only high-end individuals could enjoy, the middle-aged strong man, with bandages still on his head and left eye, met the visiting Archduke in his room, and was momentarily at a loss for words with excitement.

He made a move to rise from the bed to greet the Archduke entering the room, but the latter lifted his Magic Staff, pressing him back onto the bed invisibly.

"Marcus, your injuries are not healed yet. Keep lying down, no need to worry about usual courtesies."