In the Hall of the Nolan Mercenary Guild.
Reyerk had never objected to his members playing the magic web game. Every day, they had to find something to vent their anger on as they lived on the edge of life and death.
The venting method of the magic web game was much more reliable than his members going to those ‘fun’places in private.
When the Holy Spirit had just been released, the members of the snake of Yevilk had only played four or five games during their breaks. Even if they played another four or five games, there would at least be a time interval.
However, ever since the game called World Rift was released, Reyerk could only describe some of his members as unable to stop.
“Keya! Hurry back to your residence and pack your luggage. We’re leaving Nolan!”
Reyerk walked into the Hall of the Mercenary Guild and shouted at the archers who had been sitting in the hall of the Mercenary Guild for two days and one night.
“Mission? There’s a mission today? !”
