Lucivar and the other hunters on the bus got down and stretched their limbs.
It had been a long journey to get here, their bodies were sore from the long hours of sitting.
Glancing to the front of the bus—Lucivar found that it was the end of the pavement road into rough dirt. Checking the map on the tablet computer he was given before their departure, he saw that they would need to walk a couple more miles to reach Veloria City.
It was even worse than Bakar's party which only needed to go for a mile or two.
Upon taking their bags and gear in the trunk, the two groups were ready to continue.
"I'll be waiting and protecting the bus. Come straight back when the dungeon is successfully closed. Accept no hospitality from the people, all of you came here to deal with the dungeon—nothing more, nothing less," the driver reminded while lighting up a cigarette.
Even though the driver looked ordinary appearance-wise, he could handle himself.
