"What's this so-called strongest adventurer? Just a paper tiger!"
"Exactly, all they have is a little bit of magic, but when it comes down to it, they're just a coward trying to save their skin."
A group of around fifty players stood in the crowd, openly mocking Orson with confident sneers.
However, Blank furrowed her brow, glancing confusedly at this group of players.
"Wait, are these guys role-playing? They're so deep into character, even throwing around words like 'magic expertise'... what the hell?"
"Hmph, what are you staring at? What's there to look at?"
"Holy crap! What kind of mount is that? Seventy million health? Level 75? Is this guy even higher level than Orgod himself?" Slaughter Guild player gasped in shock.
Only now did the players realize the "Dragon Followers" dressed as swordsmen and their comrades were all riding high-level mounts, most of which were at least level 70 and above.
