The Adventurer's Mission Log

Chapter 9 Nordruwa Company

The human form is weaker in combat than the alien form, but there's no need for Tenor to stand in the middle right now. A large group of swordsmen, archers, and axemen wearing chainmail poured into the hall, each of them highly skilled, and they fought the heretics to a standstill.

Ronan the Knight had already rushed to the half-demon's side. All that could be seen was the flashing light of swords and the crisp sound of clashing metal. In the blink of an eye, they had fought their way from the central hall to the left hall.

Their lips moved slightly, clearly indicating that they were gathering magic.

But as the elf fired an arrow, the nobleman had no choice but to dodge it, instantly teleporting to the right hall, his incantation interrupted.

Tenor wielded the big stick with great force, without any skill, but no one dared to take the blow. Two or three demon worshippers were forced to retreat in defeat.

As the saying goes, "an inch longer, an inch stronger," their short knives and slender swords are fine for street brawls, but how can they fight against long weapons head-on?

A terrifying howl, like that of a wolf, echoed through the hall, prompting Tenor to glance sideways.

But then the Valencian axeman in the adventure team tore off his bearskin cloak, revealing his muscular upper body covered in animal-shaped piercings. His eyes were completely devoid of reason, and he swung his two-handed axe with one hand.

The wizard who was ambushing him from the corner fired a pink ray at him, and the runes on the warrior's body instantly shone bright red, deflecting the magic.

The Valentin warriors howled like wild beasts, hacking down the heretics who came near, snapping a wizard's neck and tearing his head off. "Angra!" he roared repeatedly, as if calling for the attention of the gods, before lunging at the next wizard.

As Tenor smashed the guards around the corner, Ronan's spell was coming to an end. The light in the room suddenly dimmed, focusing on Ronan's raised hand. Seeing that things were not going well, the half-demon immediately took out a scroll and tore it to shreds.

All the demon worshippers quickly faded into the shadows. Ronan, the "Knight," fixed his gaze on the half-demon, recognizing it as the "Bridge of Shadows," where these heretics were trying to teleport away.

He snorted coldly and threw out a spear formed from the power of Haixi. Haixi is a white, bright, and sacred magical wind, symbolizing enlightenment and purity, and is most effective in suppressing evil and chaos.

In the instant before the half-demon vanished, the power of a solar flare pierced its body, and a shrill scream escaped its lips. Tenor clearly saw the phantom of a banshee blasted from the noble's body, its entire body charred by light and heat.

The next instant, all the cultists vanished.

The Ronan man was not discouraged. He cleared his throat and announced loudly:

"I have slain the 'Masked Man' of the 'Pleasure Association,' and the demon has been banished from our world!"

Rejoice! Friends, brothers and sisters of the Nordruva Company! Hermes has guided us to new victories!

Only 6 out of the 18 people present cheered and shouted.

Tenor didn't see this as a victory worth celebrating. He was busy finding his torn clothes, taking out the money inside, and wrapping his sensitive areas with tattered pieces of cloth.

He secretly lamented—these were brand new clothes! They were about to burst before he even had a chance to warm them up!

He wished he had more scales so he wouldn't have to bother with clothes.

The red-haired female elf, her hair tied in a ponytail, used her sword to check the corpses one by one to see if they were alive or dead, while the Valencian berserker knelt on the ground and prayed to the "Lord of the Cold Night".

The doctor, dressed in a grey robe of the Benevolent Lord, was examining the rescued slaves. He sighed dejectedly, "They are beyond saving. Help them find release! Captain Reginald, the Benevolent Lord will understand us."

Meanwhile, the rest of the people were scavenging for gold and silver treasures from the corpses and the shattered banquet site—being an adventurer is no romantic job.

Captain Reginald was about to deliver a passionate but empty speech when a halfling came running down the stairs in a panic, shouting, "The army! The army is here!"

Tenor's heart tightened—he hadn't forgotten who had tricked him into this hotel. If a group of demon-worshipping soldiers were hacked to death by them and then claimed it was an illegal attack, there would be no way to seek justice!

We have to escape.

Before the thought had even formed, he noticed Ronan "Knight" Reginald briefly chanting a spell over the wall, and then the wall rippled like water, forming a small door large enough for one person to pass through.

"Don't rush! Line up! We'll let you through one by one!"

Tenor brazenly approached, and no one stopped him.

He was the second to last. Reginald, who opened the door, looked at Tenor with a strange expression, his gaze gradually shifting downwards.

Tenor hurriedly stepped into the portal. He didn't feel anything unusual, but after just one step, he arrived at a rented room. Judging from the environment, it seemed to be somewhere in the outer city.

Unexpectedly, we've come full circle... Tenor felt a vague unease; the outer city was an area where the Emerald Order was active.

But glancing around, he felt relieved—it was safe for now. If the demon cultists attacked, he would have to fight the 18 adventurers of the Nordruwa Company first.

In front of Tenor, an Imperial man with a full beard was taking off his armor and sitting on a rickety sofa. He glanced at Tenor, chuckled, and muttered, "Damn, he's got some skills."

"...Dude, I thought you were a Valentin savage!"

Many eyes were focused on Tenor's naked body. He felt a little embarrassed, but then he thought—as long as he wasn't embarrassed, it was others who were embarrassed. So he confidently found a corner to sit down and leaned the burning sword against his body.

The round mirror hanging on the wall rippled, and the image in the mirror was the previous underground hall. Reginald walked out of the mirror and appeared directly in the open space in front of the mirror.

He let out a long breath, took off the magic mirror, hung it on his waist, and then took out an incense stick and lit it to soothe his nerves.

After finishing everything, Reginald leaned against the wall, looked directly at the stranger who had followed him, and raised his eyebrows.

"I am Reginald of the de Nordroy family, and as you can see, I am the company leader."

"We serve the true faith of Hermes, and under the witness of knowledge and faith, we have established the Wandering Society..." Reginald said, glancing at the others around him, his tone becoming somewhat unnatural and his expression complex.

Because in the entire company, the only real scholars were him and the doctor, and the only literate ones included the unlikable elf deputy officer, the illiteracy rate was truly alarming.

Although it is the Explorers' Society that volunteers for Hermes, the team is more like a mercenary group with muscles but no brains.

Reginald abruptly changed the subject:

"Um... how should I address you?"

"Tenor." Tenor spoke succinctly, having already sized up everyone in the room, secretly alarmed—most of them did not seem to be good people.

Having just fought side by side, he wasn't afraid of these people causing trouble. His only worry was what to do next, whether he could still enter the inner city to escape the Jade Order's pursuit, or whether he would need to leave the city to face unknown risks.

Reginald was a talkative man, and seeing Tenor's coldness, he didn't feel offended. He continued the conversation with a scholarly air, "I've never seen a half-human like you before... um... sorry, no offense meant, I'm not sure which half you consider yourself to be."

Half-humans generally suffer from identity disorder; some loathe their alien bloodline, while others are ashamed of their human part.

In any case, half-humans are an anomaly in human society, so Reginald thought Tenor's indifference was normal—perhaps he was already used to being ostracized.

Tenor looked at Reginald, wondering why the guy was apologizing. It was rare to meet a scholar who knew half-humans, wouldn't it be foolish not to take the opportunity to find out some information?

"Have you ever seen someone like me... a half-human?"

"I've seen some half-humans in books, and I've seen their corpses on my adventures..." Hmm... I've seen quite a few in the laboratory's specimen collection... Reginald wisely didn't say the second half of the sentence, "But I've never seen your kind."

"Are you a dragonborn?" He immediately contradicted himself, "No, I'm very different from a dragonborn. I'm more like some kind of amphibian, a fish-man? Not quite..."

Ternor interrupted Reginald's rambling and asked bluntly, "Do you know about sublimation reagents?"

Reginald's eyes flickered, and he hesitated, not answering immediately.

On the contrary, the Valencian berserker chimed in gruffly, "What sublimation potion? Is it the valuable magic potion of that fat sheep we've been eyeing?"

"Gail! If you don't speak up, no one will think you're a fool!" someone immediately interrupted him.

Tenor looked away, understanding dawning on him—this group did indeed have clues about the sublimation reagent.

Because awakening potions are monopolized by certain organizations, half-humans are generally members of those organizations, which monopolize promotion channels.

Wild half-humans are few, but not non-existent. Those half-human organizations have a bad reputation, and even villains don't want to be their slave warriors, preferring to find other ways out.

Therefore, sublimation reagents are in short supply and can be sold at high prices, leaving wild half-humans to be ripped off.

Ternoal requires a sublimation reagent.

Before he could even shake off the Emerald Order, he'd already gotten into trouble with the Pleasure Society. All those demons' lackeys would be after him; he couldn't possibly kill all his enemies.

Only by becoming stronger, strong enough, can the threat posed by the demon worshippers be eliminated.

At the very least, they need to be stronger than they are now in order to survive the demon cult's pursuit.