Wizard Immortal

Chapter 450 Players

"this···"

Standing before everyone, facing Adir's questioning, the old man sweated profusely and stammered for a long time, not knowing what to say.

Even though he had planned his response beforehand, now that he was facing Adir in person and feeling Adir's cold gaze, he felt as if he were being stared at by a ferocious beast, and he couldn't utter a word.

Adir's aura was too strong, which was not only due to his identity, but also because of his immense spiritual power.

With his powerful mental strength, even with the great limitations of this world, it would be easy for him to intimidate an ordinary person, leaving no room for resistance.

"Step down."

After observing the old man quietly for a while, Adir finally relented, then shifted his gaze to the long queue in front of him.

The queue at the city gate was very long.

Besides the city's guards and officials who were mobilized, many people in the city also came out to watch, including local residents, some foreign merchants, and some local families.

After all, it's a new lord taking office, and people will always come to see him. Even if they can't get in touch with the new lord, it's good to at least recognize what he looks like.

Looking at this group of people, Adir suddenly froze.

In his perception, there seemed to be several auras lurking in the area, out of place with the surrounding world, emanating an unusual aura.

They were several tall people wearing animal skin coats, who looked out of place with their surroundings.

The reason they seem out of place is their spirit and energy.

The mental state of people living a comfortable life in modern big cities is absolutely different from that of people living in ancient times who spent their entire lives farming.

And that was the impression Adir got from these people.

In Adir's mental perception, the mental fluctuations of these individuals were full of dynamism and activity, forming a stark contrast with the numbness and lifelessness of the others around them.

The most obvious sign was when Adir looked at them.

While others felt awe, these individuals were filled with excitement and exhilaration.

"Interesting, an outsider who smuggled himself in from another world..."

Adir withdrew his gaze from those people, his expression unchanged, but he sighed softly in his heart.

This world is not a single world, but a combination of several worlds.

Adir still remembers the scene when he first entered this world: several worlds merged together, the barriers between them began to dissolve, and they gradually formed one.

The people in front of us bear strong marks of another world, yet they also possess a faint aura of our own world. They are clearly from those worlds that were devoured.

Thinking of this, Adir's heart stirred, but on the surface he did not change. He maintained his previous cold and dignified appearance, riding alone on his horse and leading his guards into the city ahead.

As Adir entered the city, the crowd that had gathered outside the city gates gradually dispersed, leaving only a few scattered people.

"Is that the city lord? He's certainly rich."

Watching Adir's departing figure, a burly young man with a dark complexion and a tall, imposing build gleamed in his eyes: "Did you see his equipment? Putting everything else aside, just that white horse—at this stage of the game, how many people can have that?"

"Don't just look at those things." A fair-skinned, refined young man stepped forward. Although he was wearing a fur coat, he looked like a scholar from a noble family. "I've had someone buy information. This Marquis Hisoka is said to be a prince of the Calard Empire. Although he is not favored by the king, he is still a prince. What are a few good horses to him?"

"Look at the army following behind them. Those hundred knights alone could easily rout thousands." His face flushed as he looked at the knights accompanying Adir into the city, a mixture of excitement and fervor in his eyes. "This is an opportunity."

"What?" The others were taken aback, but the burly young man's eyes lit up: "Slim, you want to..."

"Yes," the refined young man named Slim nodded, "This Prince Hisoka is a great opportunity."

"I once researched the background of this game and finally found that there are only a few ways to get ahead in this world where social mobility is extremely slow and harsh."

"Either become a renowned merchant; or rebel and become a bandit, eventually being recruited by the kingdom and becoming a noble; or directly befriend a high-ranking noble and become their subordinate..."

Slim's eyes lit up: "Normally, we could do all of these methods at the same time, but now we have a good option."

He paused for a moment, then pointed to the city gate in the distance: "There is a prince here, though he seems to be neglected, he is still a prince."

"At this stage, among players worldwide, let alone princes, there are very few who can even connect with lower-ranking nobles. Once we establish a connection with this prince, our Founding Association will gain a significant early advantage!"

"What a pity, how can we get in touch with this prince?" The burly young man asked thoughtfully, looking at Slim in front of him.

"That's not difficult." Slim smiled. "Chairman Lera, you saw what just happened."

"The situation in Sisley City is already so bad that even the original five hundred guards have been reduced to two hundred farmers. Everyone understands the problem, so we don't need to discuss it any further."

"This is the city of Sisley, surrounded by bandits and natives, it's very dangerous. Under such circumstances, if Prince Sisso had even a little sense of crisis, he would strengthen his military forces, that is, recruit soldiers."

"Then our founding association's opportunity will come," he said, spreading his hands and smiling.

"Indeed." Hearing this, Lera smiled as well.

In other respects, they may not have an advantage over the natives in this game, but in this respect, these players have a huge advantage.

As players raised in modern society, they are mostly robust and strong men compared to the natives of this world. In terms of physique and strength, they are far superior to the malnourished natives of this world.

Moreover, as players, they are not afraid of death. After all, even if they die, they can revive by spending game coins. As long as they have enough, they can charge forward without fear of death, which is completely incomparable to the natives of this world.

"Let's do a census later and see how many of our association members were born in Elka."

Looking at the gradually thinning crowd, Lera said, "Once we've determined the prince's next move, we'll issue a notice and have all our members gather here."

(End of this chapter)