Who are you calling a stable boy?!

"As for Bai Ling Qingyu's other team members, they were likely killed in a sneak attack before they even had a chance to send a message."

"So, we can only start from here now..."

YOYO moved the long pole in her hand: "Based on Master Erta's judgment that the ley lines were abnormal, we will extend the route here and, at Bai Ling Qingyu's normal travel speed, delineate an area that roughly encompasses the battlefield."

"We're preparing to send a highly capable joint team to investigate this area. Originally, my plan was for Komilia to lead the team, but now—"

YOYO looked up at Zheng Jing and said, "Lord Xingzhe, I hope you can take on the role of captain of the joint team!"

Zheng Jing scratched his cheek.

"Well... I think I can handle this myself."

“I know you are very strong, but the battlefield is not a fighting ring. Those thugs will stop at nothing to kill a strong person like you! I understand your concerns. How about this? You will personally select all the members of the joint team! If you really cannot find any suitable team members within three days and decide to go alone, then I will respect your judgment and say no more.”

Zheng Jing knew that YOYO meant well, so he rolled his eyes and raised his hand to make a gesture.

"Alright, as you wish, three days!"

-

Walking down the street, Momoga observed her surroundings out of the corner of her eye.

The infiltration went smoothly.

Using the magic "Perfect Warrior" to conceal his identity as a magic caster, he donned a set of jet-black full-body armor selected from his dusty inventory. Considering that the two sides in the war seemed to have clear good and evil alignments, he even dug out a few fashionable little junk items that could be used to hide the good and evil attribute values ​​he wore.

In the end, he made a very farsighted move.

Thinking of this, Momoga stopped and looked back at the city gate.

On the city wall, a large golden bell hangs. When he entered, the soldiers guarding the city gate looked at the bell for a moment while checking him.

He learned upon asking that it was a golden bell called the Clear Voice. According to the soldiers, it had the ability to distinguish between demons and cultists. No matter what kind of disguise any demon or cultist made, as long as they dared to step into the city, the Clear Voice would ring out.

This made Momoga very glad that she had prepared in advance.

"Lord Momogha?"

Hearing the call, Momoga withdrew her gaze and thoughts, and lowered her head in response to the sound.

"Narberal, do you remember my instructions when we set off?"

"Ah, I'm so sorry! Mr. Momoga!"

"It's alright, just be more careful from now on."

Choosing to have Nabella accompany him was a result of his careful consideration.

There are not many members in the Great Tomb of Narrator who have a fully formed human form, and Narberal, who is a dual illusion, is one of them.

In addition, given her multifaceted abilities and calm demeanor, after much consideration, Momogar concluded that Sebastian was probably the only one more suitable to accompany her on this journey than Narberal.

But what about Sebastian...?

"Let's go."

Momoga took a step.

Although the city looks like a military stronghold, the town itself is not overly strict and does not exclude outsiders.

This is naturally a good thing for him.

Having entered the city under the name of the adventurer Momoga, what he needs most right now is a reliable way to gather important intelligence...

"Ok?"

Momoga, who had been walking with Nabella for a while, suddenly noticed a crowd gathered at the street corner ahead.

They led Naberal over and found that people were gathered in front of a notice board.

Taking advantage of his height, he raised his head and looked at the largest and most conspicuous notice on the bulletin board—

"The joint team...recruiting members?"

Chapter 298: Zheng Jing Fights the White Bone Demon!

The recruitment of members for the Allied Forces is open not only to players, but also to the native inhabitants of this material plane.

Although the native inhabitants of this material plane are generally weaker than the players, the alliance needs not only powerful members, but also some explorers who are familiar with the terrain and have extensive experience.

Registration was indeed open to anyone who could get into the city.

However, to reach the interview stage, one must first go through a screening process based on written materials.

Those who are unreliable just by looking at the written materials will definitely be the first to be eliminated.

The rest were all gathered at a training ground in the city for interviews on the third day after the notice was posted.

Squatting in the chief interviewer's chair, Zheng Jing rested his chin on his hand, watching another interviewee walk into the room.

"Hehe, it's my turn now. I definitely won't let you all down."

A robust, reddish-skinned orc stood in the center of the arena, raised his hands, and flexed his strong muscles towards Zheng Jing.

A barbarian of overall level 12, whose specialties are eating and fighting.

Zheng Jing raised his eyelids slightly.

"Hmm... how many spots are left?"

He suddenly asked.

"There are four more cats!"

To his right, the cat-man sitting in the chair immediately replied, "Captain, be serious, meow!"

"I'm very serious."

Zheng Jing drew out the last syllable and picked up a plaque from the table.

"pass."

"Yay! I knew I could do it!"

The orc cheered and left the field, guided by two soldiers on the sidelines.

"team leader!"

The cat-man suddenly stood up from the chair.

"His overall level is not low, and he also has the characteristic of being able to resist mental influences, so he is indeed qualified as a front-line member."

"Huh? He has this trait, meow?"

The cat-man picked up the document in his hand and looked at it: "Nothing's written, meow..."

"Humph."

Reaching out and rubbing the cat's head, Zheng Jing said with a smile, "You really think I, Old Zheng, am just squatting here being lazy?"

"Hmm... Captain, your technique is amazing, meow... Wait! You've lost your 'touch curl', meow!"

The cat-like figure, realizing what was happening, reluctantly pressed down on Zheng Jing's large hand.

As the most popular mascot of Happy Star Cat, Bubble isn't someone you can just pet!

"I'm not a guest now, I'm your captain now."

Zheng Jing grinned: "If you really hate it, then I, Old Zheng, really won't touch it anymore."

"Goo..."

Bubble sniffed its little black nose: "Well, you'll have to pet me when you're not doing official business..."

Seeing that Bubble had let go of his hand, Zheng Jing chuckled and gently patted the kitten's head.

He never expected to meet the signboard girl he had met once before in this way.

Even more unexpectedly, this cat-like female mascot who looks like a Siamese cat is actually a level 13 ranger, a genuine demon slayer.

Her team, "Small-bodied Enthusiasts," was an elite force that YOYO had previously prepared to hand over to Komilia to lead.

Thinking of this, Zheng Jingyi glanced sideways at the big guy lying next to the cat-man, feeling a bit emotional.

That was a giant wolf, nearly two meters tall, named MiTuan, who was Bubble the cat-man's animal companion.

Seemingly sensing Zheng Jing's gaze, Mi Tuan, which had been lying with its eyes closed, pricked up its ears and opened its eyes. Upon discovering that it was Zheng Jing looking at it, it lowered its ears and made a few whimpering sounds.

"Relax, relax, I'm not trying to cause you any trouble. I just think you're pretty and want to take a few more glances."

Zheng Jing smiled and waved.

When Mi Tuan first met him, she barked at him aggressively a few times.

For some reason, Zheng Jing couldn't help but glare at the sight of the black, fur-covered rice ball baring its teeth.

Then MiTuan got so scared that it tucked its tail between its legs.

After that, whenever the unfortunate child saw him, he would look terrified.

After spending some time petting cats and playing with dogs, Zheng Jing counted on his fingers and realized that, including the orc man named Yale from earlier, there were still three spots left in the allied team.

"Next person."

After calling out, Zheng Jing reached into the stack of documents.

"Oh? They're a pair."

Looking at the two pages of documents pinned together in his hand, Zheng Jing raised an eyebrow.

When players who already have a fixed team come for an interview, their materials will naturally be submitted according to the size of their team.

However, these two are more like partners than a team.

This was the first time Zheng Jing had ever seen interviewee materials in this format.

However, that wasn't what interested him.

It was the names of these two people that made him feel somewhat familiar.

Momoga, Nabella...

Zheng Jing scratched his cheek.

It looks familiar.

However, according to their information, neither of these two were players; they were locals from this material plane...

While Zheng Jing was pondering this, Momoga, who was traveling with Nabella, stepped into the arena.

After seeing the recruitment notice on the street, he used some methods to inquire and managed to understand a little bit about it.

That is, if one can join this joint investigation team, it may be possible to infiltrate the Holy Church Expeditionary Force in one fell swoop.

In addition, he was also very concerned about the purpose of establishing this joint investigation team.

He suspected that it was likely aimed at the Great Tomb, or, from the perspective of the expeditionary force, it was to investigate the disappearance of the two squads.

This gave him even more reason to infiltrate the joint investigation team.

After these two days, he has gained a better understanding of the world. Although there are considerable risks involved, Momoga believes it is worthwhile and necessary to give it a try.

"Naberal, be careful."

"Yes!"

Still feeling a little uneasy, Nabella gave Momoga a few more instructions before stepping into the center of the room to observe the two interviewers in front of her.

Uh......

Three people?

Momoga glanced at the large black canine lying on the ground, then at the strange creature that had risen up on the chair, wearing a hooded, close-fitting garment and looking like a Siamese cat.

Finally, he looked at the person squatting on the chair, holding two pages of paper, who seemed unremarkable compared to the other two.

Just then, Momoga saw the man raise his head.

"Well--"

Its golden aura was dazzling and overwhelming.

Those golden-red eyes, seemingly burning fiercely, made Momoga involuntarily let out a muffled groan.

This feeling of being seen through made him suddenly realize that, right now and in this place, who was the one he needed to be most vigilant about?

"Momoga, sir?"