Chapter 91: The House of Suosuomiluo

The half-awake fox hesitated for a moment, then swept a stern gaze over the team members behind him.

The murmurs behind him quieted down significantly, showing that the half-awake fox was quite skilled at managing his team.

“I’ll temporarily disband the team and let Brother Nieren form a new one. This time, we’ll enter the Ougmate Mire under Brother Nieren’s command,” the half-awake fox announced his decision to the team members behind him.

The team members looked at each other in surprise. Letting an outsider lead them into a dungeon was something that had never happened before. If the command was mishandled, and the team wiped, each member would lose 20% of their experience!

“Captain, how can this be?”

“Yeah! What if our team wipes?”

“Does he even have the capability?”

“I said it can be done, so it can be done. From now on, Brother Nieren’s orders are equivalent to mine. Anyone who refuses to obey will be dealt with severely. Anyone who doesn’t try their best and causes the mission to fail will know the consequences,” the half-awake fox said sternly. He believed in the principle of not using someone if you doubt them, and fully trusting them once you do. Since he had chosen Nieren as the leader, he would give him the maximum authority.

After watching the video of Nieren and others clearing the Treant Grove, the half-awake fox felt that Nieren was somewhat unfathomable.

Hearing the half-awake fox’s words, the objections immediately quieted down. They understood that once the captain issued a firm command, it absolutely couldn’t be violated, otherwise the consequences would be severe. The half-awake fox had always been absolutely authoritarian within the team.

Nieren nodded. The Sacred Roman Empire’s elite team was much stronger than the team Yaoyao belonged to, and their quality was definitely up to par, without any troublemakers like Chen Bo. Although several thieves were somewhat unhappy that Nieren prioritized selecting thief equipment, they didn’t show it.

System: The half-awake fox has joined your party.

System: Feilai Shitou (Flying Stone) has joined your party.

After a while, the thirty-person team was organized. Although Nieren was the temporary leader, the team was still under the name of the Sacred Roman Empire.

“Alright, now let’s check everyone’s attributes. Mages report your magic damage, shield warriors report your defense and HP, priests report your healing.”

Quickly, the team members reported their attributes. Nieren glanced at the data they provided. These team members had excellent equipment and high attributes. Except for three who were slightly below standard, the rest met the requirements for expert-level dungeons. Nieren asked these three members to buy some scrolls.

“Is there anything else we need to prepare? We’ve already stocked enough paralysis antidotes,” the half-awake fox had a feeling that this time going into the Ougmate Mire, Nieren wouldn’t choose just the easy or normal difficulty, because with the attributes of the team members, even easy or normal difficulty Ougmate Mire wouldn’t require additional scrolls.

“Among your warriors, who has Demoralizing Shout?” Nieren scanned the group, but no team member responded.

“I have it,” the half-awake fox answered, somewhat surprised by Nieren’s sudden question. Did the Ougmate Mire require such an advanced skill?

“Good,” Nieren nodded without elaborating further and continued, “Who has Dispel?”

All five priests in the team responded affirmatively.

The half-awake fox indeed had some insight. He understood the usefulness of Dispel and spared no expense to equip each priest with it, of course, this was also because the half-awake fox had strong financial backing. A Dispel scroll was extremely expensive.

“How many Paladins have Protection from Evil?”

“One,” the half-awake fox replied.

Nieren frowned slightly.

“Not enough?” Seeing Nieren’s expression, the half-awake fox asked.

“What about Cure Blindness?”

“We don’t have that either.”

“We need to find two Protection from Evil scrolls and one Cure Blindness scroll. It would be best if the Shadow Priests could learn a Hold Person spell, although Hold Person is very rare, so if we can’t get it, there’s nothing we can do. We’re a bit short on time.”

“One of my Shadow Priests can cast Hold Person. As for Protection from Evil and Cure Blindness, I’ll go get them right away. I’ll be done in no more than half an hour.”

“I need to buy something. Once you’ve found them, message me, and I’ll come immediately,” Nieren suddenly remembered that there was one essential item needed for entering the Ougmate Mire. After informing the half-awake fox, he headed northeast toward Carol City.

Nieren needed to buy two very useful beginner items. If it wasn’t for going into the Ougmate Mire and suddenly remembering this, he would have almost forgotten.

The northeast corner of Carol City was a vast slum area, with various dilapidated houses scattered around. The alleys were labyrinthine, and it was rare for a player to walk through without getting lost. The endless low-rise buildings meant that even the widest streets were no more than two yards wide, with many narrow alleys only wide enough for one person.

Nieren weaved through the maze of alleys paved with stone slabs, with clutter lining the sides.

“I wonder if I can still find it,” Nieren thought.

Countless intersections crisscrossed, and his memories from his past life were extremely vague, but he still had a vague recollection. Nieren could only rely on certain memories to find the right direction.

That place was extremely remote, and finding it wasn’t easy. He only remembered the general direction.

There was a mysterious shop in this slum that sold good items, but since the prices were too expensive and the items were all low-level, Nieren had only come here two or three times in his past life. When he went into the Ougmate Mire in his past life, he had bought items here, so when he was preparing to go into the Ougmate Mire today, he suddenly remembered it.

After walking through the alleys for more than ten minutes, going the wrong way several times, he finally reached a residence. Checking the address plate, it read “Suosuomiluo’s House.”

“Is this the place?” Nieren hesitated, it seemed to be the right name.

It should be here, Nieren thought, pushing open the door and entering a courtyard. It was a dilapidated house with a roof made of straw.

His memories became clearer again, this time he had finally found the right way.

Passing through a dark corridor, he finally reached the basement, where there was a bit of light. A worn magical lamp flickered with a yellow glow.

This basement was less like a room and more like a storage area filled with clutter. Shelves lined the sides, filled with various bottles containing green, red, blue potions, colorful and dazzling.

An old man wearing a tattered robe and a scruffy beard was shaking a potion bottle in his hand. Noticing Nieren’s entrance, he asked rather rudely, “What do you need?”

A trading interface appeared in front of Nieren, offering various special items, dazzling in their variety.