The 100th Regression of the Max-Level Player - RMLP Chapter 115: The Elf Guild (Part 2)

On one hand, the traitors were relieved they wouldn’t be easily exposed beforehand.

But…

[Traitor Group Failure Penalty: All stats reduced by 20%.]

The message that appeared to one side only served to deepen their despair.

Ryu Min, however, paid no mind to such messages.

‘This will start the same way. Shocked by the nicknames, shocked by the number of traitors.’

As Ryu Min predicted, the players were first surprised by the absence of their nicknames, then by the message that appeared.

[Escort the Elf Guild]

└Safely escort the Elf Guild to its destination.

└If successful, all participants will receive experience points.

└The person who contributes most to defeating the traitors will receive a sub-quest reward.

└If all traitors are eliminated, additional rewards will be given.

[Current personnel status]

└Participants: 740  

└Traitors: 5  

“Look at this. There are five traitors among us!”

“How do we find them?”

“What if we start by attacking each other?”

The players, perplexed, decided to start by probing each other with attacks.

However, they soon realized it was impossible to check over 700 people one by one and gave up.

“Ah, we need to catch those traitor bastards.”

“How do we find those five?”

“It feels as uncomfortable as having a bug in your mouth, really.”

While the players sighed in frustration, the traitor group breathed a sigh of relief.

Then, without fail, the carriage procession appeared.

It was a long line that seemed endless.

“Oh, elves, elves.”

“Really. They look exactly like the elves from the game.”

“Seriously, it’s like a copy of my female elf character.”

The elves, with their pointed ears, were distinguished by their fair skin and beautiful features, regardless of gender.

This was a stark contrast to the dwarves, who all resembled uncles or grandfathers.

Moreover, the magic-floating, wheel-less carriages were eye-catching.

The noble air of the elves was secondary.

“Greetings, warriors from the other world. As promised, you were waiting here.”

A tall, handsome elf stepped forward and bowed gracefully.

“My name is Yugrito, and I operate the magic caravan under Elsorium. It’s reassuring to have the warriors of the temple come to meet us.”

His smile was enough to sway the hearts of the female players.  

To the men, it was nothing short of nauseating.

‘As expected, they call us ‘warriors from the other world’.’

It was common for the natives to address the players this way.

For Ryu Min, this was nothing new, but for players encountering the natives for the first time, even understanding the language was fascinating.

“Wow, elves really exist?”

“Or are they created beings?”

“Just ask. Are you really an elf?”

“Eh? What do you mean?”

Yugrito tilted his head, puzzled.

Ryu Min thought it was a foolish question to ask if elves truly existed.  

It was like asking a human if they were really human.

‘The important thing isn’t whether elves exist. It’s how much we can benefit from them.’

Like how he gained the rune of durability by increasing his reputation with the dwarf race, there were benefits to be gained from the elves.

‘The elixir that elves only offer to truly important guests. That’s what I need to get from this escort mission.’

So, how could he be treated as such an esteemed guest?

The answer was simple.

‘Just like with the dwarves, saving their lives should do the trick.’

But for that, the traitors needed to make a move, and they didn’t seem to have the guts.

‘Even if they attack, the elf knights disguised as merchants and the earth and wind spirits surrounding the carriages will protect them, rendering it futile.’

So, he had to wait for a monster attack and save them from a crisis.

But saving the elf merchants wouldn’t yield much more than gratitude.

‘As I said, they’re knights of Elsorium disguised as merchants.’

The reason why knights would disguise themselves as merchants was clear without reading thoughts.

‘They have something precious to protect.’

If he could barely save that precious thing?

Surely, the elves would treat Ryu Min as a distinguished guest, even as a lifelong benefactor.

‘That precious thing is…’

Ryu Min’s gaze swept over the line of carriages.

Among the 30 carriages, only the 15th in the middle had a distinctly different design and pattern.

‘There it is. There, the Elf Princess is hiding.’

The Elf Princess, Eufinelcia.

If he could protect her from a monster attack, Ryu Min would be able to obtain what he desired from the elves.

Suddenly, someone who recognized Ryu Min approached him.

“Oh? Black Scythe-nim?”

It was none other than Heo Taeseok.

“Old-Man-No-Gay. You were here.”

“Black Scythe-nim, how are you…”

“Obviously. I chose the Elf Guild, so I’m here.”

After speaking, he read Heo Taeseok’s thoughts and realized the question had a different implication.

‘He’s wondering how I chose the same location as him.’

It was a ridiculous misunderstanding, but there was no need to correct him.

Heo Taeseok himself shook his head, correcting his own thoughts.

-Black Scythe-nim wouldn’t have known I chose the Elf Guild. Then is this a fateful encounter? A destiny to party with Black Scythe-nim again?

Heo Taeseok was trying to find any way to connect himself with Black Scythe.

“…Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Oh, nothing. Hehe…”

Heo Taeseok, who had been intently staring at Ryu Min, suddenly turned away shyly.

‘Knowing his intentions makes his gaze all the more burdensome.’

Ryu Min inwardly clicked his tongue, but there was another person who made him feel uncomfortable.

“Black Scythe?”

“Hm? You are…?”

An unexpected figure approached Ryu Min.

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