He was speechless; he had clearly said that a hell-level quest wouldn't be that easy, so he explicitly instructed to choose gold coins that could be stored in the panel and wouldn't drop.
It's his own rebelliousness, who can he blame?
The other three were also silent. This resentment was so intense that even the Evil Sword Immortal would have to acknowledge it; it's endless, absolutely endless.
At this moment, Demacia sent another screen full of messages full of resentment.
It seemed to notice the four of them were online, the messaging speed became even faster.
Guard Brigade: [Ignore him, let's go find Baiyi. Did you all read the notes I sent?]
[Read it]×3.
Demacia: [!!!]
Guard Brigade: [...Check your private messages, we're off.]
Guard Brigade closed the group chat and cautiously looked outside: "What am I doing? Hell-level tasks are really difficult. After the task was completed yesterday, I got killed. If I'm not careful, I'll get blocked at the respawn point."
