Beside him was a giant with a blunt weapon, followed by a man with long hair and a woman in a robe in the back row.

�Two warriors.�One of them is a prosecutor.�One archer, one mage.�I can sort it out like this.�Even though it�s a tourist destination, it�s lined up.�It�s a party with a lot of practical experience.�I think not following him was the right decision.�

The mercenaries walked to the tiered altar to the east of the central temple.�Sirone remembered that place.�Unusually, it was a place where I thought it was strange because the natives were guarding it.

Among the mercenaries who approached the natives, the archer gesticulated and spoke.�He probably spoke the Kergo language.

The native looked around bluntly.�It was clear that he cared about people�s attention.�Sirone and the others realized that now was the right time and went down the stairs.

When the native activated the device, a rectangular crack opened in the altar and was pushed inside.�As the thick stone gate moved to the side, an entrance covered with a dark barrier appeared.

�Wait!�We will go in too!�

The mercenaries who were moving their steps looked back with firm expressions.�But the tension quickly dissipated and irritation set in.�The kids who were bullying at the bar were coming running.

�what?�When did you guys follow me?�

�Mister, can we go in together?�

�Go away!�This is where we found it!�Do you know where this is?�

�Don�t do that����!�

The moment Sirone pleaded again, the leader drew his sword.�It can�t be said that the speed of the launching sword was fast, but after countless repetitions, the naturalness that was acquired by the body was outstanding.

�You wanna die?�Do we look good?�If it doesn�t go out, I�ll cut everyone�s throat here.�

Unlike before, Sirone did not back down.�At his bar, he couldn�t even turn his head, but now they were looking straight in the eye.�The contrast effect made the leader uncomfortable.

�These children����!�

said the native guarding the altar.

�Are you together?�

The leader gave up his life and looked back at the archer.�The only person who could interpret was the archer.

�What is this child saying?�

�I�m asking if you�re with me?�

�joy!�what is the group�I�ll take care of it now, so please wait.�

When the archer conveyed the leader�s words, the eyes of the natives widened.�He spoke in an overbearing tone, as if he had been insulted.

�Warriors do not fight anywhere.�Anyone who disturbs the sacred altar with blood will never set foot here.�

The archer licked his lips and translated.

�I think you better quit.�They say they won�t let you in if you fight here.�

�Sheesh!�lucky kids.�You saved your life twice.�

As if the leader didn�t want to care anymore, he mounted the sword and entered the altar at the same time.�Then the other party followed and entered the dark door.

Sirone and the others held their place for a while.�If they went in together, there would have been no problem, but the situation was like this, and the sharp eyes of the natives were bothered.

�If you want to be tested, come in.�The eyes of an angel will watch over you.� JrNovels.com