3 What now?

"So you saying we actually all have been transported here? That would be incredible!", our trapper, Forest Tree says.

"No shit, bro. If we...I think it happened to all of us...so it shouldn't be fake", Brute says.

"Hello. It may be sudden but all of you have been granted your wish to find a purpose for living, fighting and dying. You all had the same. So we the Conglomerate of Gods decided we would send all of you to the same world. We know that you won't become tyrants that want to have all the power. And because you are such exceptions we even gifted you your armor and weapons. And to top it all: we gifted you a system. It won't be much and isn't way better than the 'things' from this world. That is your system at least. Your armor and weapons?... Well, they definitely are. I hope you can understand and enjoy this second half of your life. Maybe find a woman? Whatever. Maybe until another time."

That was what the voice told us. We don't have another choice, do we? So we pack our things and walk towards the next town, called 'Dragon Emperor Central'. How we know how it's called? Black Iron got the map skill and it's really useful. We others also have skills now but don't use them. Why? We don't need them yet.

Little time skip and we arrive at a street. It's mid-day and we don't want to stand out. So we wait a bit.

There!

Some bandits want to rob people. But before they can anything we surround them and kill them without anyone noticing. Looting them and leaving them there could be a problem. So we bury them. It should be around 15:00. We stored our weapons and helmets. The weapons can be stored via the system. The helmet can be morphed into the other parts of the armor. With the coats of the bandits, we look like quite a strange group. Our big boy Brute, with 1,98m, already a massive body looks really big with the armor and clothes. Forest Tree, 1,80m and me, Blitz, also 1,81m, are a middle built. But both of us are ripped. Our commander Black Iron looking like a child with 1,60m. And our snipe with another ripped body and too many scars to count is also 1,92m.

Of course, we get stared at.

At the gate of the city, we encountered our first problem.

"So you want to enter, huh?"

To our surprise, the people here talk English.

"Yeah, got a problem with that...", when our sniper talks it can be easily used to intimidate people. He's a natural.

"Not me but the magistrate. Sorry. I will lead you to my superior", the guard told us. But he had shaky legs. And the same would happen every time. So after a half a day we actually got an audience with the king. The butler who brought us into the palace was so snobby. So I shot him. Now they are all scared. They send maids to please us. But these maids just run away if they see us. Are we that scary?

Whatever. At the evening we get a letter from the king to meet and eat with him. Comman-...Black Iron says we should go so naturally we all go. Not in the shabby leather but with our armor exposed, helmets under one arm and a rifle on our back. We probably look like demons or even worse. So what? We arrive at the door to the dining hall. What is this? It's so easy to get in. Just a bit harder than normal wood and a bit of iron.

"Greet his majesty, the emperor of the holy fields and savior of the needing ones!", some fat guy yells. After he finished the other people in the hall all bowed and didn't go up again. Just us five were standing. The literal black sheeps.

"You guys in the strange black armor! How dare you disrespect the king! Guar-"

"Lord Lincha, that's enough. Those guests maybe don't know of our hierarchy. So, listen to this king and hold your breath. Right now we shall listen to them and in return, they shall listen to us."

"Black Iron, you gonna talk? Or we just gonna kill'em?" Brute asks.

"Brute, we are going to talk a bit with them. Remember, not everyone you talk to wants to kill you. And now to you, hierarch. We just arrived in this city. So we surely don't know everything yet. But one thing is clear. There are only two kinds of people we lower our heads for fallen camerades and family. So let us do what we came here for and eat. For us, the dead and everyone that will come after us."

"So it shall be" the king answers, even though he wonders why the teenager was the head of the group. So did many others. The meal was good but nowhere near nice. The king and his followers wondered about bad eating manners. The mercenaries tried their best to eat like aristocrats, they failed.

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