Crimson Armor

The following morning, in the yard of Crimson Hound's compound.

A group of players had gathered and were waiting for the arrival of the wagon and the driver.

Even though the dungeon's entrance was in Dawnwatch, it would still take around an hour to reach it as the city was still quite large.

While everyone wore their own armor with the familiar crimson cloaks flapping behind them, Adam didn't have any armor as he couldn't afford one.

Therefore, he was in his usual getup with a simple leather vest and pants. He had his familiar steel shortsword dangling from his belt and a round shield strapped to his back.

Seeing his getup, most of the players on the yard scoffed and mocked him inwardly. It didn't give them a lot of confidence that the tank of their group looked so… weak.

"Sigh, I envy you." At that moment, Enigma came from inside and sat beside Adam. "I wish I could join the raid~"