Chapter 279: Setting Up a Skirmish Between the Two Teams! (1/2)

Everyone met up in front of a famous high-end restaurant called Mins' Restaurant. There were some media following them, but they did not care that much nor did they pay that much attention towards them.

The Manager of the restaurant clearly recognizes their identity as Pedro, Weyron, Meen, Talia, and Lony's faces were all over the news that was broadcasted on the television inside the restaurant. So, the manager of the restaurant approached them with a big smile and asked, ”Madams, Sirs… Welcome to Mins' Restaurant! How can I help you?”

Pedro simply said, ”A table for eleven, please.”

”Eleven? I see, sir. Please kindly wait for a second, we'll prepare the tables for all of you to fit in.” The manager respectfully said as he stole a glance towards the other restaurant crew as if he was telling them to arrange a table for eleven people.

”Will do, thanks!” Pedro nodded in response. Then, he glanced at Weyron and asked, ”Why don't you invite the other three players that are already selected for your roster?”

Weyron simply shook his head in response and said, ”Do you want to scare them by introducing these freaks—ehem, great players?”

Meen could not help but frown in response.

While Pedro simply laughed before saying, ”How was your training? Do you know how to swing your sword properly now?”

”Aish! Don't change the subject that fast, cousin Peds!” Weyron grumbled. ”My schedule is really packed because of tasks from here and there! It's busy enough for me already, you know?”

Pedro simply smiled in response and said, ”Here I thought you can spare us some time for some in-game combat sparring… I guess you are too busy for that. What a shame…”

”W-W-What did you say?” Weyron asked as everyone else glanced towards Pedro out of astonishment from what he said.

Fortunately, the manager of the restaurant interrupted them with a menu in his hands, while saying, ”Uhm… Sir… Your table is ready!”

”Great!” Pedro said as he clapped his hands. Then, he said to everyone, ”Let's go! I am hungry!”

Hopeless, everyone could only follow Pedro in response as they resumed to the topics they were discussing beforehand.

Pedro simply ordered the appropriate platter meals that would be sufficient for everyone else. And while waiting for the food to be served, the restaurant crews—even the restaurant manager, requested a picture with them.

The same thing happened with the other customers of the restaurant and even some passerby that had thick faces. Well… It was better than that rather than an awkward silence amongst them.

Eventually, they were left to their own accord as their meals were served. And while eating, Pedro asked Weyron once again, saying, ”You and your guild really don't have any time to spare for a skirmish of some sort?”

”Are you serious?” Weyron asked with both of his brows raised—doubting that Pedro was seriously considering a skirmish amongst the two teams.

”Yeah, why wouldn't I?” Pedro said. ”We lack experience in dealing with opponents that have huge numbers, while your team is lacking experience fighting against a strong group of opponents. I think it would be a win-win if the two teams would be able to have a skirmish against each other.”

”How many players do you want me to send?” Weyron asked. ”And, what are the other specific details of the skirmish. I doubt that we would even be allowed to use our trump cards?”

”Hmm… It's obvious that we won't use our aces and trump cards!” Pedro said. ”Our goal, after all, is just to gain experience. There's no need for any of the teams to really kill each other. Anyway…”

Pedro glanced towards Arvee and asked, ”Arvee, how many players can you handle. Restrictions applied.”

”Restrictions applied?!” Weyron complained. ”What do you mean by that cousin Peds?”

”Hmm… I can probably take on twenty Aldos, Cap!” Arvee answered in a calm demeanor.

Pedro simply laughed in response. Then, he whispered to Weyron, saying, ”Did you forget that we destroyed a force of Fifty thousand players when our strength was unrestricted. Do you badly want to die in the game, Wey?”