"Everyone, come and take a look. Welcome to welcome our new partners."

"Is there finally someone new coming to see you?"

"Hahahaha, no problem, just leave it to me Tulakov, I guarantee they will adapt to this place in a month."

"Come on, you can only teach newcomers to rush into monsters and die. Let me, Shashik, do it. What is the way of survival? It can be learned quickly in three days and completed in one year. With me here, Raphael no longer has to worry.

It’s a matter of newcomers dying in battle.”

"Huh? Your way of survival? Could it be that you are talking about your ability to hide in defense and bully the weak and fear the strong?"

"What are you talking about? This is called sizing up the situation and using the long side to defeat the short side. Do you know that? Or is your mindless rampage more suitable for a newcomer?"

"It seems like you can't understand people anymore, so you can only draw a line and compete to see who is more qualified to teach newcomers."

"It's just what I want. Let's go now to avoid the newcomer being robbed."

"Okay, you two should be quiet, don't scare anyone, let's take a look first."

"By the way, didn't Raphael say that during this period... something will come, will it come?"

"He's the elder of our alliance, you pig-brained person."

"I heard that Raphael's precious granddaughter will come over."

"oh!!!"

"oh oh!!!"

"Oh oh oh!!!"

A group of people became excited.

"Raphael's granddaughter...could it be that I can finally end my days as a bachelor?"

"No, no, no, I am more suitable. If you inherit Raphael's bloodline, you should prefer me who is gentle and elegant."

"Go away, strength is the source of all beauty."

"I asked you what you want to do with savage ginseng. The aesthetics are completely different."

"I like it, you can handle it."

"Ahem, everyone, please stop arguing and listen to what I have to say." He seemed to be the one who broke the news first, coughing a few times to break up the quarrel.

"I haven't finished what I just said. The exact news is that Raphael's granddaughter will come with her prospective husband, the elder of the alliance."

People quarreling: "..."

"Ah ha ha ha ha, you are all stupid. You guys who want to eat swan meat don't even look at how old you are." The barbarian smiled happily.

"Hit him!" Someone shouted angrily, and the scene suddenly became chaotic.

Well, what's going on? Why is it so noisy just after arriving, as if something has happened?

Especially the loud voices of the barbarians were tearing at the eardrums, and it was as if they could feel the spittle spray coming towards them.

After returning to the real world from the endless space corridor, Linya and I were still spinning. We were immediately attacked by sound waves again, and our heads became even more painful.

"Linya."

"Brother Wu."

When we encountered this situation, both of us were a little at a loss and subconsciously held hands.

"Hey, why are there only two of us? Could it be that they are really the guests that Raphael mentioned, not newcomers?"

At this time, a clear voice came out among the noise, which seemed to make the chaotic scene much quieter, but what followed was a lot of sharp eyes staring at him like needles.

Shaking my head, I squinted my eyes and took a step forward from the teleportation array, with the intention of protecting Linya behind me. My hazy vision began to clear.

Looking around, I was immediately shocked.

When did so many people gather in the teleportation array?

There were all kinds of people, tall and short, men and women, thick and slender. They were sitting in a group, and the people on the left started to fight for some reason.

Everyone was wearing simple clothes, which was completely different from what I imagined wearing ferocious armor, covered in blood, and with murderous intent on their faces.

If it weren't for these people who could indeed feel the aura and smell of the strong, and the thick blood hidden in the peace, I would definitely have regarded the scene in front of me as the scene in front of me that was divided into three factions in a certain village.

Among the villagers, two minority groups got into a fight over something, while the other majority group stayed on the sidelines and watched forcefully. This is the script.

Because of the presence of Linya and me, the people who were struggling together stopped fighting, and all eyes gathered in unison.

"Ha...ah hahaha, um...good morning everyone."

The scene of big eyes glaring at small eyes, many eyes glaring but few eyes remained deadlocked for a while, but I still felt like I was sitting on a pincushion. I smiled stiffly and said hello.

"Newcomer?" The barbarian who was closer to me and still grappling with a paladin asked in a concise and concise manner with eyes as big as cowbells.

"Hmm... that's right." I replied delicately. It was my first time in the third world, so I should be considered a newcomer.

"Why are there only two here? Where are the rest of the team?" He asked again. Perhaps everyone wanted to know this question, so as soon as he finished speaking, the scene became quiet.

The rest of the team? Are you talking about Carlos, Seattle and Sister Sharna?

"They didn't come." I shook my head.

"Why don't you come together and treat this place as a place to play?" The giant-sized barbarian snorted and became angry.

"And the most important thing is, why can't I feel a strong aura from you? You must have sneaked here."

I:"……"

I'm really sorry for not having the momentum of a master.

At this time, Linya also recovered, stepped forward gently, and snuggled next to me. Although she was as surprised as I was at the existence of these people in front of her, she was worthy of being the heir of the blood of hundreds of tribes. There was no trace of it in her eyes.

Confused and troubled, the eyes of gentle relatives looked at these people.

"Oh oh oh, everyone, look at the beauty." Many male adventurers whistled.

"Wait a minute, Tulakov, let's stop the competition first. We seem to have made a mistake." Another middle-aged man who was not afraid and dared to fight with the barbarians looked at the aura he gave off.

Paladin profession, while speaking at this time, he let go of the opponent's hand.

"Excuse me, are you the helpers sent by Great Elder Akara?"

I nodded.

There was an uproar among the people.

"I'm confused whether he is a newcomer or a helper." Next to the paladin, a barbarian named Tulakov seemed to be holding his head, causing confusion.

Is it necessary to be so troubled? As a newcomer and a helper, doesn't it just make sense?

I am worried about the single-core and single-thread computing capabilities of the barbarian in front of me. Is it really okay for these guys to go to the battlefield with it?

"That is to say...you are Raphael's granddaughter." The paladin's eyes turned to Linya.

"Exactly." Linya took a step slightly from behind me and bowed to these people gracefully.

At this time, everyone started to take a closer look.

"It's true, she's Raphael's granddaughter, and her hair is exactly the same color."

"Idiot, the face looks very similar, too. It's almost the template of Raphael when he was young."

"Shhhh, keep your voice down. You are young or not, what will you do if you are overheard? If you want to die, don't drag me into this."

The surroundings were suddenly filled with silence.

Seeing the behavior of these people, I seemed to understand the reason why Akara repeatedly asked me to call me Lord Raphael instead of Raphael ***. The princess of the Hundred Tribes seemed to be particularly concerned about the issue of age.

Of course, this is not surprising. Which female singer or movie star doesn’t want to stay young forever and still dress up like she is twenty years old when she is forty or fifty years old? Raphael, who is known as a singer and dancer, is also a human being.

"They are similar in size."

"The most important thing is the temperament. Did you see that the temperament is the same as Raphael's? It's full of intimacy. It's absolutely true. She is Raphael's granddaughter."

Finally, everyone made the final decision.

"But..." At this moment, a discordant voice came.

Although he didn't continue talking, everyone seemed to understand it unanimously.

What does it mean behind it?

Then, all eyes, regardless of men or women, fell on Linya's breasts.

Hey Hey hey.

I blocked Linya behind me and stared at them.

However, it doesn’t feel like that’s the case. These gazes do not contain sexual desire. Whether they are men or women, they all reveal the same thought and the same emotion. I can’t describe it well. I can only say that it is similar to...

Speechless eyes, compassion, and a sense of watching a good show.

As for whom I am speechless, whom I feel pity for, and who I want to watch, I don’t know.

In short, it was a period of confused silence.

"What are you guys doing here? Do you want to bully my granddaughter?"
To be continued...