Alvin Morgan, controlling Madam Whitlock, ambled over to the entrance of The Molten Grotto. The first thing he saw was Master Rory, with text bubbles constantly popping up over her head.
In the party channel—
[Master Rory]talaile.
[Young Lord Shawn]Alright, everyone, listen up. Get ready to enter the dungeon.
[Madam Whitlock]Wait a minute. One of the max-level players needs to leave.
[Young Lord Shawn]??? Are you talking to me?
[Madam Whitlock]Yeah. Either you or the Healer needs to go.
Zeke Quincy turned to glance at Aurora Sinclair. She was still focused on her computer, diligently practicing her typing.
Madam Whitlock's words caused the party channel to erupt into chaos once again.
This low-level character was way too arrogant. What gave them the right to speak to their guild leader and top healer like that?
[Barron]You've got some nerve. Who do you think you are?
[Maple Loves Oak]Telling the Healer to leave? Why don't you leave instead?
