Becoming a Wizard by Starting From the Mind Closure Technique

This path doesn’t mean that just because they have walked ahead, it prevented others from following behind them.

There is no such rule.

If it really leads to or results in conflict, trailing behind doesn’t make a difference from taking detours from other directions.

“Yes.”

Dalton responded and started to pay attention to the other paths.

The six people continued in unison.

During their journey, they encountered a few small teams made up of local apprentices from the North District.

They cautiously kept their distance upon encountering each other, and then separated.

Amongst these teams, there was even one team composed of Pure Blood Will members. They stared at Link for a long time with complicated looks in their eyes but did not take any action.

At most, they reported their location to others through their magic communication tool.

Link did not bother about them.

With so many members of Pure Blood Will, if they genuinely wanted to fight and kill, it would not only be uncertain if they could beat or finish killing everyone, but it would also delay their vital main and side missions.

At this point, the first item in the main task, choosing a faction, had not yet been ascertained.

If they ended up exterminating all members of their own faction, whose heads would they bring for the faction confrontations?

Probably, part of the reason local apprentices from the North District refrained from using their advantage in numbers to declare war on Southern Region Storm Sea New Blood was also this.

“Boss, I’ve found Digee Finley,” Linn suddenly announced excitedly, “He’s with the three solo runners you talked about grouping up with.”

Upon hearing this, Link became interested.

Neither the Flying Sphere observing from high-altitude nor the Bionic Eagle detected them, but the low-altitude Reconnaissance puppets did. Surely something unusual was happening.

If it could be replicated, it could potentially be used to evade high altitude Reconnaissance Magic Tools.

He walked over to Linn and watched the live reconnaissance feed being projected.

It turned out that Digee and the three new bloods from the solo runners were hiding in a pit, likely due to detecting the Reconnaissance puppets lurking above and taking special precautions to avoid them.

The regular optical recon mode had probably overlooked them.

“Let’s go get Digee to regroup with us,” Link said with disappointment; he had thought Digee or the trio had found a way to counter the high-altitude Reconnaissance Magic Tools.

Suppressing his disappointment, Link made a decision.

The team stopped, and Buck along with Ezio made their way to the pit where Digee’s group was hiding.

In no time, six individuals returned.

“Boss.”

Upon seeing Link, Digee greeted him enthusiastically before introducing the three behind him, “This is my boss, I’m sure you all know him. So, my boss is inviting you to join our team. We would have each other’s back. What do you say?”

The trio looked at each other before pushing a short-haired girl forward to converse with Link.

The short-haired girl, named Betty Maggie, wasn’t exactly outgoing.

But among the three, she was the least “social phobic.”

Betty Maggie habitually lowered her head but then forced herself to look up and meet Link’s gaze. Her lips quivering as she asked, “You… you won’t intentionally… intentionally use us as… cannon fodder, right?”

Turned out, what the Social Phobia Trio were actually worried about was that Link would treat them like cannon fodder.

Link shook his head, stating resolutely, “No!”

“Then…okay, we’ll join your… your team.”

With a sigh of relief, Betty Maggie felt as if she had received a substantial promise and made her decision right away.

The other two nodded, showing agreement.

Seeing this, Link didn’t know how to describe his feelings.

Not only had he gathered five of his brothers, but he also managed to persuade three others to join, significantly strengthening their team.

That was good news.

However, if the team members had social phobia, how would he command them?

This was a problem.