Viretta, pushing through the fallen people, reached the precarious edge of the stage and raised her voice.

“Do you understand? Even though there are only five of us, we have a chance. Myself, the second daughter of Medlit, along with Iola, the master of lightning magic who can stop a crying child from crying, a loyal friend who would eagerly jump into danger, and a butcher who challenges common sense and rules—all gathered together!”

“I want to die right now…”

Saffron, who had been introduced with such grand words, muttered gloomily while covering his face with his butchering knife.

His actions inadvertently drew attention, and the crowd gasped. Saffron ground his teeth, suppressing the urge to strike someone.

“To join us on this journey, will you sponsor us? We are brave warriors, but it takes money just to prepare spears.”

Viretta’s rhetoric was fluent. Her tone, volume, and content flowed seamlessly, without any hesitation.

“This is a golden opportunity. If you save up your pocket money and invest, just a few months from now, you’ll be bragging at a drinking party saying, ‘I knew those guys were going to catch a dragon!’ You’ll be able to boast that the ten silver coins I contributed became the spear that caught the dragon!”

The students were stirred by Viretta’s words.

The chance to invest and have a foot in this adventure seemed irresistibly attractive.

But they hesitated. Deep inside, there were still lingering feelings of discomfort.@@novelbin@@

Viretta had already predicted this. Public psychology was as clear as a shallow stream.

She threw them a bait.

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