I Don't Need To Log Out Chapter 60 Before the Meeting

"Sy, how is it going on your side? Don't disappoint like Draco," Asef said angrily through the magic crystal.

"Everything is going according to plan. We have three Mis in Kelta," he declared.

This female Keldar was Sy, the second strongest Demon.

"Good. This plan must succeed!" Asef cut the connection after saying that.

"Sigh..." Sy was in deep contemplation.

"Sir, is there a problem?" One of her aides asked.

"Don't worry, you all can leave now," she ordered.

What happens now? She thought. Is it really necessary to kill them all?

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"You might rember Maverick from the tournant you participated in," Kir said before adding, "He was the one who had summoned the arena."

"What? The arena was a summon?" Carn asked, her eyes wide with surprise. "Is it possible to summon non-living beings?"

They knew it was magically built, but summoning was different from building with magic.

The trainer, Maverick, chuckled. "You must be a new summoner. Don't worry—you'll learn everything you need to know if you train here." He spoke with a hint of pride, clearly pleased with his knowledge and skills.

Kir quickly added, "They won't be joining us permanently since they'll train inside the Citadel. However, you're always welco here during your free ti."

It was evident that Kir hoped to see the saviors train at his facility.

Immortal saviors could beco exceptional soldiers, but he refrained from openly pushing the idea against the order, especially with Nora present.

The group continued their tour, exploring various facilities and observing so of the magical devices used in training.

By the end of the tour, most of the players decided they wouldn't spend much ti here, viewing it as unnecessary for their gaplay.

The tour concluded shortly after, but Kir stopped Nora to share sothing privately. Of course, Arlon secretly listened in. Continue your saga on empire

"It seems the anti-saviors are expanding," Kir said, his tone laced with concern. "I've heard rumors that so of them are already in Kelta. Be careful!"

"Don't worry," Nora replied, her voice steady. "I've heard the sa, but I doubt they'll act openly in Kelta."

"Good. As long as you're aware."

With that, Kir bid her farewell and walked off.

As the evening approached, the group began making their way back to the inn.

On the way, a boy carrying a letter ran up to Nora. "Miss Nora, this is from the gate," he said, handing her the envelope.

Nora quickly scanned the contents before addressing the group, her expression tight with irritation. "It seems Mr. Arlon has arrived at the gates, but there's an issue. I'll need to go handle it."

Her frustration was evident—yet another task added to her workload.

"Could one of you saviors accompany ? Preferably the one closest to Mr. Arlon," she asked, her tone betraying her exasperation.

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A few minutes earlier, at the gates...

"Sir, welco to Kelta. May I see your ID?"

The copy, now under Arlon's direct control thanks to their proximity, didn't seem surprised by the request.

"I don't have an ID," the copy responded calmly. "I'm part of Lady Rael's party, here on Lord Zephyrion's invitation."

The guard nodded. "Ah, we were inford of your arrival. However, we'll need to search your belongings before you can enter. Also, may I ask you to remove your mask?"

"Huh? Is that really necessary?" Arlon hesitated. Removing the mask could jeopardize his dual identity, and he couldn't afford that risk.

"I'm sorry, sir, but for security reasons, we need to verify your face."

Arlon quickly thought of an excuse. "The mask is... glued to my face," he said, feigning embarrassnt.

The guard's eyebrows twitched, clearly skeptical. However, he didn't want to risk offending Lady Rael's guest.

"Very well, sir," the guard said reluctantly. "Would you mind waiting in the guard station while we contact Lady Rael?"

Arlon agreed, feeling a pang of guilt for making the guard's job unnecessarily complicated.

***

After so ti, Nora and June arrived at the gate.

"Miss Nora, thank you for coming," the guard said apologetically.

"It's alright," Nora replied briskly. "We'll handle the verification inside." She gestured for the copy to follow her into the guard station.

"Sir Arlon," Nora said, her tone professional. "It's a pleasure to et you. I'm Nora, and I'll be assisting you during your stay here."

June greeted him with a polite nod.

"So," Nora continued, "I understand you're unable to remove your mask. May I ask why?"

"Ah, it's a personal matter," Arlon explained, carefully maintaining his cover. "But Lady Rael assured it wouldn't be an issue."

Nora smiled politely but pressed further. "In that case, would you mind if Miss June sent you a ssage to confirm your identity? It's a simple precaution."

Ah, so that is the reason June also ca. Only a player, or savior, can send a ssage to another savior. Arlon thought, nodding. "Of course. Miss June, please go ahead. I've temporarily disabled my chat block."

After June sent the ssage and verified his identity, the guards completed their search of his belongings. Satisfied, they allowed him to proceed.

"Mr. Arlon," Nora said, "I apologize for the inconvenience, but I must return to the Citadel imdiately. Would you mind if Miss June accompanied you to the inn instead?"

Without waiting for a reply, she turned and sprinted toward the Citadel, just like the other administrators.

She was visibly faster than most, though.

Arlon and June walked to the inn together. Along the way, June shared updates on what had transpired since his absence. Arlon listened quietly, though he already knew most of what she was saying.

When they reached the inn, they parted ways. Arlon the player's room was located so distance from the guide's room.

But that detail didn't matter much. As long as he swapped between the rooms, everything would stay in order.

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Arlon had to wait for the next day since he was currently acting as Arlon the player, and players were required to log out.

During the night, he took on the role of the guide. By morning, he donned his mask once again, ready to continue the charade.

With their schedule free until their eting with Zephyrion, the group, including Arlon, spent their ti together exploring the city and sharing als.

"Mr. Arlon," Pierre began hesitantly during one of their outings, "we accepted your offer and ca here, but it's been almost two weeks now, and we haven't done much of anything. So of us are close to dropping off the leaderboard."

It was clear from his tone that this concern had already been discussed among the players.

"Don't worry," Arlon replied calmly. "By next week, you'll realize that the leaderboard doesn't matter."

He offered no further explanation, leaving the group visibly unsatisfied with his response.

Despite their frustration, no one pushed him further. After all, he was arguably losing the most by being here and not leveling up.

Arlon, however, wasn't concerned. He knew Zephyrion would make it clear that this wasn't just a ga during the eting for the first ti for the players in this tiline.

And if for so reason Zephyrion didn't, Arlon would ensure they understood. There was no need to rush the revelation.

In the anti, the group couldn't help but notice Arlon's new Wraithguard Set.

Of course, Arlon was already wearing it since this would an he didn't need to change the Sentinel's Legacy Set constantly between his copy and himself.

And the rest of the players also realized the upgrade and understood that they were the only ones who did nothing in the last week.

Ti seed to pass more quickly as the week ca to a close, and before they knew it, the new week arrived. The long-awaited eting with Zephyrion was finally upon them.