After speaking, he urged his horse to the front of the team.
Uncle Mo and the other adventurers quickly mounted their horses and took the initiative to move to the front of the team, protecting him while also taking the lead.
A small interlude temporarily ceased.
Gauss took in everything with a keen eye.
Exchanging a glance with Aaliyah and Serdur, they both saw a trace of helplessness in each other’s eyes.
Fortunately, they only had to travel with this group for a short distance.
"Let’s go."
The team finally began to move slowly, leaving behind Forest Crown Town’s unique green gate, heading towards the deeper, unknown, and dangerous Jade Forest.
...
"Stop, let’s have lunch first."
Half a day had passed, and the group had already entered the Jade Forest and traveled a good distance.
Uncle Mo kept his promise, and although several waves of demons were encountered on the way, they were quickly cleared by their small team, including removing weeds and branches at the front.
This slightly improved Gauss’s impression of them.
However, during the noon break, the two groups still ate separately.
One group in the middle of the team, the other at the front.
"Young master, when you’re out, you need to temper your temper," the middle-aged man in the white robe sighed, advising earnestly. "Even if you have ideas, there’s no need to voice them and offend people, right?"
"And what if I offend them?" Rock shook his head, indifferent. "Isn’t that why you’re here?"
"Furthermore, even if I do offend them, I might not see them a few times in this life. By the time I ascend to a higher tier, these people will still be struggling in this barren land."
Rock’s lips curled into a smile.
He understood many things but deemed them insignificant.
His background destined him to achieve much more than many others.
Concerning some passersby, he deemed it unnecessary to invest much thought or concern.
"Young master, you may have misunderstood." Mo Jar shook his head gravely.
"Are you referring to the man in the black robe?" Rock noticed Mo Jar’s fleeting glance in that direction, raising an eyebrow.
"Yes."
"But he’s just a level 3 professional, nothing special." Rock shook his head, perhaps noticing Gauss had caught Mo Jar’s attention, carrying a hint of rivalry in his tone. "I’m probably younger than him."
His family guards included many level 3 professionals; such professionals might seem unreachable to commoners, but they didn’t warrant much attention in his eyes.
If not for some family medicine being restricted, he might have been at levels 4-5 by now, instead of lingering at this level.
"He’s not an ordinary level 3 professional... he’s very strong," Mo Jar shook his head, his gaze lingering on Rock’s spirited face for a moment.
Of course, this evaluation of being very strong was in the context of a level 3 professional.
In most cases, the level could reflect strength but not all the time; it could be deceiving.
According to what he knew, some could easily defeat peers of the same or higher level.
Though he hadn’t seen Gauss in action, his keen perception suggested Gauss was likely such a rare talent.
"..." Hearing Mo Jar’s solemn evaluation, Rock intended to retort, but considering the level, he found himself suddenly lacking confidence.
He could only grumble softly, defiantly.
"Well... so what, in a few years when I become a master tier, he might still be struggling at the elite level..."
"Even if he’s temporarily beyond me, that doesn’t mean much. My talent isn’t something ordinary people can catch up with."
"...." Now it was Mo Jar’s turn to be at a loss for words.
He was momentarily unsure of what to say.
Did this young master really believe his talent was outstanding and not entirely reliant on family resources?
But thinking it over, the young master wasn’t completely wrong.
There’s a vast difference between stages, significantly impacting strength levels.
It’s incredibly hard for ordinary people to ascend from elite to master tier.
The young master’s "talent" was destined to move seamlessly to master tier, at which point that young man indeed wouldn’t be a match for him.
An ordinary person’s talent pales in significance against the thousand-year-old resources of a family.
Not everyone can become a Legendary Sword Saint from humble beginnings.
Mo Jar shook his head.
After the lunch break ended, the convoy continued its journey.
Traveling along the forest road for a while, the distant sight gradually opened up, with the noise growing ever louder.
These weren’t the sounds of insects and beasts within the forest, but human activity’s commotion, metal clanging, wood sawing, rough shouts, goods being unloaded...
Around the last dense thicket, the view opened up.
A remarkably vast forest clearing had been artificially created.
The wall of Outpost 11 stood in the center, looking incredibly majestic, but bypassing the wall to see behind...
For now, it was simply a massive, busy, and slightly chaotic construction site.
Inside and outside the wall, there were busy figures everywhere.
Engineers and workers shouted together, wielding tools, hoisting logs with brute force.