Whether it was that mysterious spatial magic, he had seen some people perform it, but the effect was simply incomparable to when Gauss used it. Gauss’s spatial magic was like teleportation, leaving no time for any reaction.
But other casters, even if they had talent and mastered similar spatial magic, would still show obvious flaws, such as long preparation time making it impractical in combat.
Clearly, Gauss’s spatial talent and his professional talent equally crushed the average person.
As for those magic missiles raining down like a storm, Bigby’s Hand that can destroy terrain for tens of meters with a wave, and the light beams that can instantly obliterate anything within, all seemed extremely terrifying in Gauss’s hands, who mastered teleportation.
A scholarly caster maxed out in mobility, yet with protective and melee abilities far surpassing a warrior, frankly speaking, with his knowledge, he currently couldn’t see any weaknesses.
The weaknesses like warriors fearing kite strategies or mages fearing close combat did not exist with Gauss. Perhaps only a strong person obviously beyond his level descending from the sky could defeat him.
George Bell, having tidied his clothes, walked out of the big tent with a slightly complicated mood.
Speaking of which, he was even one of the first adventure group leaders in this maze to come into contact with Gauss. They were stationed at the exit camp to rest just when Gauss arrived at the fourth level.
At that time, he had not realized that this young-looking leader possessed such strong power, and even had a rash first impression of Gauss due to the Red Dragon Team’s urgent departure for exploration.
But unexpectedly, the tables turned so quickly.
It turned out that Gauss’s "recklessness" was just self-confidence in his own strength.
During the subsequent time on the fourth level, although he intended to continue getting acquainted with Gauss, the timing was not right, and strictly speaking, this meeting was the first encounter since their last farewell.
He didn’t bring too many people, just two subordinates following him.
On the road, other adventure groups were the same.
Everyone nodded at each other and walked together toward the Red Dragon Team’s camp.
This atmosphere wasn’t quite like a negotiation between adventure groups but more like attending a leader’s meeting, except no one present felt anything was inappropriate.
The Red Dragon Team members worked quickly, and the meeting place had been set up in advance, in a classic layout.
Two rows separated on both sides of the passage, with the main seat in front reserved for Gauss.
Dozens of people squeezed into one venue, making it look bustling.
Some high-levels of adventure groups who had relatively friendly relationships also stood in groups chatting.
The fifth level was very large, and unlike the fourth, it was a virtually unexplored land.
If it weren’t for Gauss, the leader of the Red Dragon Team, hosting the meeting, they might have already eagerly gone off exploring various places. Ordinary people’s reputation couldn’t compare to the tangible gold and cultivation resources in hand.
Suddenly, a figure slowly walked in at the entrance, and everyone’s gaze subconsciously turned towards him. It was a special kind of charisma as if standing in the center of a crowd of thousands, he could still be spotted at a glance.
Having finished washing, Gauss was dressed in nothing more than a simple thin white tunic, his lower half clad in wide, loose black trousers made of ordinary fabric. Compared to most of those present, even this outfit looked rather shabby.
Yet, at this moment, it seemed to possess a unique charm on Gauss.
Simple and pure, faintly emitting a soft white glow, like the most top-tier noble luxury item, yet without the ostentatiousness brought by elaborate embellishments.
If he dressed like this and walked out from the woodland at night, ordinary people might mistake him for a God walking the earth.
With Gauss taking a step inside, the original chatter instantly ceased.
This was an instinctive reaction.
Like birds in the woods suddenly encountering a raptor, all subconsciously intimidated by him.
However, once they realized it, everyone hurriedly squeezed out smiles and walked briskly toward Gauss.
"Commander Gauss’s heroic presence is truly enviable."
"To be honest, I’m old Harold, and there haven’t been many people I’ve admired in my life, but you’re definitely one of them."
"Yes, we were worried before we came whether we could manage the fifth level. Now with Commander Gauss here, our minds are at ease."
"You flatter me."
Voices rose and fell.
Initially, some people were too proud of their status to speak, but seeing others, even those who usually kept their haughty demeanor, going up one by one to engage in conversation, they quickly went up to get acquainted too.
"Commander George, we meet again. Thank you for the information and warning you provided earlier."
When George came forward to greet proactively, Gauss opened his mouth to speak.
His impression of this commander was still good; when he first arrived on the fourth level, although George advised against rushing into exploration, he could feel that his intentions were not bad.
George Bell was slightly taken aback, then hurriedly extended his hand to shake Gauss’s.
"Commander Gauss, as long as you don’t mind me being nosy."
George seemed a bit embarrassed.
Putting himself in Gauss’s position, he might find people like himself somewhat laughable.
"Why would I..." Gauss chuckled, shaking his head, his expression very calm, giving an impression of trustworthiness.
He was never a domineering person, always kind to others unless the other’s character was off or they sought trouble with him.
Because he himself had also come all the way from a bottom adventurer without support, he understood the hard-won nature of the power and comrades he now had.
No need to offend others out of malicious pleasure or as a show of authority, after all, the strength he demonstrated was already the best show of authority.
Moreover, people are not alone; there might be unseen complex networks of relationships behind them.
Maybe someone seemingly insignificant could be connected to a significant figure behind the scenes, so it’s better to maintain friendliness.
Of course, this wasn’t cowardice; if someone insisted on seeking trouble with him, he would also respond with a decisive and thorough counter-action, ensuring all traces were cleaned up completely.
The two exchanged a few more words.
Soon, everyone began to take their seats.
Gauss took the initiative to sit at the main seat, and everyone else, after a round of courteous gestures, also settled into their seats.
Then the maze exploration meeting organized by the Red Dragon Team officially began.
With Ivan assisting, helping to lead the meeting agenda.
Firstly, naturally, was the handling of the monster corpse materials Gauss and the others had slain.
They didn’t have that much logistics manpower, plus with the time, it was better to explore other parts of the fifth level, so naturally, they contracted it out like on the fourth level.
Some adventure groups’ logistics teams had enough manpower, and even without selling Gauss’s face, they were willing to take on similar "businesses" anyway, as there was profit to be made.
After rough processing, the materials were transported out by familiar transport teams to guilds outside for sale, earning considerable profits.
No one would turn away money.
The only difference was how much gold coins should be used to take those several thousand corpse materials.
There was bidding like an auction at the meeting site.
Ultimately, George from the Iron Hand Brotherhood secured it at the highest price.
Gauss was also a little surprised.
But upon careful consideration, it actually made sense.
On one hand, though George’s Iron Hand Brotherhood might slightly lack high-end power, they had a large number of people.
Some adventure groups’ logistics teams had enough manpower, and even without selling Gauss’s face, they were willing to take on similar "businesses" anyway, as there was profit to be made.
After rough processing, the materials were transported out by familiar transport teams to guilds outside for sale, earning considerable profits.
No one would turn away money.
The only difference was how much gold coins should be used to take those several thousand corpse materials.
There was bidding like an auction at the meeting site.
Ultimately, George from the Iron Hand Brotherhood secured it at the highest price.
Gauss was also a little surprised.
But upon careful consideration, it actually made sense.
On one hand, though George’s Iron Hand Brotherhood might slightly lack high-end power, they had a large number of people.