[BONUS]
Eventually, Ren and the others broke away from the armies after the meeting was adjourned. From all oddity, Sebastian came with them.
It must be because of Evie's quest with Meriyaah that the centaur was sticking to them like glue. Maybe he was comfortable within a group that they have common acquantance rather than stayed in the army without knowing a single soul.
That was even better news to Ren, for it guaranteed that Sebastian would prioritize healing them over the others.
"Isn't it safer in the armies?" Ragnar asked Ren when they broke out of the circle of shields and spears. Almost all the players were staring at them.
Ren and the others found themselves as the focus of baleful intent in a form of fixated, unsettling stares with homicidal designs that sought their end.
"Ren," called Dimitri of Fate Alliance Guild. He approached Ren with a handful of players, enough to intimidate them with numbers.
"Those books contain unique spells and skills dependent on your race and class, and even acquiring one is enough to catapult your character to the top," Ren declared and everyone listened with grim expression.
He then faced Dimitri. "So . . . are you telling me that all those five books that could probably fetch fifty million in cash are to be sold to you for only two million?"