New World
The Death Mask Headquarters

Not much conversation was going on over Chiro's back who was flying towards the Death Mask's headquarters. Cleo simply gave directions as to where Chiro should take them flying.

Cleo had to bow down in embarrassment while riding on the back of the Dragon. He had to admit, the flying speed of the Dragon belonging to his invited guests was much faster than his Winged Lion. After all his Winged Lion attitude, further adding to his embarrassment.

Like a lazy cat and instead of flying alone, Willi just sat curled up with both wings folded over the Dragon's back. Makes Cleo feel like she has failed at being a tamer for her partner.

Two hours of flying was enough for Chiro to arrive at the outskirts of the dense forest. Cleo signaled the Dragon-owner to land her Dragon before entering the forest.

The headquarters of the Death Mask was so secretive, it was impossible for anyone else to know the location of the headquarters. Moreover, if it flew through the forest, it was certain that the Death Mask headquarters would never be found.

"We have to walk from here..." Cleo said as she descended from the back of the Dragon that had been carrying her.

"All right..." Alan comes down from Chiro's back, asking Chiro to return to his original size. Chiro also released a dark aura that was instantly reabsorbed by Alan. His large body instantly shrank back to its original size. Become a cute black and white dragon once again.

"Don't lose track of me. It's full of traps already set up." Cleo warned the two guests.

"Sure..." Alan only smiled faintly, hearing the warning from Cleo. He had taken the time to release the Shadow Zone to detect the forest before him.

And no wonder Cleo gave him a warning. The forest before him was full of traps. Get anyone who tries to navigate this forest to search the Death Mask headquarters back without a life.

The path Cleo showed was the safest path, one that was purposely made especially for the Death Mask members. There was absolutely no trap that became the barrier to the journey of Alan and the others.

The group stopped at a large tree. There was nothing special about the tree, so no one would suspect that the tree was the headquarters of an assassin organization called Death Mask.

Cleo took out an object from her storage bag, a dark green-colored stone. Throw the stone towards the big tree. The stone floated and emitted a green light, then slowly the big tree in front of the five of them instantly lifted up by itself.

"It's incredible..." Alan was a little surprised by what he saw. He had seen a secret chamber door underground. But what he saw this time was really different in quality.

Two years of New World running, and players really take advantage of that time to make everything in New World more impressive.

"Let's go in..." Take Cleo after the secret door is fully opened. The floating green stone flew back to Cleo for her to keep.

Alan did not expect more on the Death Mask Headquarters, given its location hidden underground. But what he saw was much more than his expectations. The headquarters of the Death Mask was arranged so neatly, even though it was in the ground. The floors and walls used to compose each hallway and room are the best quality granite stone. Alan could not imagine, how much money was spent by the organization called Death Mask to build a headquarters like this.

"I brought you what you asked Commander." Greetings Cleo to a woman who was sitting sweetly on one of the sofas in the room. Once seen Alan can tell if the room where he stands is specifically used to welcome Death Mask guests.

Alan was slightly amazed to see what he saw, a female player dressed in scanty clothes seemed to be enjoying tea. Her sky-blue clothes only covered part of her body, revealing most of the hemispheres that decorated her chest. The curves of his body were clearly visible, a navel hole in the middle of the abdomen became a separate sight that should not be missed.

The woman stood up to greet her guests. The hemisphere of the skirt that shows its long legs can now be found Alan.

"Welcome to say... Introduce, I'm Atlantic... I'm sorry about what I should call you both?" Atlantik said politely, he still did not know the two figures in front of him were male or female. The robe that covered all of their bodies properly performed its duties perfectly.

"Just call me USA... And this is my servant, Flyin." Alan replied to the black-haired woman who had just introduced herself.

"Please sit Mr. US..." The Atlantic shook his hand to allow his two guests to sit. "Tea? Or Wine?" Bargain the Atlantic that runs to the table in the corner of the room. On the table, several drinks were prepared. Indicates the Atlantic is ready to welcome the two guests.

"Anything..." Alan wasn't really expecting to get a treat. He's just here to see what Commander Death Mask wants.

"Please..." The Atlantic gave two glasses of wine to his guests. Although Alan did not ask, it would have been an obligation of the Atlantic to prepare the best dish.

And... Wuek... It doesn't taste good... Alan is confused why people are willing to pay dearly for a drink that tastes jumbled. The mixture of taste between stale, sour, and a little sweet. It was fortunate that his black hood had managed to cover up his dislike face. If not, maybe Atlantic and Cleo would know right away if Alan was a first-time country boy drinking Wine.

"No need to hunt... Looks like your waiter enjoyed the Wine I served so much..." The little lips of the Atlantic smiled small, adding to the beautiful impression possessed by the Atlantic instantly increased many times over.

"Flyins..." Alan was a little surprised, seeing that the glass Flyin was carrying was gone.

"What's up, sir? Isn't this delicious?" Reply Flyin innocently. Flyin was also the first to drink Wine. And result... Wine is no less delicious than blood. That's what Flyin said.

"Ah... Never mind..." Alan did not want to question what Flyin was doing, after all the drink was already served. It's up to Alan and Flyin to spend it or not.

"Look this Sir... I'd like to buy the item you have." The Atlantic is directly at the heart of the matter. Once he saw, he knew that Alan was not a person who liked trite talk.

"What do you mean?"

"Item that could double the death penalty. I'm ready to pay whatever you ask."

"Oh... What if I don't want to?"

"Come Sir... I'm sure if you're aware of where you are right now." The Atlantic kept a small smile. It reminds Alan that he does not accept one thing called rejection.

"Ohh... Come onl... Don't you know why my friend and I came here? Do you think we can't just get out of here?" Alan replied without losing his worry.

"Of course I understand. That's why I offered to buy it. Not by taking it." The Atlantik picked up his teacup, still not feeling worried about the warning from Alan.

"I can't give you that item. That item is precious to me." Alan put down his glass, signifying there was nothing more to discuss in this place.

The Atlantic held back a little, only this time there were people who remained adamant about rejecting his offer. He was very kind to that person. The Atlantic put its tea cup on the table.

"Are you really serious about it?" The Atlantic once again confirmed the answer from Alan. Once again he got a rejection, then all who were guarding in the room will immediately move.

"Do you think everything that's looking at me scares me enough?" Alan's smile behind his hood. He knew he was being watched by more than 20 people in the room.

"Hem... You're the one who forced us then..." Atlantic waved his hand, signaling all the Death Mask members inside the room to make a move.

Cleo knew that this negotiation would not go smoothly. Cleo had wanted to warn her Commander, but it seemed that all was inevitable. He knew both sides would not give up on each other. Retreating and securing yourself is a wise choice. He is aware of what kind of power the US has. All the Death Mask members moved were not necessarily able to finish him off.

More than 20 players hiding in the darkness of the room immediately came out to attack Alan. Those twenty players were all trained Assassins, giving quick and deadly attacks was their specialty.

"You're forcing me, too, then..." Alan gave off an aura of darkness that was so thick from within his body. Making the figure of Alan who was still sitting looked so terrible.

Wuing...

Alan activated Shadow Zone, setting everything that had been moving straight to a stop. Everything within the Shadow Zone instantly stopped.

"You should have realized... Who exactly are you fighting..." Alan looked at the Atlantic face that looked so shocked. The beautiful face that was so confident now looks so scared because of Alan.

"Death to you..." Alan shot a poisonous needle from his gauntlet towards the Assassin who was eyeing him. All who were exposed to Alan's poisonous needles could only lament their fate while feeling the pain of being exposed to the poison from Alan.