《Silverhart Online》 1 How did I end up here? "Fuck, my head." Gray Allister could only clutch his head in deep pain as struggled to regain his consciousness. As his vision finally turns clear, the boy''s eyes widen as he now finds himself somewhere lost in what it seems to be a forest, evident by the huge trees that surround him. "How in the freaking blazes did I end up here?" Gray muttered under his breath, utterly confused by his present situation. The boy knows better than to panic, calming himself down as he tries to remember the events that occurred before him being here in the first place. ''Let''s see.'' The boy thought with his eyes closed. ''I recalled being in my office working my ass off together with my team for the alpha stage of Silverhart Online. We were so exhausted in complying before the deadline that after we have finally finished most of the game''s development, I immediately hit the sack.'' Gray in reflex smiled with pride as he thought of the game that they were making. It''s not exactly in its beta stage yet, with too many bugs and errors that still need rectifying. Silverhart Online. It is an MMORPG situated in the vast open world of Silverhart, a magical place where fantasy and adventure awaits. It is also a land filled with strife and warfare, a never-ending battlefield where the player puts his skills up to the test by assuming one of the three primary classes of the game while performing quests and fighting an ongoing war for the people of the said world. The three classes are simply the Warrior, Rogue, and Mage. Gray suddenly realized that he was lost on his thoughts, snapping himself out of an instant as he has more pressing matters to attend to. Like surviving in this godforsaken woods. So his first order of business is to find a river as a source for clean water and find out more about his current situation. After trekking around the forest for a while, Gray instantly breaths a sigh of relief, now finding a nearby open clearing with a river on it. "Thank God," Gray said. "I thought I was a goner." The boy then approaches the river to take a sip to quench his thirst. Finding himself at the water source, Gray could not believe his eyes at what he is seeing at this very moment. His very own reflection. "What in the actual fuck?!" Gray suddenly was taken back by the revelation, stumbling down with immense shock. The reason why he is feeling astonished at this very moment is because of the fact that Gray Allister is by no means a young teenager. He could have sworn that he is in his mid-thirties, a single man with no girlfriend since birth, a virgin no doubt. Standing up as he regained his senses, Gray once more peered at his reflection, staring down at the very young-looking version of himself. Gray is now shown to most likely 17, his youthful appearance radiating for the sun to bask upon. His face, now devoid of any wrinkles caused by the stress of his work. Eyes blinking, Gray scratches his black messy hair as he now witnesses that he is actually wearing something like what normal townsfolk would most probably wear during the medieval ages. He is equipped with a simple white shirt with a brown patch covering a hole on the chest part. His lower garment consists of khaki long pants and a pair of black boots. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. "This is so fucked up." Gray felt uneasy by all of this. "This must be some sort of dream, due to the stress that I and my team have accumulated for the past many days. Now I''m here in some kind of fantasy world probably as apparent by the clothes that I''m wearing." As he was pondering on what his next course of action will be, a small rabbit suddenly appeared as the critter approaches Gray. "What do we have here?" Gray chuckled as he saw the harmless and cute animal. Leaning below to tame it, the boy reaches out his hand. "You lost, little guy?" Before he could even react, the rabbit suddenly bares it very sharp fangs, instantly ripping the hand as Gray shriek in intense pain. "AHHH!!!!" Gray''s black eyes widen in fear at seeing his hand torn out violently, blood gushing out from the severed part of his right arm. The pain is indeed all too real for Gray, now realizing that it''s definitely not a dream. Adrenaline pumping in, Gray now runs for his life despite the unbearable pain, seeing as the rabbit is now spasming, twitching convulsively with saliva foams pouring from its mouth. The rabbit then chases Gray, now seeing the human as its delicious prey. Gray''s eyes widen even further, witnessing the rabbit catching up to him rather quickly. Desperate, Gray tries to outrun the foul creature but failing to do so as the rabbit is far quicker than him. ''Is this it?'' Gray thought with a grimace. ''Is this how my life ends, by the hands of a monster rabbit?'' "Someone help!!!" Gray had no choice, screams in agony, hoping that someone will answer his desperate pleas. "Okay." A female voice was then heard. It seems that whatever God''s above had the heart heed to his request as Gray suddenly heard a loud explosion from behind. Turning around, the boy saw that the rabbit that has been chasing him is now reduced to a pile of ashes, before finally disappearing in its pixelated state. Just like in a video game. "Oh my God." Gray''s mouth drop with surprise at seeing how the rabbit died. "Maybe I''m really in a video game." "You got that right mortal." Now making known before him is a beautiful blonde woman wearing a white dress. "Who are you?" Gray eyed the new figure in curiosity. "Before I introduce myself mortal." The woman smiled teasingly. "Perhaps you should do something about that severed hand of yours." "Oh yeah." Then Gray suddenly lost consciousness due to severe blood loss. The woman simply giggled at the boy''s funny reaction, now finding him to be someone worth interesting. 2 Character Creation "Good, you''re finally awake." Gray finally woke up from the massive loss of blood as he saw the woman smiling playfully at him. To his astonishment, the once severed part on his right arm is all healed up, bringing his hand back to normal, like the incident with the rabbit never happen at all. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. "How?" Gray asks as he stared his right hand in seemingly good condition. "Divine Magic, mortal." The woman answered with a chuckle. They are still in the same clearing, with the woman sitting down with her legs crossed as she eyed the boy with intrigue. "Damn, I was expecting to return to my office in one piece," Gray said with a frown. "But seeing that I''m still here, then it definitely is not a dream." "Yes mortal." The woman answered. "To put it in simple terms for your feeble mind to comprehend, you are in a world of a video game." "A what!?" Gray''s eyes widen at the sudden revelation. Then, the boy regains his composure, seeing no use in panicking. "I see. Perhaps that explains how the rabbit disappeared in pixels when it exploded. I guess that was your doing?" "Yup." The woman grinned. "As such, you are in debt with me mortal." "Mortal," Gray questioned her. "You keep calling me that. Are you some kind of goddess or something?" "Bingo." The woman winks cheerfully. "You sure are perceptive mortal. Are you perhaps an expert in these kinds of things?" "What do you mean ''these kinds of things''?" Gray tilted his head in confusion. "You know," The woman replied. "Fantasy, games, open worlds, MMORPG, that sort of things. I bet you are wondering who I really am right?" Gray nodded in response, truly interested in the true nature of the woman conversing with him. "Alright, allow me to introduce myself." The woman stood up. "My name is Sylvia, the System Goddess of this world, the world of Silverhart." At hearing the world''s name, Gray''s eyes immediately widen in shock, familiar with the name. "Silverhart?" "Yes mortal." The Goddess now known as Sylvia said, eyeing the boy''s baffled expression. "Judging by your reaction, I can say that you are awfully familiar with this world''s name. Care to elaborate on the matter, mortal? In fact, the reason why I save you is that I sense a presence entering this world''s boundary without my expressed permission." "I guess." Seeing perhaps no harm to tell him about his circumstances, the boy told her of how he ended up here. He regaled the story of his previous memories of him overworking in the office together with his team. Sylvia nodded, understanding Gray''s situation more or less. "I see." Sylvia stroke her chin. "This is certainly alarming." Sylvia continued with a grin. "I know about your world mortal. It''s one of the many worlds governed by the God-Emperor Gaia as he maintains the balance of the entire multiverse. Lord Gaia is also an avid video game enthusiast because of how he witnessed his very own human creations in your world playing it to their heart''s content. As such, Lord Gaia created a world based solely on MMORPG where every citizen of Silverhart has their very own system. With me being the Goddess." "A God being influenced by his own creations?" Gray laughed at the irony. "That''s new." "Yes." Sylvia nodded in agreement, not even offended by Gray''s statement. "Anyways, I also find it weird for my world to share the same name with the ones you are developing. This calls for some investigation." "Yeah." Gray shares the same feeling with her. "Still, the game is not that complete though, being in the alpha stage and all. Even if this world also is exactly the same with the game, I still don''t know every element of it, since only our boss knows it." "Indeed," Syliva said. "No use dwelling on it too much then. Since you are here, I suppose that as the Goddess of this world, then its only right that I give you the same privilege as every citizen of Silverhart has, with my very own twist that is." Upon hearing this, Gray''s eyes twinkled in excitement, thrilled that he is going to have his own video game system, like a player character. "I can''t wait!!" Gray said in enthusiasm. "Alright, Character Creation it is." The surrounding area suddenly turns dark, devoid of any of the trees and nature as it fills up with only emptiness in its wake. "Welcome to the world of Systema mortal," Sylvia said with glee. "This is my plane where you will be customizing your character as you see fit." "Awesome!!" Gray yelled, impatient as he could not believe that he could finally fulfill one of his dream of being a player character. His old world¡­ sure he is going to miss it but being on this world of Fantasy, a place where magic and adventure awaits. The mere thought of it brings utmost excitement in his whole faculties. Sylvia cleared her throat as she starts to explain the mechanics. "The Character Creation is something that I only bestow upon the most privilege of mortals in this world who are destined for great things. Because of this, most of the normal denizens of this world are randomly generated with their class, starting abilities and attributes. You are a special case though, being a surprising arrival of causes yet unknown. Also, You don''t want to die anytime soon now, do you? Anyways, Since you already have a name, I suppose we should be skipping that. Instead, I can grant you first the liberty of changing your race." "Wait? I can do that?!" Gray was taken back by this. "I also know that Silverhart Online allows you to pick your own race at the start but I sincerely did not expect this!!" "Of course mortal." Sylvia smirk at Gray''s startled expression. "I''m the System Goddess and every element of this game is on the perfect control of my fingertips." With a snap of Sylvia''s finger, 9 small 2D sprites of different racial figures are shown right in front of Gray. "So, Gray Allister," Sylvia said. "Choose your race wisely since once you have made your decision, then there is no turning back. Gray pondered deeply as he looks at the wide selection of racial choices presented to him. 4 The Mage Classes "An Elf huh." Sylvia eyed Gray with intrigue as she saw him clicking the third sprite out of the 6 racial choices. In a flash of light, the boy''s physical features begun to change. His previous height of 5''6" now stood even taller, towering the Goddess immensely by a solid 6 feet. Not much of his body build has changed, still being the slim guy that he usually is. What''s most noticeable is the fact that his skin turns more flawless, showing no signs of blemish as he turns even more youthful than ever. His face though still remained the same, but the elvish aura that he now assumes has accentuated his desirable traits, turning him even more handsome. Of course, his ears also turn pointy because an elf is not an elf without the ears. "Wow, I really am an Elf." Gray marvels as he touches his pointy ears in sheer wonder. "I definitely felt something has change deep within my body, like something has shifted but in a pleasant way. I just can''t exactly explain." "It''s the magic that awakens, mortal," Sylvia answered. "Your elf blood I might say. The elves are after all blessed by the God Al-Kael as he bestows his powerful boon." Gray nodded in response, not exactly understanding the Goddess but her answer seemingly satisfied the boy for now. "Anyways, I have to ask." Sylvia inquired. "What made you choose the Elf race mortal? Are you perhaps going for the Mage route?" "Yep," Gray said in agreement. "In this world of magic, it would be a lot of fun casting spells and experiments rather than wasting my time swinging swords. That, and in every MMORPG that I play, I always go with a class that has magic. Lastly, I chose this race specifically because of the passive skill, . "Oh," Sylvia sounded intrigued by the boy''s reasoning. "Kindly elaborate." Gray complied. "You see, if I read the skill''s description correctly, grants me a 15% effectiveness in every enchantment that I wear, meaning I''m a lot more powerful if I''m equipped with these kinds of items. In the later parts of the game, If I were to be a Dwarf let''s say, no doubt I''ll be benefiting from the as I can craft equipment which is 20% better. In my opinion, it''s a waste. I could just be an Elf and ask for a Dwarf to craft these items for me while I enchant them by myself, thus having both the better equipment and enchantments in my arsenal." Hearing the boy''s logic, a smirk graces forth on the Goddess'' lips as she is definitely in agreement with the boy''s explanation. "It seems that you have thought this through," Sylvia said. "You are indeed an expert in these kinds of things. Anyways, let''s move on to the next phase of the Character Creation." With another snap of her fingers, the 9 racial sprites have dissipated and another set of sprites appeared which now shows the three primary classes of the game. "The Warrior, Rogue, and Mage." Sylvia presented the sprites. "Unlike your race, you are free to change your class under certain conditions." The Warrior shows an Orc equipped with a Red Plate Armor as he wields a Two-handed Sword resting on his shoulders. The Rogue shows a female Human wearing a set of Brown Leather Armor as she crouches stealthily with a dagger on her right hand. The Mage shows an Elf clad in a blue robe as he was seen with conjured elemental orbs on both his hands. Without hesitation, Gray immediately click the Mage sprite, causing the other two to disappear. "Now, choose what''s among the mage classes mortal," Sylvia said as another set of sprites appeared in front. "Neat." Gray nodded, impressed by how intricate the class system is, being deeper than he initially thought. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. Focused on the sprites, Gray assessed each and every figure as he read every description shown. - The Mage can deal a huge amount of damage with the use of the three destructive elements: Fire, Frost, and Lightning with exceptional mastery, bringing only destruction within his path. As such, the need to contain the dangerous forces is a must if one is willing to take this perilous path. The sprite shows a Human with blue robes as he harnesses the three elements in an expert fashion. "An Elementalist," Gray commented. "Your typical stereotype of a Mage hahaha. I''ve played enough games to know where this is going." The next sprite shows an elderly elf wearing fur robes with a Bear companion on his side. - The Mage is the harbinger of nature itself. They have the capability of utilizing the power of Earth and Wind to vanquish any foe who dares to go against their very being with the ability to call animal companions to aid them in any situation. They can also take the form of Animal Spirits to boost their physical or magical capabilities as they see fit, granting them a new set of skills. "This class might definitely suit me, being an Elf and all that," Gray muttered to himself. "Having an animal companion can be very advantageous and transforming is definitely a plus on my book." Tempting to press the sprite, Gray was not so childish as to dismiss the other sprites, delving deeply into more of the choices. - The Mage is the user of Divine Magic. They are considered to be the Gods'' emissaries as they utilize their magic to heal allies. Despite their helpful nature, they won''t hesitate to defeat any foe who poses a threat to them or their allies, bringing forth the destructive nature of Divine Magic to deal with exceptional damage, especially to Evil beings. "Neh." Gray immediately dismissed this one. "I suck at that support crap. My friends once told me that I was the worse healer during a raid, suggesting that I should change my class hahaha. Ah, good times." Next on the line is a menacing dark figure wielding a dark flame on his hand. The figure is also accompanied by a demonic entity, ready to do his every bidding. - The Mage dabbles on the dark arts of Demonic Magic. Their spells are used solely for the annihilation of their enemies, causing only death and utter destruction to whoever is foolish enough to defy them. They also have the ability to summon Demonic Familiars from the planes of Hellas to assist them in battle, delving into a contract involving blood and soul. "Now this is what I''m talking about." Gray grinned at how bad-ass this class is. "Demonic Magic, Demon Familiars, who would not want that? Still, I kind of feel nervous if I''m going to click this sprite hahaha, seeing as that my very soul might be the price." Turning his head, his attention was certainly piqued upon seeing the next sprite, showing a naked figure with violet skin. The figure is also seen with his eyes glowing violet, achieving some sort of enlightenment in his path to magical power. "Now this looks interesting." Gray is absolutely impressed as he read the sprite''s description. - The Mage assumes magic in its purest form, dealing damage with the use of Arcane Energy. They can shape said energy into their very will, manipulating the fabrics of magic itself as they utilize it for many purposes whether it is by dealing damage to their enemies or supporting their allies. Their magic is also known for being volatile, as the power of Arcane Energy can have unpredictable, catastrophic effects, requiring years of understanding and study before attaining full mastery. After reading all the descriptions, Gray pondered deeply, seeing as every Mage Class is definitely worth taking upon. Except the that is¡­ Because fuck healing, he does not want to be a healing slave during raids or dungeons where everyone is demanding a fucking healing spell every second. In the end, Gray finally made his decision, the class that will take the whole of Silverhart by storm. "Ah, fuck it." 5 User Interface Making his decision, Gray clicked the sprite, causing the other sprites to disappear into pixels. Afterward, the sprite is now seen to be shaking violently and in a quick motion, instantly enters the boy''s body. A surge of incredible power flows forth inside Gray''s body as the violent Arcane Energy begun to assimilate deep within his system. "What''s this?" Gray''s eyes widen with astonishment as he felt rejuvenated. A gush of powerful magic radiated in his very being, signaling the start of something extraordinary. In a short while, the boy was surrounded by streams of violet energy, with his eyes glowing violet. Sylvia looks to be unsurprised by this phenomenon, as if she already knows this, as evident by her calm smile. "It seems that the Class selection is a success." Sylvia nodded with satisfaction. "You are now officially an . How do you feel mortal?" "I feel incredible!!" Gray answered excitedly. "I feel as if I''m intoxicated by this sheer amount of power flowing within me, kind of like a drug if you ask me. It''s very addicting." "Yes." Sylvia agreed. " such as yourself are addicted to the potent feeling of magic since the magic that you have is at its purest form. Thread lightly mortal, not to succumb to its growing power as you get drunk by it. If you fail to control your magic, then it may spell your utter doom, consuming your every being in the most painful death." "Wait, what?" Sylvia''s explanation caused Gray to be dumbfounded, the light on his eyes dissipating back to normal. "You mean the power that I wield is dangerous?" Sylvia nodded. "Yes. Arcane Energy, if failed to control can very well spell your utmost doom. This is why most of the mortals that I granted the privilege of Character Creation rejected this very class, opting for safer options. But if you manage to contain the power within, fabricating its very will into yourself, then you will no doubt possess a power that is beyond your wildest imaginations, shaping forth destruction and creation as the threads of destiny favor in your path." "So in short, greater risks, greater rewards right?" Gray asks and the Goddess nodded once more. "Damn, that kind of suck. Is it too late to change my Mage Class?" "I will allow it," Sylvia said. "After all, Character Creation is all up to you mortal. I''m only here to guide and answer your questions. So, do you wish to cancel this class?" "No need." Gray grinned playfully, much to Sylvia''s slight shock. "I always wanted a challenge in every playthrough. Besides, as you said earlier, if I manage to control my magic, then I will have powers beyond imagining right? If that''s the case, then I accept this class." "Fufufu, you amuse me, mortal." Sylvia giggled with fascination at the boy''s thinking. "It''s been many years since I encountered a mortal as power-hungry such as yourself." "Wait, I''m not power-hungry." Gray defended himself. "Oh, please." Sylvia rolled her eyes in disbelief, retaining her intrigued smile. "Despite the risks that I told you of this class, you still push through with it. If that''s not power-hungry, then what else?" "Well," Gray answered. "I just thought that the power might be worth it in the end. After all, the reason why I pick this class is because of its versatility. I can deal damage as well as support. That, and shaping energy in my will and manipulating the fabrics of magic as said in the class description is kind of interesting, unlike the usual Mage Classes that I''m accustomed to." "I see." Sylvia seemed satisfied with Gray''s answer. "Very well, I''m sure you''ll get my meaning as you learn more about your class during your journey. Now for the next phase." Snapping her fingers again, the User Interface or U.I. was revealed to Gray, displaying his Health, Stamina, and Mana on the upper left side of his sights. His name is also shown as well as his Level and Class. Gray Allister LVL: 10 HEALTH: 700 / 700 STAMINA: 400 / 400 MANA: 1200 /1200 "Level 10 right away?" Gray could not help but ask. "Yes." Sylvia nodded. "A normal citizen of Silverhart by default always starts with the class at Level 1 when they are born which is equivalent to a civilian of some sort. Through gaining EXP by any means, they may assume the class that they desire if they reached Level 10, with the right conditions of course." "Right conditions?" Gray questions. "For example," Sylvia explained. "If a citizen wishes to be a Warrior, then they must work hard by leveling up. Of course, combat and quests are not the only way to get EXP as there are many ways but is a whole lot slower. As such it usually takes longer for them to be level 10, reaching their teenage years or adulthood normally. When leveling up, the mortal must spend his attribute points wisely to fulfill the condition of what class he or she wants. Of course, they also have the choice to remain a for the rest of their mortal lives. In your case however and other privilege mortals as well, I''ve bestowed you the benefit of the Character Creation to save you with all the trouble. So be grateful mortal of the gift that I gave you." "I understand." Gray nodded in appreciation. "I thank you then, Lady Sylvia." "You''re welcome." Sylvia smiled in response. "Now, if you notice on the upper left, there are 5 icons for you to explore." Hearing Sylvia''s statement, Gray looks on the said direction, seeing the 5 icons. CHARACTER, INVENTORY, MAP, SKILLS, and JOURNAL. "Aside from the CHARACTER and JOURNAL, the rest of the icons are only bestowed to the mortals who have reached level 10. So you won''t be seeing a storing items inside their pocket dimension any time soon. Now, I''ll explain to you what each icon''s purpose is." Sylvia said as she began her explanation. "CHARACTER shows your overall status. This includes your Class, Attributes, Status, Titles, Experience, and of course your Morality. When you level up, you may spend 5 Attribute points for you to distribute as you see fit." "Morality?" Gray wonders as he clicks the CHARACTER icon, showing everything that the Goddess says. NAME: Gray Allister LEVEL: 10 CLASS: ATTRIBUTES: STRENGTH: 10 DEXTERITY: 12 ENDURANCE: 14 INTELLIGENCE: 25 WILLPOWER: 24 SPEECH: 13 LUCK: 8 TITLE: MORALITY: EXP: 0 /1200 "If you want to know more about the terms in a detailed manner, you may click them for you to read." Sylvia answers. "Yeah, I''ll do that later." Gray nodded in appreciation. "Moving on." Sylvia continues. "INVENTORY I''m sure you already know. It''s where you can store your items in a pocket dimension. The MAP as the word says will reveal the area that you have explored. This means that the unexplored areas are black that you still can''t see unless explored. SKILLS shows your spells and abilities as you spend a single ability point when you level up. By the way, they are divided into three so spend your ability points wisely. Lastly is the JOURNAL where your Quests and Objectives are displayed." "Awesome." Gray grinned. "It really feels like a video game. I can''t wait to start my adventure here!!" "Of course mortal. "Sylvia nodded. Then she yawned as she lazily told the boy. "I could explain more about the game and the system as there are still more to unravel upon, but that won''t be fun now would we? Character Creation now ends here." As the Goddess wills it, the entire surrounding instantly changes, returning back to the forest clearing where they have once met. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. But the only difference is that Sylvia is no longer with him anymore. "Good luck mortal." Sylvia''s voice was heard from nowhere. "I look forward to the things that you will do in my world. Try not to die early why don''t you?" With that, her presence completely faded away, marking a new beginning for the boy as he grins widely at the new wonderful possibilities to be offered in this magical world. Although Gray now notices that a herd of rabbits seemingly gathered right in front of him, their sharp deadly fangs baring as they seem to have come back to avenge their fallen rabbit comrade. Gray now faces the animals without fear, his eyes glowing violet as he grinned maniacally at them, wanting revenge for one of their kind in biting off his hand earlier. His hands are also shown to be filled with violent Arcane Energy, ready to vanquish the critters into oblivion. This indeed is the start of an exciting and magical adventure for the . Starting with the murder of rabbits that is. 6 Starting Skills Gray prepared himself for the inevitable battle that is going to take place between him and the 4 rabbits standing before him. His entire body now imbued with pure Arcane Energy, the boy smirks crazily, basking upon his new power and ready to unleash his magic upon the small pathetic critters. CHING!! Before he could proceed to wreak havoc within the enemy ranks, a loud ring of a bell was seemed to be heard as it was accompanied by a text box that has suddenly appeared right in front of his very eyes. Time seemed to have halted into a pause as the surroundings turned slightly blue, giving time for the boy to read the contents of the text box presented to him. "It seems that you have some grudge going on with the cute little rabbits over there. The same can be said about them though, since a certain System Goddess (Me!!) has saved a certain insignificant mortal (You, duh!!) from a certain gruesome death, killing one of their kind in the process. With that said, your adventure now begins with a quest for merciless vengeance as your untamed rage cannot be satiated unless you vanquish a certain number of their kind!!" - Kill (0 / 20) - (???) (0 / 1) - (???) (I''m not going to spoil you mortal!!) YES / NO Judging by the contents of the Notification, no doubt that it was Sylvia who seems to be providing him with the details needed in this quest of his, even going so far as to exaggerate his anger against the said rabbits though. Gray could only sweatdrop at the text, accompanied by a sheepish chuckle. ''Wow, she really is full of herself huh.'' Not that she''s wrong though. He could still remember every detail of the gory moment when the rabbit ripped off his very hand, causing him unadulterated pain. Yup, those fucking rabbits are going to die today. Without any hesitation, the boy confirms the quest with a YES, resulting in the passage of time continuing once more in its natural state. With all interruptions gone, Gray could now harness the Arcane Energy flowing deep within his body. As he wills it, a whole set of information suddenly invaded his mind, providing him the knowledge about the skills that he has. It seems that the system has provided the means for him to make his life easier, granting Gray the ability to cast his spells just by mere instinct, as long as he fulfills the requirements such as the Mana cost, Cooldown (CD), and other factors yet to be mentioned. Verifying his acquired skills, Gray mentally read the descriptions despite being in the middle of battle. (Active) (Lvl 1, 0%) ¨C Launches a blast of violent energy, dealing 230 damage to a single enemy target. Mana Cost: 125. Charges: 3. CD of each charge: 6 seconds. (Active) (Lvl 1, 0%) ¨C Allows short range teleportation of 10 ft. Mana Cost: 90. CD: 5 seconds. (Active) (Lvl 1, 0%) ¨C The Arcanist drains the mana of a single enemy, absorbing 20 mana per second for 5 seconds and slowing the enemy by 30%. Slightly reduces Hunger but is never enough. CD: 20 seconds. (Passive) ¨C The state of Magic Hunger exclusive only to this class. As an Arcanist, you are required to drain the Mana essence of a creature in order to satiate your never-ending hunger for pure Arcane Magic. You may feed an enemy or even your ally when their Health reaches 5% low, effectively killing them while granting a permanent bonus to your Base Mana depending on what kind of creature you fed, thus decreasing your Hunger. Perhaps even more so other than Mana bonus as you start to feed certain creatures on your travels. Normal creatures who are 20 levels lower than you can be fed instantly at full health. (Click this skill for more info about Hunger). "Three skills, nice," Gray muttered to himself, excited to test the three skills. But when he saw his 4th and Passive skill, Gray suddenly felt grim after reading its description. "Now that''s just fucking dark. That Stupid Goddess failed to mention that particular feature of this class even if it seems OP. I guess I better dwell on it later seeing as there are even pressing matters to attend to." Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. Surveying the enemies in front of him, Gray is now able to see their status right above their heads. Lvl: 9 Health: 570 / 570 Stamina: 200 / 200 Mana: 20 / 20 "Alright, let''s try this!!" Gray said and chanted the skill. "!!" As Gray commands it, the Arcane Energy has gathered on both of his hands as he threw the attack straight at one of the Rabbits, causing the critter to shriek in pain upon impact. "Awesome!!" Gray cheered at how real the combat is. The rabbits also made their move, charging straight ahead at the while baring their deadly fangs. Anticipating such predictable move, Gray smirks playfully as he tries out to distance himself away from the animals. Then he immediately follows it up by 2 consecutive at the rabbit he dealt damage recently, instantly killing it. Witnessing their comrade''s pixelated demise, the rabbits turn enraged as they lunge even more ferociously. Gray being impressively calm, repeats the process until only a single rabbit stands in his way. The rabbit to its credit still kept on fighting despite its allies'' death, making its last stand on the Elf in front. "You." Gray pointed with an arrogant look. "I have a specific thing for you in mind." The last charges blindly in pure rage as it manages to grip its fangs on Gray''s left arm. "Hehehe, ." Casting the spell in two successions, Gray efficiently released himself from its sharp bite, reducing its health to 110 points. "Tsk, still not enough." The Arcanist clicks his tongue in annoyance as he grabs the battered body of the rabbit. He then proceeded to pummel it brutally with his own fists while cackling sadistically until it reaches a certain health threshold¡­ A 5% health threshold. When Gray saw that the Rabbit''s health is about 20, he knew that it was the perfect opportunity to test his Feeding skill. Even though the Arcanist has never done this before, the System seemed to have provided him the knowledge for the action that he will be doing. Utilizing the skill of , Gray opens his mouth widely as a stream of blue energy seems to flow out from the Rabbit''s own mouth, draining the animal in the process until its flesh melted hideously. In the end, though, the rabbit faded into pixels. +5 Permanent Bonus to MANA!! "This power." Gray marvels as he felt his Mana reserves definitely increased but only by a little bit though since its just a fucking rabbit. He also felt that his Hunger had significantly subsided, satisfied at his delicious Arcane meal. After the combat, Gray also received 220 XP in total for the 4 rabbits that he slew. As he thought of feeding more powerful creatures in his playthrough, Gray succumbs himself in a burst of demented laughter, the mere thought of him becoming even more powerful as the day goes by is indeed appealing. "Due to your maniacal tendencies as an Arcanist, you are hereby awarded Morality points of +5 Chaos. Please take care not to get too much drunk on the power that I graciously provided for you mortal or you might regret it later on. Whatever though, it''s your freaking choice." "Woops." Gray widens his eyes as he snaps himself out upon reading the textbox, heeding the Goddess'' advice. "I better start controlling myself as this might definitely get me in trouble later on. I don''t need the unnecessary attention of other parties that might hunt me down just because of how crazy I can be. Checking his Quest Objectives, the boy still has a long way to go, having killed 4 out of 20 rabbits. With that in mind, his quest for the genocide of Rabbits continues. 7 Discipline Before Gray is going to push through with his diabolical plan of eradicating every rabbit in the vicinity, his eyes immediately wonder about the spots where their corpses were once were. It seems that they are replaced by some sort of white crystals scattered on the ground. Curious about this new phenomenon, Gray approaches the crystals. As he touched one of them, a small text box suddenly appeared beside it, with the contents of the box being a list of items. X1 X7 X1 Take all? "Take all indeed." Gray smiles at himself as he clicks the said question, bringing all the listed items in his inventory. If he''s not mistaken, then this is actually the loot that was dropped by the deceased rabbit. "If I''m not wrong, it appears that the bodies of any being are turned into some sort of crystal upon death." Gray nods in conclusion. "And also, I can activate the said crystal in order to take their loot. Huh, neat." Seeing as a weapon is one of the items that he got from the dead rabbit, Gray immediately goes into his inventory in order to check it out. By his will alone, the Inventory screen appeared right in his very eyes. The UI also seems to be beginner-friendly since the items are categorized conveniently into 8 sections. They are namely; Weapons, Armors, Potions, Ingredients, Food, Materials, Junk, and Quest Items. The items inside of each section are arranged into a list where one can access their desired item easily in any situation. The downside of this feature though is that you can only store items within the carry limit. Currently, Gray''s carry limit is at 8.5 / 200, having the at 0.5 and the at 8.0. "That''s a bummer." Gray frowns at the Carry Limit feature. "I guess storing millions of items is out of the question." No use in antagonizing even further about the matter, Gray proceeds to check the new weapon that he recently has gotten from the loot. (Common Weapon) Lvl Requirements: None. Damage: 72 Enchantments: None. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. Item Description: A magical staff given to Mages who wish to take their first step in their journey. Note about Mage Staffs: Damage type is based solely on the Mage''s Element as the Magical energy flows within the staff, empowering the weapon and allows shooting of basic projectiles without consequences to Mana. Non Mages wielding the staff will basically just be a wooden stick for them. After reading the weapon''s description, Gray is eager to test out his new staff. He channeled his Arcane Energy instinctively into the weapon as he points it at the ground. Then in a very short while, a blast of Arcane Energy was shot at a high speed, causing a small impact. "I guess this is the Mage''s main weapon," Gray said. "Just like a Warrior''s normal basic swing of his sword, it is definitely the equivalent of it." Now finished with his tinkering of the Inventory, Gray also looted the other 3 crystals of the dead rabbit, receiving a fair amount of Gold Coins, 3 Health Potions, and 3 Rabbit meats in total. "Hmm, what''s this?" Done with all his looting, Gray suddenly saw an exclamation mark blinking on the Skill Icon of his Upper left. Curious, Gray naturally wills the UI of the Skills to appear, greeting him with 2 different icons that seem to be showcasing a set of different skills inside. "I see you have finally opened the Skill icon mortal. Let me give you a brief explanation of the subject matter. The 2 icons that you see represent the Exclusive Skill Tree of your class or more commonly known in this world as . Normally, a class has 3 but some of them like the Arcanist only gets 2. Each houses a specific set of skills that entirely based on your preferences or how you are going to play this class to your liking. Make your choice wisely mortal for you will be able to choose only one . Of course, that is not there is to it all and I''m sure it will ruin all the fun if I''m going to keep spoon-feeding you all the time right?" Gray, absolutely not a noob in MMORPG, with years of experience in that genre, understood the Goddess'' tutorial given to him. When the Notification screen finally disappeared, Gray sat down on the ground in a relaxing manner seeing as there are no rabbits around that will be annoying him anytime soon. After all, there is no time limit being dictated on his Quest, so he might as well go easy before resuming his rabbit onslaught. With that, he began reading each of the while analyzing each of their pros and cons. Quote: "Only the vilest of Arcanists can ever hope of achieving the true destructive mastery of the Arcane!!" The Arcanist brings forth only destruction and mayhem at everything within his path with no consideration of the consequences. He is the bringer of doom, a ticking time bomb who vanquishes anyone who dares oppose him with a flick of his destructive spells. As such he takes a sick pleasure on feeding to grow more powerful, succumbing himself to the addicting power in his quest to Absolute Dominance. Discipline traits: - Increases the feeding health threshold to 10%. Additionally, you may feed on any normal beings on full health at 10 levels lower instead. - Your spells deal 30% more damage but at the cost of increased hunger rate by 20%. - Gain Evil and Chaos points 30% more, while Good and Order points are gained 30% less. "Wow." Even if this class is obviously tailored for Evil, sadistic players, the boy could not help but be in awe at the dark explanation and the undeniable benefits that this Discipline has to offer. Gray dismisses the first Discipline, going for the next one. Quote: "Unlike Destruction, utter Tranquility also boasts a powerful league of its own. Even if the Hunger will consume us, let this not curve us in our path to everlasting power." The Arcanist tempers himself with a resolve to tame his ever-growing Arcanaphilia. He specializes in a particular set of spells for both offense and support that sustain himself, his allies, and his soul, bringing a state of magic enlightenment. Unlike his destructive counterpart, his magic has a certain grace and at the same time also deadly. Instead of catastrophic devastation in his path, the Arcanist makes quick work of his adversaries in a clean and efficient manner. Discipline Traits: - Once per day, you may meditate to prostrate yourself with all the past feedings that you made, doubling their permanent effects for the next combat encounter. Lasts for the whole duration of single combat. - Your spells costs 20% less. - Your Hunger rate is decreased by 15%. "This is also a good choice, especially for players roleplaying into a good guy but evil players may also choose this since utter destruction is just frankly unnecessary in my opinion," Gray said to himself with a nod. The boy knows all too well that is what seems to be the maybe good version of the class. "The is very powerful indeed if used wisely. Although, the of the discipline is also quite tempting, which allows me easier feedings. Still, the reduced hunger is nice though. But the increased spell damage on the other hand." After some considerable pondering, Gray stood up from his spot. With a determined look, the boy chooses- 8 Morality "I see no logical choice other than this." With his statement, Gray chooses the Discipline of the Arcanist class, clicking the said icon right in the Skill box. After a short while, the Elf suddenly felt a significant shift of his Arcane Energy deep inside his body. One moment, he was radiating with bloodlust. Being an Arcanist, the sheer amount of magical energy flowing within him has perhaps altered his personality a bit, making him prone to anger easily as evident by his desire of murdering every rabbit that he is going to encounter on the surrounding vicinity of the forest just because of one of them gnawing his hand off from his arm. But now, it''s a different story. The moment that he begins his path to , his growing insanity was suddenly subsided, his Arcane Energy now being tamed as he acquired better control of his magic thanks to the said Discipline. Gray in an instant, felt calm just like that. Before, his Arcane Energy inside is shaking with violent fury, ready to burst anytime if he fails to tame its unrestricted power. But now, the magic has turn tranquil. Although retaining its destructive capabilities, it won''t be going out of control anytime soon as Gray initially fears when he chose this class. As a matter of fact, his craving for Rabbit genocide is now gone, tempered by his determination to keep his newly-acquired powers at bay. The main reason why he chose over is that he could see the clear advantages over the latter. Sure, the is no doubt, very powerful, emphasizing raw magical power over its Discipline counterpart. But Gray could see that the downsides are detrimental to his liking. If he is going to start his adventure in this fantasy world, he must at least make the right choices where the populace won''t be starting a manhunt on him anytime soon. Such unnecessary factors may just hinder his enjoyment in this exciting playthrough. Sure, other players may enjoy roleplaying into a Power-hungry crazed maniac where they take pleasure in killing every being that they see, but not Gray. Even in games, he still upholds a decent sense of morality, choosing every good choice as much as he can. Of course, he also admits that he shares some moments of mischiefs, but not necessarily evil, maybe just Chaotic. He could also use a good prank and laugh every once in a while. Being in this world that is very real, Gray finds only advantageous if he gets along with the good citizens of Silverhart, starting his adventure with the right and reasonable choice of Discipline. "Because of your rational thinking and good judgment, you gain +5 Good and +3 Order!!" Gray blinks in a slight surprise at seeing the text box that suddenly pops out of nowhere. Because of this, the boy remembered something. "Morality," Gray uttered quietly. "It appears this world also has a system to determine if a player is morally good or evil, just like Dungeons & Dragons. Although, they change the names slightly a bit, with Order being Lawful and Chaos being Chaotic if I''m not mistaken." His curiosity piqued, Gray also remembers that he can check his exact Morality points on the Character icon. Gray then navigates through Character icon and clicks the word Morality that is displayed. Another textbox suddenly pops out as a result. (+) ------- (+5) ---------- (-) (+) --------- (-2) --------- (-) Morality: Note: Your Morality will change when it reaches 30. "I see." Gray nods in understanding of seeing the information. "This certainly increases the immersion of the game, with every person having their own morality. I wonder if there are certain advantages and restrictions that compliments with this system?" As Gray ponders further about this, he ultimately decided to not think too much about it since he''ll just find out sooner or later during his adventures. Besides, he still has a quest to complete, having slain 4 out of the 20 required Rabbits. Gray now ventures forth deep into the forest, finding more rabbits to slay. Instead of being rage driven, the boy''s motivations for his actions turn rational, opting to do this only for the sake of completing the quest assigned to him. After a short while, the boy spots another 4 rabbits from an opening as he hides on a bush nearby. Gray then surprises the litters with three charges of killing one of them in an instant. The rabbits didn''t even know where the attack came from, instantly sniffing as they attempt to scour for the culprit who killed their fellow herd mate seemingly out of nowhere. Gray repeated this effective and sneaky tactic of his, waiting for his 3 charges of Arcane bolt to replenish and fires all of it when its off cooldown. And just like that, another 4 rabbits are down for the count, awarding him with more rabbit meats, and gold coins. He also gains another 220 EXP for his efforts, each Rabbit worth 55 EXP. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. Seemingly, the Rabid Rabbits are always in a group, consisting of about 3 ¨C 5 of them. He continues this for some time, blasting off the small critters with his . When the rabbits attempt to close the gap between him in order to unleash their deadly sharp fangs, Gray simply Blinks himself away and runs off while keeping himself from a distance while firing his basic Arcane attacks from his Mage staff. If Arcane bolt is available, he prioritizes its uses since its significantly more powerful than his basic attacks. Additionally, Gray uses his on the last rabbit of his every encounter since he''ll just be interrupted if the rabbit still has its allies. His endeavors of each feeding granted him a permanent +5 bonus on his base Mana. In total, he had about 6 encounters during his rabbit hunt including the first one, thus now having +30 permanent Mana points. Mana is definitely not an issue for him since he has which reduces his spell costs by 20%. That and after each battle, Mana Regeneration kicks in automatically a bit faster. Additionally, his racial skill, is also an option but he won''t be using it recklessly since it can only be used once per 12 hours. Speaking of Mana Regeneration, it is indeed slower while in combat since you are exposed to the pressure of battle. After the battle though, a Mage is on a state of rest, gaining faster Mana Regeneration as he prepares for another possible skirmish. After finally ridding of the 20 rabbits, a notification again appears in front of his eyes. "Congratulations on defeating the 20 Rabid Rabbits mortal. For that, you are awarded an additional +500 XP for your valiant efforts!!" "When Gray receives his reward, a white flash of light suddenly greets him below as it burst slightly before ultimately disappearing. "LEVEL UP!!" "YOU RECEIVED 5 ATTRIBUTE POINTS!!" "YOU RECEIVED 1 ABILITY POINT!!" Gray nodded in understanding as he clicks the CHARACTER icon to spend his rewards. 9 Level Up As the Character box pops out, Gray instantly notices that a ''Level Up'' option is now being displayed and blinked continuously beside his status. Clicking the said option, Gray is now given the chance to accumulate his 5 attribute points for him to become stronger. But first things first, he also has to learn what the purpose of each attribute is so that he will know which one is the right one for him to spend his hard-earned points. With that, he began reading at what each attribute play their roles in this world of fantasy. - Determines how physically strong you are as you pommel your adversaries with brutal might. Increases Physical Damage. - Determines how agile you are as you sweep enemies of your feet with undeniable grace and efficiency. Increases Critical Hit Damage, and Base Stamina. - Determines how long can you last when taking damage in punishing situations. Increases Base Health. - Determines the potency of your spell power and knowledge. Increases Magic Damage and Base Mana. - Determines your mental fortitude in the face of a grueling crisis. Increases Stamina and Mana Regeneration. - Determines how well can you convince others to do your bidding. This also governs how well you barter with merchants. - Luck can be somewhat vague, but it''s essentially a factor in determining a lot of things ranging from Item drop rate, Critical Hit Chance, and many more. Note: There are some situations where an Attribute check is required when performing a particular action. The number of attribute points plus some other factors may determine if said action is a success or failure. Gray after reading the descriptions, now understood how each of the attributes is going to serve him in this playthrough. Being an Arcanist, a unique type of Mage Class, Gray definitely knows which attributes he is going to prioritize in order to optimize his overall power and efficiency which will benefit him in the long run. Going to the Attributes, Gray finally accumulates the points as he made the following changes: STRENGTH: 10 DEXTERITY: 12 ENDURANCE: 14 INTELLIGENCE: 27 (+2) WILLPOWER: 26 (+2) SPEECH: 14 (+1) LUCK: 8 While making the choices, Gray also thought that he should perhaps be spending his points also in Luck but maybe on another level or so seeing as there might be some hidden advantages that accompany it. But due to his limited knowledge of the game, perhaps he should not be brash and focus on the more effective and obvious ones as what he have learned at playing a lot of MMORPG when he was still alive in his original world. As a Mage, Gray knew that he chose the right attributes for him to spend points at. Of course, the additional point in Speech won''t exactly hurt since he knew the benefits of being able to talk yourself out in most situations. Hopefully, he would be able to find items that increase his attributes so that he may focus on the other attributes that he is weak at. Anyways now that the accumulation of Attribute points is over, for now, Gray also took note of his gained Ability point, which he will be using on his Skills, the same textbox where he chose his Discipline. As he wills the Skill Box to appear, Gray is presented with a set of skills that are seen to be divided into tiers. Each tier can be unlocked when he reaches a certain level as shown in the box. Obviously, he can only choose the skills that are found on the first tier, with him being Level 10. TIER 1: (Level 10) (Active) - The Arcanist can consume the residual mana found in the crystal corpses of nearby and recently dead enemies, granting 7% of your base mana. It can only be used once per corpse. CD: 10 seconds. (Active) - The Arcanist fires 5 blasts of concentrated Arcane Energy to respective enemies, each blast dealing 210 Magic Damage. Mana Cost: 220. CD: 15 seconds. (Active) - The Arcanist can imbue the weapon of his allies with powerful Arcane Energy, allowing them to deal additional magic damage based on your Intelligence. Consumes 10 Mana per second for each ally which lasts indefinitely. CD: None. "Hmm." Gray stroke his chin as he eyed the choices carefully. "One offensive spell and two utility spells. For now, I''ll pick since the other two is still not exactly useful at this point of time. Besides, I really need more offensive spells since is still my only one. With regards to my Mana, I think and is more than enough to sustain myself." Making his choice, the Elf clicks , thus adding the spell in his growing arsenal. Now being finished with his leveling up, Gray smiled with content as he eyed his Character information once more. Gray Allister LVL 11: HEALTH: 720 / 720 STAMINA: 410 / 410 MANA: 1400 / 1400 Gray also observes that his Health and Stamina have increased although only by a little bit despite not spending any points in Dexterity and Endurance. "I see." Gray nodded. "It appears that leveling up overall grants a small boost in every status bar despite not spending the associated points in it. Huh, good to know." Finally done with his self-checking, Gray opens his Journal to see the status of his current Quest. - Kill (20 / 20) - (???) (0 / 1) - (???) Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. Gray could not help but notice as to why his Quest seems to have not done yet, despite fulfilling the prerequisite of killing the required 20 rabbits. Perhaps it has something to do with the Quest Bonus? Maybe Gray also has to complete that one before advancing the Quest further. "The hell?" Gray shook his head with a frown. "How am I supposed to complete this quest if it''s only a freaking Question Mark?! Give me some kind of clue you damn Goddess!!" While shouting his frustrations on the sky, a loud and menacing roar was suddenly heard throughout the forest. Gray was instantly at alarm as he heard large quake of footsteps that seem to get even louder as each second pass by. Gray instantly unsheathed his Mage Staff in preparation for the approaching danger. With an even louder roar of utmost fury, A large beastly rabbit of 7 feet revealed itself, baring its huge sharp fangs while growling dangerously on the Elf in front, recognizing the boy as its sole delectable prey. "Ehehe." Gray chuckled nervously as he faced the terrifying Rabbit Beast. "I guess, that''s my answer?" He could have sworn that he heard Sylvia chuckling around the corner at his predicament. 11 The End Gray Allister could have sworn that he felt the cold embrace of death the moment when the Were-Rabbit slashes its razor-sharp claw right on his chest, sending the boy disarmed and pommeling into the ground at a few feet. But in reality, Gray is actually still among the living but barely, clinging at what very little health that remains as caused by the fatal attack. Gray Allister LVL: 11 HEALTH: 34 / 720 STAMINA: 253 / 410 MANA: 91 / 1400 ''Thank Fucking Sylvia.'' Gray thought with absolute relief. However, his face turns grim since his life is still in danger. ''I thought I was a freaking goner!! Not to mention, the rabbit''s attack is immensely powerful that it cost me about ? of my Health. Also, my Mana reserves are almost depleted, which is really, really bad. My staff is also nowhere to be found, meaning basic attacks are out of the question.'' The Were-Rabbit once more let loose a huge roar as it sets its glowing red eyes at Gray, with the vicious intent of ripping the Elf into gory, pixelated pieces. Were-Rabbit (BOSS) LVL 13: ENRAGE HEALTH: 498 / 6000 STAMINA: 384 / 1250 MANA: 300 / 300 ''Wait.'' Gray mentally told himself as he saw the beast''s Health as an idea, no matter how reckless it seems it would be, came into his mind. ''His Health is also low thanks to the that I cast prior to me being lashed violently by its claw. Alright, it''s do or die!!'' As the Beast continued its frontal charge once more at the Elf, Gray immediately cup his right hand, aiming at the creature with a spell that he now has to use due to him being extremely low on Mana. "Taste you ugly bastard!!" The said spell immediately took effect, only absorbing a small amount of 20 mana of the Were-Rabbit with each passing second. Despite Gray''s intentions of draining the creature''s mana so that he can cast another of his offensive spells, there is another reason as to why he also casts it. It is none other than the 30% slowing effect as stated in the spell''s description. This means that the speed of the Were-Rabbit has turned considerably slower despite its speed boost coming from the Enrage Status. In fact, the beast seems to be as fast as it was back in its Normal State. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. So meaning that it is still significantly quick on its feet. With his Mana reaching about 140, Gray instantly cast , since it is the only offensive spell of his that has fulfilled the Mana condition, which is exactly 125 points. Being Enraged, The Were-Rabbit naturally has Super Armor as what Gray deduced, thus merely shrugging the attack off. But since the spell has connected, the damage was also dealt, therefore leaving the beast''s Health at 268¡­ Which is exactly what Gray has been planning. With his expiring, the Beast regains his unnatural speed, now closing in dangerously at the young Elf. But this action only serves to grace a devilish smirk on Gray''s face. When the Beast was now at Gray''s proximity, the Elf calmly opens his mouth as magical outlines of violet energy started to flow out from also the Beast''s mouth, causing the creature to widens its eyes in pure agony and instantly stopping its raging charge. ''Hehehe.'' Gray thought as he smirked in absolute triumphant, his plan a perfect success. ''Let the feeding commence.'' made itself known as Gray savored every taste of delicious Mana coming straight out from the Were-Rabbit, basking at the pure Arcane power being directed unto him. As the Beast''s mana essence was being sapped dry, Gray indeed felt a remarkable boost of power coming from the violet-colored energy of pure Mana. The Elf also witness the Were-Rabbit suffering its utter demise, pain evident in every part of its beastly being. And just like that, the Were-Rabbit ultimately succumb to its complete end, shattering into thousands of pixels. WERE-RABBIT (BOSS) ARCANAPHILED!! +500 PERMANENT BONUS TO MANA!! DUE TO YOUR ACTION OF FEEDING A BOSS-TYPE CREATURE, YOU GAIN A NEW SKILL: (Passive) ¨C Gaining the trait of the Alpha among Rabbits, The Arcanist receives a permanent 20% bonus to his movement speed. Sprinting also costs 30% less Stamina. HIDDEN TRAIT UNLOCK!! (Passive) ¨C The Arcanist delights himself in the Mana essence of the most powerful beings in all of Silverhart, potentially granting the being''s prominent trait, thus gaining powerful skill advantages. YOU RECEIVED 2000 XP!! LEVEL UP!! YOU RECEIVED 5 ATTRIBUTE POINTS!! YOU RECEIVED 1 ABILITY POINT!! Gray was absolutely astonished at seeing the massive pile of information presented to him, especially the one where he was given a new skill just because of feeding the Were-Rabbit''s Mana Essence. "Is this for real?" Gray''s surprise skyrocketed to levels beyond imaginable at this. He could only think about the endless possibilities of him becoming even more powerful than ever with the right usage of his skill. Now we could see the Elf laughing hysterically, overcome with pure exhilaration as he thought of one thing. ''So, Bosses are like a full course meal for me around here huh.'' Gray thought, shaking with uncontained excitement as the exhaustion of his recent battle has faded away. ''If that''s the case, then I must be always for a lookout of these powerful enemies and feed them if I have the chance. As he was basking himself with the sweet taste of victory, the usual system textbox interrupted his celebration as it appeared once more before his very eyes. Indeed, the notification is a welcoming sight. - Kill (20 / 20) [CHECK!!] Gray''s eyes widen as he saw the Quest Bonus being revealed to him, indicating that it has been completed. - Kill (1 / 1) [CHECK!!] - (It is in the loot of the Were-Rabbit, mortal. By the way, congratulations on beating your very first boss mortal. Also, good job in using that mortal brain of yours to finish the beast off with your feeding skill. It was remarkable indeed. I look forward to what more great things that you can accomplish during your stay here, hahaha!!!!) Gray could only sweatdrop at hearing the Goddess final laugh before the disappearance of the System screen. And with that, Gray set his sights on the now crystal remains of the recently dead Boss, intrigued by what Quest Rewards that are going to be awarded to him. 14 Oakwood Village Indeed after about a thousand steps, just as what Eric mentions to Gray earlier, the two finally arrive as they set foot on the entrance of the small village. "Here we are Sir Gray, the Village of Oakwood," Eric said as he savored the sweet feeling of being back at his hometown after almost meeting his untimely end on the outskirts. Gray nodded in satisfaction with a smile on his face, seeing how quaint the village is. All of the houses and establishments are made of wood as each villager tends to their own crops. "It''s a nice place." Gray comments which brought a huge smile on Eric''s place. ''So this is your average village.'' Gray thought with a look of utter awe, seeing as it''s his first time stepping foot inside a village of a fantasy world. "Sir Gray," Eric called out the Elf''s attention, causing the latter to snap out of his astonished dazed. "It would do me a great honor if you''ll accompany me to meet my family. I want them to meet the man who rescued me from the brink of death." Seeing no reason to reject the man''s offer, Gray agrees as the man''s smile turned even brighter. As Eric is now seen to be leading Gray into his family home, the villagers around the vicinity could not help but set their gazes suspiciously at the Elf, causing Gray to feel discomfort. Although they also took note of Eric, being seen with the condition of his clothes on tatters. This resulted in the villagers gossiping around as they try to figure out the implications behind it. With the Elf''s reaction not gone unnoticed, Eric assures him. "Don''t worry too much about it Sir Gray. Our village seldom gets visitors around these parts but they''re good people, so their reactions are only natural." Gray merely nodded with understanding, opting to remain quiet throughout their walk until they have reached Eric''s house. "Ah, Home sweet home," Eric said happily as the two arrived at his house. Looking at the open window, they could see a brown-haired woman in the kitchen cooking a meal. "Deliah!! I''m back!!" Eric shouted enthusiastically as he waves his hand at the woman inside, causing her to instantly look back outside. "Eric!?" Deliah widens her eyes in pleasant surprise as she saw her husband coming home. Upon going outside, she immediately notices how Eric''s clothes were all torn up, causing her to be utterly shocked. Not to mention, an Elven Mage is seen to be accompanying him. "Who''s this and what happened to you!!?" "It''s a long story, my love." Eric understood his wife''s astonish reaction. "Why don''t we head on inside and we''ll talk it over at dinner? My new friend and I could really use something to eat." "Yes, of course, my love." Deliah recomposes herself as she gestured the two men to enter their home. As they entered, a female child instantly greeted her father as she throws herself at him for a loving hug. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. "Papa, you''re back!!" the young girl welcomes her father back enthusiastically, truly missing him. "I''m back, Darlene." Eric happily returns the hug, his face almost in a brink of joyful tears. As this was going on, Gray smiles sincerely at the heartwarming scene of the family, also wondering that if he too could experience something like that in this world. ''Damn, now I kind of miss them.'' Gray thought of his parents and siblings back at his original world. Now knowing the names of mother and daughter, Gray now sees that their names are indeed revealed on their basic status. Deliah Mills Lvl 6: Health: 576 / 576 Stamina: 234 / 234 Mana: 30 / 30 Darlene Mills Lvl 1: Health: 100 / 100 Stamina: 90 / 90 Mana: 10 / 10 After the family''s touching reunion, Deliah tells Eric to change his attire and offers the rest of them to take their sits on the dining table as dinner is about to serve. "It''s good to be finally home," Eric said, now clad in presentable clothing. They then all sat down and waited for Deliah to set up the meal on the table. After a minute, the food is finally prepared as Deliah puts it, together with the plates and utensils on the table. Gray marvels at the sight of the Venison Steak being laid upon as his mouth drools shamelessly at how succulent looking the food is. "Haha, you never fail to disappoint my love!!" Eric grins at how amazing her wife is. "Thank you, husband." Deliah merely smiles in response, use to her man''s antics. Then her eyes shifted at the Elven Mage who has been accompanying Eric. "Now tell me my love, who is this stranger that you brought into our home?" "Ah, yes." Eric nods, now introducing the Elf. "This kind man over here is Gray Allister, the one who saved me from near-death." Upon hearing her husband''s last words, Deliah''s eyes widen with extreme shock as she stutters indignantly on her response. "N-near-death?!! I demand an explanation, husband!!" And with that, Eric proceeded to tell everyone how he ventures outside of the village just like he usually does to collect some firewood. While he was chopping a tree in the forest, a pair of Rabid Rabbits ambushed him out of nowhere. Being a man without any combat background, he was very lucky that he was able to fend himself off against the creatures since the Rabbits are not exactly known to be smart. He even manages to kill them both with his Woodcutter''s Axe but at the cost of him being mortally wounded. Then he told the rest of the tale, with him finding a nearby tree to lean, thinking that he is going to perish right there and then. Thankfully, by the intervention of the good Elf, Gray Allister, his life was ultimately saved, leading to the events that are currently in as they speak. "By the Almighty Gaia¡­" Deliah immediately hugs her husband out of pure relief, tears now evident on her face. "P-please don''t scare me like that ever again husband!! The mere thought of being a widow brings great sorrow in my heart. I dread the day when Darlene grows up without a loving father on her side." Then Deliah releases her hug from Eric as she bows her head down at Gray with the utmost appreciation. "It appears that you have our everlasting gratitude, Sir Gray. I''m not entirely sure how to repay such kindness, but if you ever need a roof to stay here in the village, then you are forever welcome in our household, friend." Gray smiled sheepishly in response, kind of embarrassed by how Deliah expresses her thanks to him since no one really acted like that to him back where he came from. "Hehe, really, it''s nothing, Deliah. It is the right thing to do after all." While he was being hoarded with additional praises by the two adults, Darlene also approaches Gray on his lap with her natural childlike smile and beaming eyes. "Thanks for saving my papa, Mister Elf." Gray returns the kind gesture as he ruffled the girl''s hair affectionately. "No problem, kid." - Follow the Villager guiding you to the Village [?] Quest Rewards Granted: 1,000 XP, You are now Friends with the Villagers of Oakwood. 15 Good night sleep True to Deliah''s words, Gray was offered to spend the night at their home for the time being after dinner since it is already getting a bit late. Gray at first, kindly rejects the woman''s offer since he does not want to impose on their humble adobe but the family of three insisted since it was the only way that they could think of repaying the Elf for saving Eric. In the end, Gray ultimately agrees, much to the family''s delight as they are eager to accommodate the Elf at whatever he needs. ''Wow, the people here sure is nice.'' Gray thought as he saw the two human adults preparing the room and the mattress and blanket of the bed for him to stay. While he was on his thoughts, Darlene nudges the Elf on his pants, causing him to look down at where the human child smiles adorably at him. "Will you play with me, Mister Elf?" As Gray was about to answer the girl, Deliah approaches them as she shushes her daughter gently. "Sweetie, it seems that Sir Gray had a long day and needs his rest. Also, it''s getting pretty late. Why don''t you head on inside our room?" "Your mother is right, Darlene." Eric makes himself known after he was done setting up the room where Gray will be staying as he faces his daughter''s pouting look. "Since Sir Gray will be staying in your room, I suppose that you''ll be sleeping with us two tonight." "Really?!" Darlene''s expression lightens up in an instant at hearing her father''s statement. "Yay!! I get to sleep with mama and papa!!" They now saw the child dashing inside her parent''s room excitedly as the parents chuckle at their daughter''s antics. Gray could not help but smile at the heartwarming scene. Eric then tells Gray about his living arrangements as the former guides him inside the room of his daughter. "If there''s anything else you need Sir Gray, then don''t hesitate to call for our help and we''ll gladly assist you in any way we can," Eric said with utmost enthusiasm. "Very much appreciated Eric." Gray nods with a grateful grin, seeing that he now has a comfortable bed to lay his body upon. Looking inside the room, there''s not much to tell except that it''s small and simple with a clean bed and a desk on the side. Not to mention, the open window is a welcome addition as it provides a pleasant cold breeze for the Elf to be comfortable with. As everyone is now settled for the night, Eric finally leaves the Elf to his devices with the former closing the door. Gray opted to store his robe and boots inside his inventory, leaving him half-naked and bare-footed for the deep solace of good night''s sleep. Now his body at rest, Gray finally succumbs himself into a well-deserved slumber of the very first day of his journey here at Silverhart, smiling as he could not wait at what tomorrow awaits him. *** The loud sound of a bell ringing first thing in the morning is what awakens the Elf as he covers his eyes from the ray of the sunlight pointing directly on his face from the open window. Upon his vision being cleared, a system message suddenly appeared in front of him. - You gain 15% more experience for 4 hours. "Nice. It appears that the benefits of sleeping are quite similar to the RPG games that I grew accustomed to." Gray nods with satisfaction as he indeed felt rejuvenated upon receiving such beneficial perks first thing in the morning. Opening his Inventory, Gray equips his robe and boots as he went out of the room. "Oh, good morning, Sir Gray." It was Deliah who first greeted him as she laid out a couple of fresh loaf bread for their morning meal on the table. "Breakfast is ready." Accompanying the woman is Darlene, who upon seeing the Elf, beams with utter excitement fitting for a child like her. "Oh, thank you." Gray happily replies as he took his sit on the dining table and took a bite from the loaf bread. Then curiosity has gotten over him as he asks Deliah about the bell that just rang loudly earlier. "What you heard Sir Gray is the sound of the church bell ringing, glorifying the beginning of a new day gifted to us by the benevolent Goddess, Lady Sylvia herself," Deliah answers like a true devotee with a tranquil smile, every word behind poured with fierce fidelity. "B-benevolent?" Gray merely sweatdrops sheepishly in response, mentally cringing just by thinking of how conceited the Goddess herself in person is during their first meeting. ''Well, she did give me the opportunity of being a part of this exciting fantasy world, so I guess it''s kind of benevolent in some sort of way?'' Gray added, feeling slightly unsure of his thoughts as he merely gives the Goddess a bit of credit despite being full of herself. Then, the Elf notices Eric, the man being clearly absent and nowhere to be found inside the house. So he questions Deliah of her husband''s whereabouts. "Where''s Eric by the way?" "He''s out gathering water for us at the Village Well. "Deliah answers as she and Darlene also took their sit, joining the Elf for breakfast as well. As they proceeded to feast on Delia''s freshly baked pastries, Eric emerges from the outside as he is seen to be carrying a bucket of freshwater. "Welcome back my love." Deliah happily welcomes her husband back with Darlene doing the same. "How goes your trip to the Village Well?" "It''s all good my love." Eric set aside the bucket as he wipes the sweat off his face and told everyone what happens during his errand outside. "Funny story actually, the moment when our fellow villagers saw me, they immediately sought me out, asking me questions as to why my clothes were all torn and messed up while being accompanied by an Elven Mage, Sir Gray yesterday. So I told them the whole story and indeed, they were absolutely grateful for such kind act and hope to see the savior himself." "Truly?" Deliah responded joyously as she turns her attention to the Elf. "Amazing isn''t it Sir Gray? Not only have you earned our respect but also of the rest of the village." Eric wholeheartedly agrees with his wife as he also told Gray. "Yes, and in fact, I was also summoned by the Village Head earlier during my time outside and he told me that he wants to meet you personally, Sir Gray." "Me?" Gray asks in genuine confusion. "But why?" "Perhaps it is to properly thank you for your valiant actions," Deliah answers him. As he''s about to say something about the matter, a system notification suddenly materializes without any warning as he instantly read the contents. [The Village Head of Oakwood wishes for your presence. What is the man up to? What are his motives? That you may never know until you decide to have a little chat with him.] - Talk to the Village Head of Oakwood. - None - +200 XP, (???) Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. YES / NO Seeing no reason to decline such a simple quest, the boy instantly clicks YES as the Quest''s contents assimilate inside his Journal. Additionally, the unknown Quest Reward that symbols with Question marks truly intrigues him, hoping for another reward that may be just as grand as his quest with the Were-Rabbit. "Very well, I''ll meet him." The Elf nods in agreement as Eric and the others smiled at his favorable response. And with that said, Eric politely asks Gray to follow him to the place where the Village Head resides. 16 The Village Head It is indeed a bright sunny day at the Village of Oakwood as each of the villagers start their respective daily routine. Most of them are farmers, tending to their crops as they engaged in agriculture, also taking great care of the livestock for the purpose of food or raw materials. As such, it is of no exaggeration if one could call this Village a huge farm itself, where the people partake in farming as their source of sustenance for themselves and their family. While they are busy with their honest livelihood, their eyes immediately diverted from their work upon seeing Eric, who in fact is currently together again with the Elven Mage in gossip, Gray Allister. The two could be witnessed chatting with one another as Gray, curious about the village, inquired the Man of his hometown. "There sure are a lot of farmers here." The Elf questions as he looks around the Village''s open surroundings that are filled with a fertile landscape, indeed suitable if one wishes to engage in farming. "Is Agriculture usually the norm around here?" "Yes Sir Gray." Eric nods, smiling as he tells him about their lives in the Village. "It is of no jest that our village depends on the bounties of the Nature Goddess, Lady Wynather herself as we nurture her very own creations, cultivating them to their full potential until such time that it is ripe for the taking, the fruits of our sincere labor and efforts." Gray merely nods in understanding at the man''s explanation, displaying how devoted Eric is as apparent by his resolute way of speaking about the said Goddess. Now that he thought about it, Deliah a while back also speaks about Sylvia that way, with the same amount of steadfast faith as her husband. Gray could only chuckle sheepishly at how committed the pair of husband and wife is to their respective Goddesses. Continuing their walk, Gray instantly took notice of the significant change of the villager''s reactions upon seeing him. Yesterday, the first time that he set foot in this village together with Eric guiding him, their reactions are not too favorable, being naturally suspicious of the Elf''s motives as to why he came into their home without warning. But today is another story. Gray could now see the smiles and approval all over their faces as he passes by at them. Some even opted to show their admiration for the Elf by greeting him with the enthusiastic waving of their hands. The children most notably are tremendously ecstatic upon bearing witness of the kind Elf as they never really get to see other Races that much. Gray simply answers all of them with a smile of his own as the praises and kind gestures are very new to him since he did not experience this sort of treatment back at his original world. ''Wow.'' Gray thought as he marvels at the villagers who are all at awe for his unselfish act of saving Eric. ''Never would I thought that I''ll get this sort of welcoming approach from the villagers around here. It seems that my actions or to be more precise, the quest yesterday has indeed caused a considerable amount of impact upon the villager''s standing on me. I could get used to this hehe.'' Aside from their pleasing reactions, the Elf also took note of their Basic Status, a normal Villager being at a level of around 4 to 7 while the children are at 1 to 2. Shortly after, Eric puts a halt on their tracks, making their stop as they seem to have finally arrived at their location, a building that is bigger compared to the houses. What''s noteworthy about the place though is that there is a huge bell hanging within a steeple on top. Remembering what Deliah mentions to him earlier regarding their topic about the bell, plus with how the building was built, Gray deduces no doubt, that this place is in fact, the Church. "We''re here, Sir Gray," Eric tells Gray as they stood at the entrance of the premises. Indeed as they went inside, Gray''s deduction is definitely accurate as the interior of the place shows what a typical church would look like back in his original world, showing the Pews that are arranged in rows used for seating and kneeling during a religious liturgy. But what''s most remarkable about the place is that a huge silver sculpture depicting a beautiful woman is seen to display in its glorious elegance right in their very eyes. The sculpture if one looks closely is made solely out of stone. The craftsmanship no doubt is shown to be very intricate, mark by the precise details and curves being characterized by such piece of majestic art only crafted no doubt by a master sculptor. "Ah, welcome you two." In front of the two, they are greeted courteously by an old bearded man with a stout body build. He is also observed to be clad in a white vestment with crystal designs that covers his black robes. Old man Lvl 11 Health: 631 / 631 Stamina: 312 / 312 Mana: 1560 / 1560 ''A nameless man that is level 11.'' Gray set his gaze meticulously at the old man''s basic status. He of course already knows how the naming system works. Seeing the old man without a Class could only mean one thing. ''I see, so this is the format when one lacks the information of what the other party''s Class is. He seems to possess a huge amount of Mana for his level like me. Not to mention, the way he dresses and the mere fact that we are inside a freaking church is a dead give-away. Yep, the guy is a Priest without a doubt.'' Because of the Elf''s brilliant deduction, the class reveals itself for Gray, showing the word beside the old man''s level as Gray grins at himself in triumph. "Esteemed Father." Eric bows down in respect as he presented Gray at the priest. "This is Sir Gray Allister, the Elven Mage who saved me from the brink of death." "So you''re the fabled man that I kept hearing about." The priest nods, smiling in response as he turns his serene gaze at the Elf. Then, he introduces himself. "My name is Theodore Grant, but you may address me as Theo for short. I''m the Village Head of Oakwood as well as a humble priest serving the Chantry of the Divine Gods. It''s a pleasure to finally meet you." "Gray Allister, the pleasure is all mine." Gray returns the welcoming gesture as they both shook hands. Peering into the old man''s status bar, all of the information that Theo reveals is now being shown. Theodore Grant Lvl 11: Health: 631 / 631 Stamina: 312 / 312 Mana: 1560 / 1560 "Gray Allister," Theo utters the Elf''s name as he rubs his chin in ponder. "Your name does not sound Elvish, a human parent perhaps?" Gray was caught off guard by the priest''s statement but only by a little bit as he did not show his reaction clearly for them to take notice. ''Tsk, it appears that my name alone can bring up an unneeded topic, especially if I meet my fellow elves in the future.'' Gray thought with a mental frown. ''A human parent, well it is true technically, so I guess I better go along with that.'' "Yes." Gray immediately answers with a lie and started to feign grief in his next words. "And they''re both dead, I hope you understand if I don''t want to talk much about it." SPEECH CHECK: 14 SPEECH REQUIREMENTS: 9 YOU RECEIVED 11 XP ''What?'' Gray thought in genuine curiosity. ''So even lying is also based on Speech? Wow, the system sure takes the minor things even into account. I guess I better study more of it from the Codex if I have the free time to spare.'' "Oh, my apologies, I didn''t mean to pry Mr. Gray." Theo instantly responded in regret. "It''s fine, no harm done." Gray nodded as they ultimately dismiss the topic. "Anyways, I also do apologize for inviting you in such short notice," Theo said. "But I believe that you are the only one who can help us, a sign perhaps as envisioned by the Nature Goddess herself." "And how may I be of service then?" Gray crosses his arms, eager for a potential quest and its rewards at hand. "You see, Three nights ago, I was granted a vision, a vision by the Goddess, Wynather herself." Theo proclaims with unyielding resolve, much to the shock of Eric. "Truly?" The Villager''s eyes widen at the revelation. Gray simply remains indifferent, already knowing of such cliche due to the games that he has played in the past. "Of course." Theo nods as he began to tell the tale. "The vision spoke of a terrible Were-beast conjured by none other than the Wolf God, Fenrir as he brings the affliction of Lycanthropy within our lands. The vision further reveals an Elven Mage slaying the foul beast, bringing the end of the Wolf God''s reign of plague in our region before it can even spread like a wildfire. As such-" "Wait, wait." Gray raises his right hand as he promptly interrupts the Priest on his speech. "Elven Mage you say? You mean me, right?" Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. Theo nods at his query, resulting in Gray coming up with another question. "Is it by any chance that the beast that you speak of is none other than the Were-rabbit?" "Why, yes." Theo''s eyes widen, flabbergasted at how the Elf knows this. "I was also going to tell about how the rabbits within the forest are acting violently as portrayed in my vision. Tell me, how do you know about this my child?" "Ehehe, you see." Gray chuckles sheepishly as he scratches his hair in a carefree manner. "The Were-Rabbit, I already killed it." Theo and even Eric in the sideline are now seen with their mouth agape in unadulterated shock, their eyes widening with extreme astonishment. 17 Communing The intense disbelieving expression is truly evident on the faces of Theo and Eric upon what Gray had just responded to the pair. "Are, are you serious Master Elf?" The Priest''s voice falters apprehensively as he eyed the Elf. "Surely you are jesting, are you not?" "Y-yeah." Eric shares the same sentiment as Theo. "I''ve heard rumors that such terrifying beast possesses speed beyond measure, capable of seemingly disappearing within a blink of the eye!! Are you sure that you are not pulling our leg?" "F-forgive me for sounding doubtful," Theo said and questions Gray. "But do you have any proof of slaying the unholy creature?" ''Right, a proof.'' Gray rubs his chin in thinking. ''I suppose their reactions are only natural but are they just not exaggerating? Sure the Were-Rabbit is fast and all but with the proper timing of dodging its deadly attacks, one can strike while it is off-guard. Well, maybe that strategy is not applicable to everyone as evident by how quick it really is, and I have my skill to compensate for my lack in the speed department. Although, the Enraged Status did catch me off guard, almost costing my life, but never again shall I make that mistake.'' "A proof you say?" Gray confirms with the two as they both nodded. As he ponders once again on how to convince them of his deeds, a recollection suddenly struck on the Elf''s mind as he remembers a particular item that he looted on the crystal corpse of the Were-Rabbit. Gray then requested for the pair to wait as he opens his Inventory. Peering into the contents, a smile graced right on his face as he indeed found the item that he is looking for. Clicking on the said item, the object of interest materialize right on Gray''s right hand as he held it proudly for all to see. "T-this..." "By the 12 Divines, is that?" Eric and Theo stated respectively as they indeed could not believe at what they are seeing at this very moment. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. "Yup." Gray nods with an accomplished grin as he marvels at the item for the both of them to set their gazes upon. And the said item is no other than- "The ," Theo muttered under his breath as he gawked with wide eyes at the decapitated head of the said creature. "So it''s really true, you indeed have slain the vicious beast that has been spreading its Lycanthropic corruption within the forest." "Not only have you save my life." Eric joins in with the conversation. "But potentially the lives of many others as well, ending the Blight in this region. You truly are no doubt, a Hero among our people." "Ehehe." Gray chuckles, a bit embarrassed by the compliment conveyed to him. "It''s nothing, really." "Words can''t express how immensely grateful we truly are Master Elf," Theo said with utmost gratitude in every word. Then without any warning, something unnatural struck within Theo as his eyes started to be engulfed in bright golden light. This induces him to grasp his forehead in immense pain as he fell down on his knees. Gray and Eric watch with the utmost concern for the Priest as they decided to approach and help him. To their surprise, Theo lifts his hand in protest, telling them to remain at where they stand despite feeling the pain of the current affair. After a short while, the pain seems to have subsided as the golden light disappeared completely from the Priest, returning to his normal state of consciousness. "Are you alright, Esteemed Father?!" Eric instantly closes in on Theo as the former assisted the latter in standing up. "I''m fine Eric." Theo, slightly panting due to the exhaustion of the ordeal, assures the man of his condition. But his demeanor abruptly changes, now feeling reinvigorated much to Eric and Gray''s looks of astonishment. "Never mind that, I have another vision from the Goddess herself again!!" Theo recomposes himself as he set his undivided attention to Gray. "It appears that Lady Wynather wishes to speak to you personally, Master Elf." "Me?" Gray tilted his head in puzzlement, wondering what a Goddess would want with someone like him. "But why?" "I''m not entirely certain." Theo shook his head but he is observed to be smiling despite that. "But I believe that your valiant heroism has surely reached out to the Lady." ''Heroism huh.'' Gray thought with a sweatdrop. ''I just happen to be coincidentally in the right place at the right time, so I highly doubt that.'' "I understand your uncertainty, Master Elf." Theo looks at Gray with sympathy. "As a matter of fact, I too was the same when I receive this mysterious gift back when I was a mere Acolyte about your age. The thought of even being in commune with one of the 12 Divines is certainly overwhelming in my part. Because of such a gift that I was able to turn this village into a thriving community of farmers as the vision of the Goddess allowed me to guide my people into prosperity for many years." Seeing no reason in denying the Priest, by extension, The Goddess'' offer, Gray ultimately agrees in the end, resulting Theo to smile in satisfaction at the Elf''s positive response. "Alright, how shall I do this?" Gray asks with his arms crossed. "Ah, yes." Theo assumes a tranquil smile as he set his sights on the sculpture of the beautiful elven woman right in front of them. "This here is the statue and shrine of Lady Wynather herself. Remarkable is it not?" "I agree." Gray nods as he could not help but be dazzled at the craftsmanship of it. Not to mention, the woman portrayed in the statue is a true beauty indeed as every characteristic and curve are sculpted to perfection, unlike anything that he has ever seen. Theo then began telling Gray the instructions of communing with the Goddess. "Prostrate yourself in front of the Goddess, and all shall be unveiled by her perpetual grace of nature and wind as she confers you her sacred boon." Gray felt skeptical at what the priest said, but decided to just go along with it. He then gets down on his knees as he started closing both of his eyes in deep prayer. "Open your eyes, my child." He then heard an angelic voice coming from within as he adheres to its bidding. With his eyes now unfolded, Gray could not resist at being stricken with awe upon witnessing such beauty. If this woman is back on Earth, then no doubt she could easily top among the most gorgeous women to have ever lived on his planet. Revealing before him is an attractive Elven lady with long flowing green hair. She is further seen to be clad in a green fairy dress that showcases a fair portion of her flawless skin. Also studying his surroundings, Gray''s eyes widen at noticing that he seem to be no longer inside the Church but rather in a heavenly garden filled with exquisite flowers of assorted colors and designs. "Welcome to my Divine Plane of Estelthyr, my child." The Goddess, Wynather welcomes him. As she kept observing the boy, her demeanor suddenly shifted into a darker turn, green eyes flickering dangerously, most particularly at the attire that Gray is wearing as she said the next words with absolute commanding. "Remove your clothes." 19 Champion Gray was certainly caught off by surprise upon Wynather banishing him from her Divine Plane. Opening his eyes, Gray without a doubt is back at the familiar interiors of the Chantry, right in front once again of the Goddess'' sacred sculpture. As the ordeal is with the Goddess officially came to an end, the system notification pops right in his eyes. - Talk to the Village Head of Oakwood [¡Ì] Quest Rewards Granted: 230 XP, Title Unlocked: (The Wind''s Favorite) (The Wind''s Favorite) ¨C The Goddess, Wynather has deemed you worthy of becoming her new Champion and favored child. As such, you gain +60% Stamina and Mana Regeneration, +10% Wind and Earth Resistance, and you deal 25% more damage against the foul Were-creatures of Fenrir. Note: In order to obtain the permanent bonuses that associates with the Title, one must first equip it on the Character Icon. Additionally, just like one''s Name and Class, Titles won''t automatically be disclosed to others unless done so by the titleholder or if the other party was able to find out by thorough investigation and deduction in their part. You may only equip up to a limit of 3 titles. Besides the new information regarding Titles, Gray looks a bit baffled as to why he received 230 XP instead of the 200 that was to be granted during the time when the quest started. But then his eyes blink in realization as he remembers that he possesses the temporary bonus of , granting him 15% more experience for 4 hours, thus explaining the boost of experience. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. Before he could find out more of this newfound information regarding the Title system, The bombardment of system messages did not stop here. Shrine Blessing Received: - +10% Bonus to your Max Stamina for 24 hours. ''Shrine Blessing.'' Gray nods in understanding as he seems to be familiar with the certain game mechanic, seeing as he experienced it in other RPG games. ''I see, if I''m not mistaken, then these positive buffs are bestowed temporarily by praying at a shrine to the specified God. If I remember correctly, each blessing has a different effect depending on the shrine that you have prayed.'' LEVEL UP!! YOU RECEIVED 5 ATTRIBUTE POINTS!! YOU RECEIVED 1 ABILITY POINT!! Gray''s eyes blink in a delightful wonder as he was not aware that he has also reached the experience threshold of leveling up. As usual, he immediately spends 2 points on Intelligence, a single point in Willpower, and the rest for reservation. He also ponders if he should be spending his Ability point on the final skill at Tier 1 which is the . In the end, he ultimately decided against it, saving his Ability point maybe for later seeing as the said skill requires allies which currently he still has none. For now, he''ll be reserving that precious Ability point for something that may come unexpectedly. Who knows, a secret skill maybe? As this was going on, Theo welcomes him back in the world of living with open arms. But one could also see the expression of deep awe going on his face upon seeing the divine clothing that Gray is wearing at this very moment. "By the Gods..." Theo''s eyes widen in utter shock as he recognizes the clothing from the books that he read in the Archives. "That holy garment, could that be the ? The one last to be worn by Lady Wynather''s previous Champion?" Gray nods in agreement, chuckling at the Priest''s flabbergasted reaction as he clarifies him. "Yes, the Lady is very generous to part me with such a powerful gift." "This is truly a wonderful day for the Village of Oakwood!!" Theo is now regarded with all smiles and cheers as his eyes were in joyful tears. "Never in the realm of my imaginations that I get to witness Lady Wynather''s sacred Divine Artifact itself in person during this very era. I only heard such artifact in the Sacred Texts that I''ve been reading from the Archives of this Chantry ever since I was a youth. You have indeed made this old man very happy¡­ Champion." ''Champion huh.'' Gray thought of the new title being bestowed upon him. ''The Lady didn''t even mention of me becoming one. Perhaps it was implied by the clothes that were personally given to me, I guess?'' "I''m glad if I did so, Theo." Gray simply return the smile at the old Priest as he preferred not to think about his new title too much. Then he notices that Eric is not with him which causes him to ask. "Where''s Eric by the way?" "As soon as the Tunic started to materialize while you are communing with the Lady, I''ve instructed him to send word to the entire village, informing them of the miraculous deed!!" Theo happily remarks with deep reverence. "Ehehe, I see." Gray nods, chuckling sheepishly at how¡­ committed these people are in their actions. "A word of advice though Master Elf." Theo is now observed to look quite serious as he offers Gray his wise counsel. "With a Divine Artifact on your hands, I highly suggest that it would be best if you refrain from displaying it deliberately in the prying eyes of the public. Of course, I trust my people to keep this matter discrete as we all are devoted to the benevolence of Lady Wynather and her holy secrets, but the same can''t be said about the others who are living in the major towns and cities. Many would most likely take advantage of you as a single Divine Artifact alone would fetch tens to even hundreds of thousands of gold." "It''s that valuable huh?" Gray comments as he brushes his chin with a look of understanding. "Yes, your advice does make sense. I''ll follow it then." ''Selling a Divine Artifact.'' Gray contemplates the prospect of an easy way to luxury. But then he immediately dismisses the idea. ''Nah, I''m here for power, not the money. Of course, one could say that money is also power but the Enchantments that associate with the Artifact will benefit me even more in the long run. Besides, I''m not exactly keen on pissing off a Goddess anytime soon just because I traded one of her sacred treasures for a pile of gold.'' "Excellent." Theo smiles with satisfaction. "Of course, considering that the Divine Artifact is a shirt, you may also use it underneath the robes that you are wearing earlier." "Is that so?" Gray''s eyes widen in a surprise to his liking. If what Theo said is true, then he can retain the benefits of the Tunic without ever the need of unequipping it. This means that both the Tunic and his Robes can be equipped at the same time. Heeding Theo''s suggestion, Gray equips his , now seeing that the two equipment truly stacks with one another. ''Neat!!'' Gray thoughts with a cheerful character. ''I retain both equipment''s enchantments and keeping the Artifact obscure at the same time. Just like killing two birds with one stone.'' "So, Champion," Theo says in a questioning manner. "What are your plans from this point on? If you don''t have any specific location in mind, do know that you are always welcome here in our humble village." "A plan huh." Gray sounded a bit unsure of himself in all honesty. Sure he could leave the village right here and now, but his lack of the common knowledge in this world may prove to be a hindrance in integrating himself properly in this fantasy-driven world. As he was in deep study of his thoughts, an idea suddenly struck unto the Elf as he asks the Priest. "You mentioned earlier something about the Archives, a library in this place am I right?" "Yes, of course, Champion," Theo answers with utmost enthusiasm. "We have a collection of books and documents detailing the history and a variety of information about the whole of Silverhart and its people." "Excellent." Gray grins in triumphant. "Is it too much of a trouble if I desire in seeking entry into the Archives? "Not at all." Theo happily grants the Elf''s request. "The Archives is an open place for everyone regardless of race and status. Come and I''ll show you the way." And with that, Gray follows Theo upstairs, into the place where information and knowledge are kept in one room. Indeed, The Arcanist has a lot of studying to do if he wishes to blend in with the Silverhartian people. 20 Archives The time inside the Archives of the Chantry is fruitful admittedly for Gray Allister. Despite the modest size of the Library, the acquisition of books itself is more than enough for the Elf to acquire the knowledge necessary for him to mingle with the common folk of this world. Thankfully, the text depicted in the books is much similar to the English Alphabet, dubbed the Common tongue in this world, so there were no issues whatsoever in his studies. For one, the knowledge of how the Calendar system of the world is a must-have if Gray wishes to keep up with the current affairs. Fortunately, the system is the same as back in his original world, much to the Elf''s utter relief, albeit the different terms associated with it. There are 12 months, each with 30 days, 7 days in a week, and a 24 hour period. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. The month comprises in the following chronological order: 1. New Dawn 2. Lover''s Rise 3. Labor''s Toil 4. Evening''s Dusk 5. Grace''s Call 6. First Stone 7. Last Stone 8. Joy''s Hallow 9. Summer Hand 10. Mead''s Fall 11. Ending''s Cry 12. Winter''s Grasp And the days are also arranged in the same way: 1. Primis 2. Secundus 3. Tertium 4. Quartus 5. Quintus 6. Sextus 7. Septima Gray further asks Theo at what the date today is so that the former can ascertain its format. "9th day of Joy''s Hallow, 1457." Theo happily obliges him as Gray nods in gratitude. After observing that the Elf is completely settled in, Theo leaves him alone to his devices. Gray also learns that the time can be read by the use of clocks thankfully. As a matter of fact, the mechanical contraption was invented by the Dwarves as they innovated time reading throughout the whole of Silverhart, making people''s lives a whole lot easier since Sundial and Moondial are the norms back then. And again, just like his former world, the reading of time is very much similar to the 12-hour format that he grew accustomed to. Continuing his self-education, Gray grasps the fundamental knowledge of Silverhart and its provinces as he referenced it together with the related books and a diagram of the world map showing in a page of another book that he found in one of the shelves. Ashnatar, the homeland of Gray''s race, the Elves. It is a green and pasture land filled with fertile farmlands, majestic forests, and towers of old. Many of the settlements are small and isolated, ruled by the leadership of a powerful Mage in service of the Elven King. Wolfhead Valley, the Orc''s residence. It is a rocky province in which the soil is ruptured and blood-red in color. The land itself boasts rugged cliffs and canyons, where many terrifying beasts assume into the heart of the habitat. It is indeed a jarring environment for one to live with, definitely not for the faint of the heart, but the Orcs themselves appreciate the harshness of the environment, which resulted in the remarkable strength and fortitude that they possess today. Underforge, The city underneath the earth. The mighty and huge city is certainly a testament of the Dwarves'' strength and innovation, being perhaps the most intricate out of the other Provinces. It also emphasizes the Dwarve''s industrial capacity, boasting technological feats and mechanisms that keep the city running into excellent shape at every time of the day. Sakarata Desert, an arid of sands everywhere in its wake where the Cat-folk considers their haven. It is a place loaded with harsh desert lands and tropical forests that houses monstrous beasts such as giant scorpions, hulking gorillas and many more. Geckonia, home of the Lizardlings. The majority of the province is filled with dark swampy marshlands as the place itself can be remarkably intimidating, especially for the other races. But for the Lizardlings themselves, it is their very home at heart, reveling into the spirit of the "True Gecko" that gave its boon into the land. Of course, the aforementioned provinces are not the only places that encompass the whole of Silverhart itself. Being a vast and open world, Silverhart boasts an array of landmass as portrayed in the world map. Many exotic places must be explored and Gray could only grin in excitement at the prospect of traversing every place of the world in his quest for power. Anyways, Gray did not overlook the last province, the homeland of the Humans... He felt the necessity to study this province even further because as a matter of fact, it is the place where he currently resides, upon seeing the village of Oakwood in its geography. From what he learns, it is a monarch state populated mostly by the Human race. The province is ruled jointly by a King and Queen, along with their trusted White Council. Whitemoor is a place known for its fair climate, and clement region. The central part of the Province houses the Tamwall Valley, a balmy enormous landmass named after the Human War Hero, Tamwall Ercnard. The Valley boasts its fertility, renowned in the passage of history for supporting the crops and livestock that sustains the lives of the Province''s denizens. As a matter of fact, Oakwood Village is also a part of the huge Valley, explaining how fertile the farmlands are with the addition of Wynather''s Blessing on her part. The valley also encompasses green forests and split into unsullied rivers that sustain the beautiful land. While most of Whitemoor is a luscious flourishing valley that consists of fecund drylands, pristine waters, and temperate atmosphere, such is not always the case. In the north and western part of the Province, huge mountains are marveled in all its natural glory, effectively acting as frontiers for Whitemoor''s security. The southern area is not for the coward though, as thickly forest and dark marshlands are what makes its ecosystem, emphasizing the borders of Geckonia. In the east paves the way to a stony formation of region, stretching forth into the entrance of the humongous Underground City of Underforge. Road networks installed in the outside areas are the prominent way of travel in the Province, serving as a pathway between Cities and Villages. The Province houses 8 Major Cities including its capital, each with its distinct characteristics. Flocaster ¨C The City of Jewels, and the Province''s major trading hub. Chadena ¨C Likewise known as the Warrior''s Retreat, and home of the Warrior''s Guild. Vroving ¨C The Port Town in the north that is perpetually covered in snow. It is situated near the border of Skorna, home of the Northern Nordic People. Blerton ¨C A city filled with crime, poverty, and anarchy. Rumored to be home of a Guild of Thieves. Adaburn ¨C A quaint county in the west where the Monastery of the Divines is located for aspiring Priests and Monks. Ilarora ¨C A city in the south surrounded by the dark marshlands and tundras where Lizardling culture is heavily influenced. Oseginia ¨C The eastern city of the province near the Underground City of Underforge. As such, it is not uncommon to witness Dwarves making their trade and business with the citizens around the area. Everfall ¨C The Royal Capital City of the Province, home of the prestigious Arkanos University. Additionally, his high Intelligence attribute made it easier for him to grasp the contents of every book that he reads. While in his studies, he suddenly remembers that his Codex also holds the category of BOOKS & NOTES inside when the last time he checked it. Opening the Godly item, he took notice that indeed, the contents of the book that he read has been stored inside, should he desire for later reading. He immediately tests this system even further, seeing if a flip of a book''s page is enough for the assimilation of information to happen. And indeed, it surely does. ''The Codex sure is awesome indeed.'' Gray thought in gratifying surprise. ''Like the game Dragon Age, if you merely glance into the book''s page, then it will be stored right inside.'' This truly means that every information, knowledge, and intelligence is ripe for the taking, thanks to the convenience of such a Godly book bestowed by Sylvia herself during his first quest. Now armed with the necessary basic knowledge, Gray grins in utmost jubilation, proud of the efforts that he has made today. And with that, he made his exit from Archives, gaining the whole erudition of the books that are now amassed deep within the Codex, much to his very liking. 21 New Quests Theo saw Gray emerging out of the Archives as the latter heads downstairs to the former''s direction. "Welcome back, Champion." Theo greets the Elf with the utmost enthusiasm. "Was the Archives satisfactory to your needs?" "Yes." Gray nods in agreement, satisfied indeed at the outcome of his self-study. "The collection of books inside truly helped me in filling up the knowledge that I lack." "I''m glad to be of help then." Theo smiles at him. "Now that is all said and done, what are your plans after this?" "For now, I''ll be travelling to the nearest town, eventually making my way to the capital since I''m quite curious about this Arkanos University that I''ve heard about." Gray answers while crossing his arms. [In your ever-glorious pursuit to the intricacy of higher magic, you decided to visit and investigate about Arkanos University that you read in the Archives a while ago.] - Investigate Arkanos University in Everfall - (???) - University admittance, (???) YES / NO The Elf blinks in surprise at the system notification suddenly appearing when he states his intentions to Theo. Despite feeling a bit astonished by this revelation, Gray naturally clicks the YES option, intrigue at the unknown rewards to be granted to him at the Quest''s completion. While conducting his reading earlier ago, Gray stumbles upon a particular book of the said University. He was able to learn that Arkanos University is a prestigious institution that delves deeper into the study of magic and its fundamentals. Individuals aspiring to be Mages may seek education here as their starting point, provided they have the magical aptitude and a letter of recommendation from a powerful known mage. Of course, those who are already full-fledged Mages are also welcome in the University for honing their magical arts even further and learning more advance spells as fit to whatever purpose they deem. The University also dedicates itself to the collection, preservation, and distribution of any knowledge that is related to magic with an emphasis that all Silverhart''s citizens would benefit from this knowledge. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. Students and staffs of the University receive many benefits such as training, services, and education in the established laws regarding the proper usage of magic. As such, if Gray could get access to the University, then he may be able to improve his Arcane abilities, potentially making himself even more powerful in the process. Theo, also knowing about the University, nods in understanding of the Elf''s intentions. "I see. If that is the case Champion, then may I suggest heading to Chadena as your first stop? Everfall from here takes about a month of travel by foot while Chadena is only about five days away. Once you have reached there, you may be able to make use of the carriage services to shorten your journey significantly, cutting the time by about a half or so." [The Priest, Theo suggests that it would be best if you make your first stop into the town of Chadena before proceeding to Everfall. In Chadena, you are to seek the services of a carriage driver for a faster way of transportation into the capital.] - Reach the town of Chadena and speak to a carriage driver. - (???) - 600 XP YES / NO At this point on, Gray is not anymore surprised by the notification as he merely presses YES, sending the Quest''s information into his JOURNAL. "Chadena, huh?" Gray rubs his chin in contemplation. "Yes, your advice is beneficial, and I''ll head there, but there is a problem though." "What is your predicament, Champion?" Theo asks in concern. "I don''t have a copy of the map of this Province. May I know where I can find one?" Gray questions him of where to obtain the said item. "Say no more!!" Theo graciously obliges the Elf as he put out the item of interest from his own Inventory. "Here you go Champion, the map of Whitemoor Province." "Wow." Gray''s eyes widen in appreciation as Theo handed the map over to him. "Is it really alright for you to be just giving me this?" "Of course." Theo smiles in response. "As a devout servant of Lady Wynather, my endeavours won''t lead me much outside of the village as I serve the Goddess and my people. As such, it would be such a waste if the map would be rotting inside my Inventory for the rest of my life hahaha. Anyways, I''m sure it will be put to good use in your hands." "Very well." Gray nods at the Priest''s reasoning. "I truly am grateful for the gift. Thank you." ITEM RECEIVED: (Uncommon Item) Item Description: The map showing the entire geography of Whitemoor province. Note: Upon receiving a map, any undiscovered locations will be automatically revealed as per depicted in the diagram which will be stored inside the MAP option of your UI, allowing smoother travels in your journey. ''Nice.'' Gray smiles in pleasant surprise at this new information as he opens the MAP icon. Indeed, the blackened portion was cleared out in an instant, revealing the area as portrayed in the map that he received. ''This is so much convenient. With this, I''ll never get lost from this point forward.'' "Is there anything else you need, Champion?" Theo inquires the Elf if he can be of any further assistance. "No, I''ve got everything I need for my travels." Gray smiles with gratitude. "Very well." Theo nods, returning with a smile of his own. "Do know that you''ll always be welcome here in Oakwood." "I appreciate it, Theo," Gray replies as he nods. "Thank you again." After saying their final farewells, Gray finally made his exit to the Chantry, basking into the fresh, crisp air that the atmosphere of the village has to offer. ''I should make my way first to Eric and his family to announce my intentions.'' Gray thought as he felt grateful for them in giving a room for him to stay last night. But before he could proceed with his actions, a group of children suddenly gathered around him, led by none other than Eric''s daughter, Darlene Mills. "Hey, Mister Gray!!" Darlene yells cheerfully at him with the other kids looking at the Elf with sincere happy intent. "Come and play tag with us!!" As he was about to answer the child, the System Notification appeared for the third time, signalling a brand-new Quest for him. [Brave Heroes such as yourself are bound to attract innocent young children who are deeply captivated by your gallant actions (How cute, mortal). Tag, Hide and seek, anything to satisfy their whimsical, childish needs. (You''re not such a devil for refusing these precious kids, are you mortal?)] - Play tag with the Children for 10 minutes. - None - 50 XP YES / NO Gray could only twitch in utter annoyance at the condescending and unnecessary remarks of Sylvia. But upon seeing Darlene looking at him with her adorable puppy eyes, Gray could not find the heart to refuse such cute look as he ultimately presses YES. Besides, he''s not exactly in a hurry that much, so his other Quests can wait. [+4 GOOD] "Sure, why not?" Gray instantly changes his demeanor, turning all smiles for the children to witness. "Yay!!" Darlene and the other kids cheer at him. Then she immediately taps the Elf with a mischievous grin. "You go first Mister Gray, you''re it!!!" The resulting playful action causes the kids to run around the village square brightly, with Gray now being "it". "Hehe, it''s on kids." Gray''s eyes blaze in deep passion as he dashes to whoever is unfortunate enough to be tagged by him. And with that, the entire village could only gape in wonder at why an esteemed young adult such as the Champion himself is playing a childlike game happily with their children. 23 Hunger A day has passed since Gray left Oakwood and the boy is seen walking on the roads, following the path going to the town of Chadena with the guidance of his map. While he is doing so, Gray is currently fixated on his SKILL section of his UI, recapping a particular information regarding the unique feature of the Arcanist class. (Passive) ¨C The state of Magic Hunger exclusive only to this class. As an Arcanist, you are required to drain the Mana essence of a creature to satiate your never-ending hunger for pure Arcane Magic. You may feed on an enemy or even on your ally when their Health reaches 5% low, effectively killing them while granting a permanent bonus to your Base Mana depending on what kind of creature you fed on, thus decreasing your Hunger. Perhaps even more so other than Mana bonus as you feed on certain creatures during your travels. Normal creatures 20 levels lower than you can be fed on instantly at full health. (Click this skill for more info about Hunger). "¡­" Gray utters the words, clicking the skill for more info about how the Hunger works, as stated in the skill description. Gray now sees that the Hunger can be measured by a status bar located in the same category. Hunger: 78 / 100 Note: The info about the stages of Hunger can now be found instead in the MECHANISM category of your Codex. Eyeing the contents, Gray find the absolute need to discover even more of this vital knowledge as it should prove crucial for his survival and condition in integrating himself into this fantasy world. Opening the Codex, Gray scanned for its contents as he followed the instructions dictated by the info. Indeed, Gray was able to find what he was looking for in the MECHANISM category of the Codex. It is the collection of information where the contents of gameplay mechanics is displayed inside. He was able to learn that the state of Magic Hunger is divided into 4 stages, each with its perks and debilitating effects. Stage 1 (100 to 70): The Arcanist is currently well-satiated. As such, you have perfect control over your faculties and may function well as an ordinary denizen of the society. The flow of Arcane energy inside your body is stable in this state, granting 10% more effectiveness from any spell that you cast. Stage 2 (70 to 45): The Arcanist starts to feel less of himself as he makes his way into the path of Arcane madness. You begin to feel the adverse effects of the Hunger with a subtle change of physical appearance. Your skin turns slightly pale in the process with the colour of your hair withering a bit, akin to rapid ageing. The people around might feel anxious about your presence, but nothing too detrimental for now as you still retain a significant degree of control within your body. In this stage, your spells are more potent but unstable, gaining 20% more effectiveness at 25% more Mana cost. You also suffer a -10 to Speech due to your menacing appearance. Stage 3 (45 ¨C 10): The Arcane energy within begins to tear the Arcanist himself apart. Dedicating yourself to nothing but the lust for the Mana essence of every living being in your vicinity, you are an offensive force of vile magical nature, born out of failure to sustain yourself. Your appearance starts to turn dreadful, skin becoming paler with veins protruding everywhere like you are a walking pile of disease. The natural colour of your hair is all but gone, completely unpigmented and deprive of youth. People around you might start to turn afraid and hostile, as such, it would be best to be at hiding and immediately rectify your condition by feeding before it''s too late. In addition to the effects gain relating to spells from Stage 2, your magic is so unstable that even casting spells enters you into a world of unimaginable pain. When casting a spell, you lose Health based on a quarter of its mana cost. Being even more horrifying looking than before, you gain a penalty of -20 to Speech. Stage 4 (10 ¨C 0): The Arcanist has finally reached to the point where all sense of moral reasoning is officially lost, transforming oneself into an abominable entity whose cravings for the Mana Essence of every living being is of no equal. Your physical appearance takes shape into a terrifying demonic figure, whose only purpose is the extinguishment of life all around you. The only way to cure such affliction is the mercy of death. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. ''Crap.'' Gray thought with a nervous sweat upon reading Stage 4''s sinister narrative. ''I better make sure to feed often and maintain Stage 1 at all times.'' Fortunately, Gray chose Sustenance over Annihilation, thus granting him the Discipline''s exclusive skill of , decreasing his hunger rate by 15%. Additionally, him feeding the Were-Rabbit 3 days ago has sated his appetite significantly, thus allowing him to stay satisfied despite not feeding for that period. So, overall, Gray is still safe and won''t be coming at Stage 2 anytime soon for as long as he can find some creatures for him to drain of their Mana Essence. While he was lost on his thoughts, sounds of metal clashing with one another was heard from the vicinity as the Elf snaps himself out. With Gray''s curiosity piqued, he decided to locate where the source of the noise is. Finding himself in a cliff nearby, Gray witness a skirmish going on down slightly below as he eavesdrops the scene between a single Warrior and 4 armed humans with their various respective weapons. Eyeing at the Warrior, Gray''s eyes widen with surprise as he saw the beastly figure on the battlefield. For the very first time of his existence here in Silverhart, a Cat-folk is witnessed with his own two eyes. Cat-Folk Warrior Level 14 Health: 1501 / 1975 Stamina: 670 / 893 Mana: 320 / 320 ''So that''s a Cat-folk.'' Gray marvelled with awe at the humanoid catlike creature. ''It''s freaking similar to the Khajiit of the Elder Scrolls franchise.'' Gray decided that he should not act rashly at the moment and continues to observe the ongoing battle at hand, to size them up a bit. Eyeing at the Cat-folk even further, Gray took notice of his splendid white fur with tiger-like stripes all over the body parts that he can discern, most notably the tail. He also observes how tall and muscular the Cat-folk is, clad in a set of Steel Armor. Despite steel being its primary material, a good portion of leather make the right amount of its appearance. The boots and gauntlets have steel pieces that faces the front while the main article, the steel cuirass is on his chest. A broad belt made up of steel covers his hips and has plates on the skirt, guarding the thighs. "Kah!! You cowardly buffoons!!" Gray heard the Cat-folk in his tiger-like voice, yelling his resentment towards the humans as the Warrior firmly grips his Steel Greatsword with two hands. "Such is the nature of wretched bandits. Ganging up on a single man, all for the sake of petty gold coins." Bandit Lvl 12 Health: 697 /1109 Stamina: 564 / 700 Mana: 207 / 207 "You sure are loud for someone who is going to die today." One of the bandits spoke arrogantly. "After we are done with you Cat, we will make good use of your fur and turn it into a rag for us to piss on, hahaha!!!" Gray crossed his arms, contemplating if he should assist the Cat-folk against these brigands. [You have witnessed a Cat-Folk Warrior in deep trouble against 4 Bandits below at where you currently stand. Will you lend your aid or leave him to whatever fate that the Gods have in store for him?] - Help the Cat-Folk Warrior in defeating the Bandits. - None - 1500 XP YES / NO ''Of course, I''ll help him.'' Gray thought with determination as he clicked YES and readied his Mage Staff. ''I''m not that of an asshole to forsake someone in need.'' [+5 GOOD] ''Besides¡­'' Gray cackles mischievously as he eyed the Bandits with a Hungry look, grinning in anticipation. ''The XP reward sure is nice, and I truly wonder what the Mana Essence of Humans and the other races tastes like. This is a perfect opportunity for me to fill up my Hunger, hehehe.'' [+2 CHAOS] Ignoring the last notification, the Elf prepares his , launching it at the 4 Bandits as he proclaims his intention of joining the brutal conflict ahead. 24 A Minor Skirmish The Cat-folk Warrior could only widen his slit yellow eyes upon witnessing five blasts of violet magical energy slamming forth violently on the backs of his four Bandit adversaries, with the added misfortune of one of them receiving two blasts instead of one. As the Cat-folk looks to where the source of the attack is, he was able to see that an Elf of all people has lent his unexpected aid. "Fuck!!" One of the Bandits screamed in rage at the sudden ambush as they all turn their backs and found an Elven Mage at a cliff above them, smirking arrogantly. Turning their back is the greatest mistake that they ever made as the Cat-folk wasted no time in stabbing one of them in the back, blood staining the blade of his Greatsword, dealing massive critical damage due to how the blow was delivered, thus resulting in the Bandit''s pixelated death. "A little bit of advice before I send all your insignificant souls to the planes of Hellas." The Cat-folk announced as he finally finished off the unfortunate one out of the group of brigands. "Never show your vulnerable back on the heat of combat." Now down at three, the Bandits could not help but be distressed, especially by the newcomer who possesses magic in his arsenal. Thus, the fight resumes with the Cat-folk holding out his own very well against the two Bandits while the other one attempts to draw out a crossbow from his Inventory to take the Mage down in long-range combat. Of course, emphasis on the word "attempt" as Gray did not spare the crossbow-wielding Bandit a moment of breathing space. Taking advantage of the vantage point, Gray instantly casts on the Bandit, sending the magic projectile flying at high speed as the Bandit fails to react at the fast incoming attack, sending him down into the ground like the weakling he is. Gray wastes no time as he mercilessly dispatches the unlucky Bandit with basic Arcane attacks from his staff, showcasing his continuous onslaught as the Bandit scream in utmost agony, each blast of powerful Arcane Energy being aimed all over the man''s dying body on the ground before eventually succumbing to death''s cruel end. ''Strange.'' Gray thought darkly as he garnered his first murder of a human being in this fantasy world, now setting his gazes warily on his palm. ''The rabbits, I can probably understand, but why do I feel no qualms in killing that guy? Sure, this world may be based on an RPG but this the world that I live in, it''s all too real now. He may be a Bandit, a criminal, but am I really supposed to feel this way? Is the System might be the cause of this state of tranquility that I''m currently feeling in the face of killing?'' The mere thought genuinely scares but mostly excites him altogether. Too many questions but all unanswered. Hopefully, it will all be cleared up in the future. In all honesty though, Gray just wants to enjoy every opportunity that this fantasy-driven world has to offer, so he will be embracing at whatever his conscience dictates him to do since he is no longer bound by some of the constricting mindset of his original world. Anyways, Gray decided that it''s no use dwelling on that train of thought too much as he got more important matters to attend to. "Hehe, it seems that the tides of battle have officially turned on my favor." The Cat-folk grins, baring his sharp fangs for the Bandits to see. "Not that this changes anything though, you pitiful rascals were doomed the moment you dare to cross me and my blade!!" With a vigorous shout, the battlefield erupted by the bellow of the Cat-folk Warrior, causing the remaining Bandits to be demoralized by such intimidating act. The same can''t be said about Gray though as he suddenly felt empowered by the Cat-folk''s amazing feat. BUFF RECEIVED: - Damage output is increased by 10% for Allies and decreased by 10% for Enemies. It lasts for 35 seconds. ''Wow, that''s one sick move.'' Gray was definitely impressed by the Cat-folk''s awe-deserving action on the skirmish below. ''Looks to be a support skill in my opinion. Is he perhaps a Warrior of that nature?'' The Cat-folk proves himself to be a capable fighter of his own. Despite having to deal with two armed opponents, he''s able to manage himself quite well, blocking every blow and returning every attack with intense ferocity as fit to his Beastly ancestry. If an opening presented itself, the Warrior assumes no wasted movement, brutally striking the Bandits at where they stand with the heavy swing of his Greatsword. The Bandits themselves are rather clumsy in their movements, evident by their lack of proper combat training. The Cat-folk however only displays himself with nothing but the vigor and discipline of an esteemed Warrior, akin to a well-trained soldier in the army. Gray himself does not find the need anymore to assist him, seeing how proficient the Cat-folk is in handling himself in combat as the Elf opted to take a sit leisurely on his spot while merely observing the events unfolding. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. The Cat-folk in a quick motion hits one of the wretched Bandits with the pommel of his Greatsword. With the said Bandit now being disoriented by the hard blow, the Cat-folk seized the chance and effortlessly decapitated the man, sending him to a pixelated demise. His beheaded corpse then forms into a crystal, just like the rest of his dead outlaw brethren. The other Bandit, seeing that he is now all alone and standing no chance against the two non-humans, tries to flee from the scene with a look of panic. Of course, Gray was having none of that as he casts on the last Bandit, slowing his movement speed for the Cat-folk to catch him as the Elf still has plans in mind for the criminal. "Wait, don''t kill him!!!" Gray orders loudly at the Cat-folk, causing the latter to look at the Elf in genuine confusion. Gray hurryingly maneuvers himself down to the scene, approaching the Cat-folk Warrior in a friendly manner. "What is your business with this Bandit, stranger?" The Cat-folk questions Gray. Gray smiles nonchalantly as he crossed his arms. "I have something particular in mind against the Bandit that you are holding." "I see." The Cat-folk nods. "Very well, since you have assisted me, I''ll allow it. But first, I also have some queries I have to discuss with our new friend over here, explaining why he''s still breathing at this very moment. Of course, that may change in a moment unless he is willing to talk." The Cat-folk then commenced interrogating the Bandit with a serious tone. "Tell me, where is your encampment?" "I''ll never tell you anything, Cat!!" The Bandit stared at him in utmost defiance. "Is that so?" The Cat-folk growled as he chokes the Bandit in the neck with his incredible beastly hands and lifted him in the air. The Bandit definitely is in a world of suffering as his life slowly flashes away right in his very eyes, begging for the Cat-folk to stop with his pleading cry. The Cat-folk then released his deathly grasp off the Bandit, sending the man coughing and breathing profusely for oxygen. "Now, are you going to talk?" The Cat-folk stared at the Bandit with his intimidating slit eyes. "Okay, okay!! Please have mercy!!" The Bandit seemed to have gotten the message as he begs for his life. "You will spare me after I tell you, right kind sir?" "You have my word, human." The Cat-folk answers as he assures the Bandit. "Alright." The Bandit then reveals the information to him. "The encampment is about a day and a half from here, north around here. I''ll mark it on your map." The Cat-folk nods as he withdraws his own from his Inventory and allows the Bandit to provide the marker as a guide. "T-there." The Bandit says as he stutters nervously on his speaking. "Now, w-will you let me go?" "Of course, I always keep my word." The Cat-folk bare a toothy grin. His demeanor though suddenly takes a dark turn as his smile turns sinister. "But my new Elven friend here? I''m not so sure." "Wait, what?!!" The Bandit gasps in horror as the Cat-folk pushes him to Gray. The Elf immediately catches the Bandit as both of their faces are now staring directly with one another. "It''s nothing personal," Gray says to the Bandit with a playful smirk. "I''m just feeling hungry, that''s all." And with that, the Cat-folk could only widen his eyes with astonishment once more upon witnessing the ominous preceding. He could only marvel at the Elven Mage draining some sort of blue magical energy right from the Bandit''s mouth, rendering the human''s flesh dry until eventually shattering into pixels. +20 Permanent Bonus to MANA!! ''A Mana Essence of a Human.'' Gray smiles in satisfaction as he savors the sweet, mouthwatering flavor of Arcane delicacy. ''Not bad, definitely tastes better than the Rabid Rabbits but significantly less so than the Were-Rabbit.'' As he relishes the tastiness of the succulent Arcane meal, he was interrupted by the Cat-folk who shares his view of the matter. "An Arcanist." The Cat-folk utter the word in a calm voice. "I''ve heard rumors of such Mages who sustain themselves with the Mana Essence of his victims. It appears that it is all true indeed." Gray turns to look at the Cat-folk, his eyes all wary, contemplating what he should do on the matter as it seems that the Warrior knows about his true class. Hopefully with none of them ending in bloodshed. 25 The Cat-folk Warrior As Gray locks his sights on the Cat-folk Warrior, he could not help but feel anxious, now grasping his staff tightly while assuming his own combat stance in preparation for whatever hostility that is to come at him. But instead what came next has unquestionably caught the Elf off guard. The Cat-folk Warrior, in contrast with his intimidating appearance, started laughing wholeheartedly. ''Huh?'' Gray tilted his head in genuine confusion. ''What''s gotten into him?'' "Hahahaha!!" The Cat-folk puts both hands on his hips as he stood proudly, his posture firm and unyielding like a tower. "No need to be so alarm, my friend. I won''t judge someone''s character that quickly just because of his Class. You have come for my help despite not having the obligations to do so." The Elf certainly felt at eased knowing that the Cat-folk is actually an individual of good character. As such, Gray''s demeanor also changes to match the friendly gesture being treated to him. "Hehe, well to be pretty honest..." Gray chuckled as he scratches the back of his head. "My actions also led me here due to my Hunger for some Mana Essence." "Yes." The Cat-folk nods in agreement with a cheerful smile. "But you also had the perfect opportunity of casting your magic at me when you had the advantage of the high ground earlier, feeding on me in the end, in which you deliberately did not. As such, you have earned my trust." "Wow." Gray was pleasantly surprised at how open-minded this guy is. "You have my thanks then." - Help the Cat-folk Warrior in defeating the Bandits [?] Quest Rewards Granted: 1,500 XP. LEVEL UP!! YOU RECEIVED 5 ATTRIBUTE POINTS!! YOU RECEIVED 1 ABILITY POINT!! Gray decided to ignore the system notifications for now since he does not want any interruptions in his conversation with the Cat-folk. "I should be the one saying that to you, friend." The Cat-folk bares his toothy grin. Then his eyes widen as he appears to realize something. "Kah, it seems that we overlooked on the proper etiquette of acquainting oneself. Allow me to go first." The Cat-folk removes one of his steel gauntlets, offering a handshake as he began his introductions. "The name''s Isamu, Isamu Meiyo. In case you are wondering, my Class is a Warrior, more specifically, a ." As the Cat-folk, Isamu finishes his introduction, the said details are now revealed on his status bar. Isamu Meiyo Level 14: Health: 1214 / 1975 Stamina: 724 / 893 Mana: 320 / 320 "Gray, Gray Allister." The Arcanist returned the kind gesture as he accepted Isamu''s handshake. ''A huh?'' Gray examined with interest at Isamu''s Class. ''The name is similar to the title that I earned in Oakwood but this one is obviously a Class. Since he used that shout skill earlier, perhaps his Class revolves around that kind of ability? Let''s not jump into conclusions yet. And also... too tight!!!'' Gray is now witnessed to be wincing in anguish at how ridiculously strong Isamu''s Beastly hand is, crushing the Elf''s delicate hand during their handshake. Seeing the progressively paling face of the Elf, Isamu realizes his own actions in embarrassment as he immediately released his hand from Gray. "Ahahaha, I do apologize, Gray." Isamu chuckled sheepishly at what he shamelessly did. "I tend to forget at controlling my own Strength in these kinds of situations, most particularly in the art of shaking hands, haha." "Please don''t do that again." Gray twitches his head in annoyance as he rubs his aching hand, mentally crying in complete agony. "I don''t have huge muscular hands unlike yourself." Isamu laughs heartily at his reaction. "Gray Allister." Isamu sounded a bit intrigued by his name. "Your name does not sound Elvish, is there a story behind it?" "A human parent." Gray, having recovered from the pain of his hand, instantly comes up with the lie that he prepares whenever someone asks him about his name. "I see." Isamu merely smiles in understanding at the Elf. "Anyways, the roads can be quite a danger, especially to lone travelers such as ourselves. Where are you headed by the way?" "Chadena," Gray responds, seeing no harm in telling the trustworthy Cat-folk Warrior at where he is going. "Chadena huh." Isamu smiles. "It appears that fortune has smiled upon us at this meeting. I happen to be a member of the Town''s Warrior''s Guild and will also head my way over there after I finish my own errand. You seem capable of handling yourself quite well. Perhaps you can help me first? ''Oh great, another Quest.'' Gray thought, having played too many games of the RPG genre to know where this is going. "That depends," Gray replied as he crosses his arms. "What is this request that you speak of?" Isamu began explaining his story to the Elf. "You see, after this battle, I came to a realization that working alone indeed has its dire limitations, especially when outnumbered. It would be convenient if I can have someone who I can trust watching my back, just for the sake of assurance in my part. I''ve taken up a quest from the Guild to find out about the Bandit Encampment''s location. All that is left now is confirming if what our dead friend said is true. It would be an honor if you''ll join me in my task. Don''t worry, I''ll make it worth your while and also escort you to Chadena after we are finished. After all, it would be beneficial for the two of us being together as we keep each other guarded during our journey to the Town." Gray rubs his chin in response, seeing the Cat-folk having a point in his statement. Basically, it would be a lot safer if he has someone with him on his side, especially in this fantasy realm where danger lurks unexpectedly around the corner. With a Warrior on his side, Gray''s life as a Mage would definitely be easier. As per logic and the norm in some RPG games, a Warrior, being a naturally tanky Class, can take the brunt of the damage while Gray casts his spells from a safe distance. "Does this quest of yours involve us confronting the Bandits themselves?" Gray asks for clarification in a cautious tone. "After all, it would be unwise if it''s only just the two of us against a band of Bandits that most presumably hold numbers even more overwhelming than our last encounter, especially if it''s in their base of operations." This world, despite its fantasy setting, also adheres to the common sense of reality to some extent. Meaning, Gray should not act rashly and consider his options carefully before making a decision. Careful planning and arrangement are a must before conducting a raid in such hostile areas. "No, nothing like that," Isamu assures the Elf. "Us charging in at their Encampment unprepared is undeniably a death sentence. We are to simply confirm the location. After that, we depart the area immediately and report our findings to the Warrior''s Guild before the Bandits find out about their missing comrades that we killed and have the chance of leaving their Encampment.'' [The Cat-folk Warrior Isamu, requests your aid in his quest of verifying the location of the Bandit''s Encampment.] - Accompany Isamu in his task. - None - 1200 XP, 700 Gold YES / NO Since the Quest does not involve Gray in a direct and suicidal confrontation against a band of Bandits, he agreed with Isamu''s request in the end as he clicks YES on the notification screen. Besides, The XP and gold rewards are a welcome addition to his arsenal. "If it''s just some scouting, I suppose I can help you." Gray nods in agreement with a shrug. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. "Excellent!!" Isamu replied as he beams brightly at Gray''s response. "Here, accept my invite." A system notification suddenly appeared in front of Gray as he read the contents of the text box. [Isamu Meiyo has invited you to his party!!] YES / NO ''So, this world also has a Party system.'' Gray thought as he clicks YES to join the party. Upon his action, another icon suddenly materializes as it joins on his UI. The icon shows the two humanoid heads close with one another. As Gray clicks the icon, he was shown the list of members that are in the party, each with their own status bar. Party Leader: #1: Isamu Meiyo Level 14: Health: 1416 / 1975 Stamina: 893 / 893 Mana: 320 / 320 Party Members: # 2: Gray Allister Level 14: Health: 815 / 815 Stamina: 790 / 790 Mana: 2253 / 2253 Note: Upon obtaining the consent of the Party Leader or Member, you may gain access to their particular UI by clicking on the name of the individual you wish to check. A Party only has a limit of four members, including the leader. ''Huh, neat.'' Gray marvels at how convenient the system is. ''With this feature, I may be able to check vital information about my new companion here.'' "We can share more stories along the road," Isamu said with a smirk while witnessing the enchanting sunset on the horizon. "Evening is going to befall this land in a while. As such, we best should cover more ground before finding a safe spot for us to make camp." After everything was settled, the pair of Warrior and Mage looted the items from the dead Bandits in the vicinity. They also buried the crystal corpses to not arouse suspicions and alarm from other Bandits. In their recent actions, Gray also learns from Isamu that the crystals linger for about a month, before finally disappearing forever. With that said and done, the two proceeded to make their way into their designated location, continuing their chat as they head to the direction of the ever-glorious sunset. 26 Party Camp Nighttime falls upon the land and we find Gray and Isamu sitting near a bonfire as they currently make camp somewhere in a safe clearing. Now out of his armor in favor of comfort, Isamu is seen to be dressed in a blue shirt with long pants and brown boots. "Kah, now this is the life." Isamu initiates the conversation as a solemn smile is shown on his face. "The pleasant breeze of the night, the warm feeling of the fire, and the beautiful stars above that grace over this majestic land. This is the life, partner!!" "I agree." Gray nods in understanding with the Cat-folk. "It sure is a pleasant change after the incident with the Bandits a while ago." "Haha, you read my mind, my Elven friend!!" Isamu chuckles as he stretches his muscular arms. Gray returns the gesture with a friendly smile of his own. As they bask themselves on the solace of darkness, the Elf took this ideal opportunity to recollect on the important things that have transpired during the skirmish with the Bandits. Having leveled up, Gray spends his Attribute points just like how he usually does. While Gray cast his spells against the Bandits a while ago, he remembers a notification subtly appearing stating that his skills that he has used in the said battle have leveled up upon constant practice. Checking his Active skills, indeed they have reached the next level. (Active) (Lvl 2, 1.4%) (Active) (Lvl 2, 0.9%) (Active) (Lvl 2, 1.6%) The rest of his skills are still at Lvl 1 though since he did not get the chance to use it in the last battle. But all of them are at around 95% of skill XP, so it will only be a matter of time. Speaking of which, an idea suddenly pops into Gray''s mind as he stood up and decided to test something out. "What are you doing?" Isamu questions the Elf on what he is up to. The Cat-folk''s eyes instantly widen at witnessing Gray suddenly using , leaving a trail of wind behind. Upon arriving on his spot, Gray immediately checks his SKILL again. Witnessing Blink''s Skill XP raising a bit, Gray was definitely overjoyed by this prospect. "Hehe." Gray''s eyes gleamed in excitement. "Level exploit, here I come." "Hahaha!!" The Elf heard Isamu laughing behind at his predicament as the latter stood up. "I know what you are thinking about, Gray, but I''m afraid you''ll be in for a world of disappointment." "What do you mean?" Gray tilts his head in genuine confusion. Isamu smiles as he begins explaining how exactly the Skill levels work in Silverhart. "You may be correct about Skills leveling at repetitive use but there are limitations though." "Limitations?" Gray frowns at this. "You see." Isamu continues his statement. "Skill levels are also in line with our own Player levels. At Player levels 10 to 20, Skill levels are capped at level 2 in 100% XP. Once having reached that point, there''s no going past that unless progressing your Player level beyond what I have mentioned. To make things short:" Player Level: 10 to 20 ¨C Skill Level: 1 to 2 Player Level: 20 to 30 ¨C Skill Level: 3 to 4 Player Level: 30 to 40 ¨C Skill Level: 3 to 4 Player Level: 40 to 50 ¨C Skill Level: 4 to 5 "Tsk, what a bummer." Gray clicks his tongue in absolute annoyance as he quietly muttered under his breath. "There goes my plan of Skyrim leveling." "Wait." Gray suddenly added as he could not help but asks about the information provided to him. "Based on your explanation, is 50 the maximum Player level? While Skill Level at 5?" "Only Skill Levels." Isamu clarifies. "It is speculated that Player Levels don''t have a limit. The highest that a mortal has ever achieved currently is around a hundred while the more powerful creatures of this land are said to go even beyond that." Gray nods in appreciation, being grateful at Isamu for explaining that particular game mechanic to him. Indeed, such information is truly valuable in his progressive path to power. Anyways, Gray opted to shift the nature of the conversation, involving him checking out Isamu''s UI. After all, the Elf is intrigued by the Cat-folk''s Class and the Skills that associate with it. "You wish to check my UI?" Isamu crosses his arms as he agrees. "Very well, and I''m interested in yours as well. Do you also want me to access your INVENTORY?" Gray ponders this for a moment. If he agrees with Isamu, then his items, most especially the ones that are Godly in nature, the and will be revealed to the Cat-folk. And the Elf is not exactly comfortable in revealing such valuable items yet, especially to a guy that he just met a few hours ago, even when Isamu seems trustworthy in Gray''s eyes. "I appreciate if my belongings remain unseen for the time being," Gray spoke seriously. "After all, it''s common courtesy to respect someone''s privacy." SPEECH CHECK: 29 SPEECH REQUIREMENTS: 11 YOU RECEIVED 5 XP "Heh, you got a point." Isamu completely agrees with the Elf. "I would also feel uncomfortable if someone other than myself pries into my own belongings. Wouldn''t want them seeing my stack of mead and beer and getting any funny ideas, right? Hahaha!!" ''Glad that was a bullet I was able to dodge.'' Gray thought with utter relief as he laughed as well. After both of them agreed in the exchange of UI information and sitting down near the bonfire, Gray starts reading about Isamu''s attributes, class, and his skills. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. NAME: Isamu Meiyo LEVEL: 14 CLASS: ATTRIBUTES: Strength: 35 Dexterity: 24 Endurance: 32 Willpower: 17 Speech: 18 Luck: 9 Morality: Neutral Good Class Details: - The Champion is a seasoned Warrior and brave leader on the battlefield. They possess the skills and arms imposing enough to motivate allies as well as intimidating and demoralizing their enemies. These are the valiant individuals that you find commanding an army or a group, charging ahead fearlessly and leading the charge. Skills: (Active) (Lvl 2, 67%) - The Champion delivers a mighty blow, dealing 405 damage to a single enemy target. Stamina Cost: 210. CD: 5 seconds. (Active) (Lvl 2, 35%) ¨C The Champion plunges headlong in the heart of battle, knocking the enemy into the ground if they fail a Strength Check. With such brave action, allies are in awe of such feat, recovering their Stamina for 200 points. Stamina Cost: 190. CD: 8 seconds. (Passive) - A Champion is a welcoming presence, rallying allies under his banner. As a true gallant Warrior, you inspire allies to fight bravely to their utmost best, granting 20% extra Stamina and Mana Regeneration, and 15% more armor to Party members and yourself whenever you are around. Discipline: Quote: "Battles are won by competent and disciplined soldiers; Wars are won by talented and remarkable leaders." - General Tamwall Ercnard, Battle of Whitemoor Valley (Eventually renamed to Tamwall Valley), 12th Day of Evening''s Dusk, 234. The Champion is a true and collected leader in the flames of conflict, hardening oneself with the resolve of unyielding fortitude. He is the light of hope, a beacon that provides encouragement to his brother or sister at arms. A steadfast Warrior of brilliance and integrity, the Champion is no doubt a hero that everyone truly needs in these dark times. Discipline Traits: - Ally Buffs lasts 30% longer. - Total Stamina is increased by 15%. - When Health falls below 15%, reduce all sources of damage taken by 30% for 20 seconds. Party members gain this ability as well, however, damage reduction is only at 20%. Only activates once per day. Tier 1: (Level 10) (Active) (Lvl 2, 2.4%) ¨C The Champion assumes an erupting shout. Damage output is increased by 10% for Allies and decreased by 10% for Enemies. It lasts for 35 seconds. (Active) (Lvl 1, 98.5%) ¨C The Champion provokes a group of enemies, lowering their defense by 15%. Enemies who fail a Willpower Check will also be taunted to attack the Champion. Lasts 14 seconds. (Passive) ¨C The Champion fights with discipline, maximizing his every movement. Reduces Stamina costs of Basic Attacks and Skills by 20%. "I''m impressed." Gray nods in deep awe at how powerful and useful the class is, especially the benefits that involve the allies. "I''m so glad you are on my side. Your shouts and buffs are truly a welcome addition to any party." "Hehe, right?" Isamu smirks proudly. "Yours is not so bad either. With such wicked skillset in your arsenal, you are indeed someone that I want guarding my back. Not to mention that Hunger ability of yours, it''s certainly powerful." Gray merely smirks in appreciation at the compliment. "A Champion," Gray then utters the class. Then his curiosity got piqued as he asks. "Why did you choose that one? With you being a Cat-folk, I''m sure a Rogue Class might suit you better." "It''s a long story," Isamu says with a smile. "I''ll tell you the short version of my grand tale hehe." With the night being young, the pair continued their discussion in the comforting heat of the bonfire, wallowing in the exalted twilight that Silverhart is known for. 27 Encampmen Isamu begins telling Gray of the short version of the story of how he became a Champion. "Now where shall I start?" Isamu assumes a contemplating look, pondering on how he is going to initiate his story. "During my youth, I was taken in by the Warrior''s Guild as they trained me in the finer combat arts and techniques but I was not exactly a member yet, merely a trainee, a Runt as what they call it. It was only a year ago when I officially become a member of the Guild, the same day when I reached level 10, the moment where I get to unveil the path that I''m going to take as I start my journey to greatness, hehe. Anyways, my colleagues in the guild suggest that I should take a Rogue Class, fitting for my Race and high Dexterity. Of course, I disregarded their advice, for all my life, I''ve been waiting for this very moment, and I know exactly in the bottom of my heart at what Class I''m going to choose, the Class that I truly want." "The , right?" Gray states with a smile. "Hehe, yes." Isamu nods with complete enthusiasm. "Going back when I was a Runt, our superiors would sometimes demonstrate their combat prowess as a valuable lesson to the whole guild by sparring in the training hall. Of course, the Guild Master, a Class Warrior like me, also joins in the fight. Sometimes, spars are made into team fights, a 4 versus 4 battle. During one fight, I was deeply in awe by the Guild Master''s display of combat prowess, inspiring allies and demoralizing foes at the same time. As I witness his brilliant execution of movements and skills, I knew at that very day that I want to be someone like him, someone who can lead as well as strike fear into the heart of his enemies. Thus, beginning my path as a ." As Isamu finally finishes his tale, Gray merely smiles at the Cat-folk and appreciates for being open with him. "It''s a nice story." Gray compliments Isamu. "You must really admire the Guild Master huh." "Yes." Isamu agrees with the Elf''s statement. "I always wanted to go on an adventure, carving a legacy of my own as the people will remember me for my deeds." "With that attitude?" Gray grins. "I''m sure you will." "I appreciate it." Isamu gave a grateful look. "I thank you, my friend." As Isamu''s side of the story has finally concluded, both of them notice that it is getting pretty late. As such, they decided that it would be best to get a good night''s sleep to replenish themselves in preparation for tomorrow''s task. *** Dawn befalls the land as the beauty of the sunrise greeted the pair first thing in the morning. Opening their eyes, they were also notified by the System of granting them the Buff. For their breakfast, Gray procures 2 pieces of Rabbit Meat from his Inventory and roasted the meat on the fire. After cooking, Gray''s eyes widen as a system notification materializes once more. ITEM RECEIVED: X2 - A simple cooked meal from a Rabbit''s flesh. Increases Stamina by 20 points for 4 hours. PROFESSION UNLOCK: (Lvl 1, 1.84%) - The art of preparing food for consumption. Throughout Silverhart, there are ingredients to be collected and different dishes to be tasted. Do you have what it takes to be a culinary legend that will shake the very foundations of the Gourmet world? Note: Professions have a max level of 10, Unlike Skills, there are no level limitations strictly impose. Each level has its perks and restrictions on them. However, to progress a level, you must successfully create a specific item related to the Profession that will be assigned by the System. ''Ehehe, so even Cooking in this game has a System of its own?'' Gray sweatdrops, chuckling sheepishly. ''I guess I better be on the lookout for ingredients too. It wouldn''t hurt to improve such useful skill.'' As the pair finished eating the Roasted Rabbit Meat, they secured the campsite and proceeded to make their way to the location of the Bandit Encampment. After about 6 hours of trekking the valley, the pair halted as they finally arrived at a forest which is also a spot nearby the marker that was provided by the Bandit. The surrounding vicinity indeed is filled with trees, a perfect place if one wishes to have their hideout situated around these parts. "It appears we are near the Encampment," Isamu says in a low voice. "Even if I don''t detect Bandits nearby with my scent, we should still tread lightly." Gray nods in understanding, remembering that the Cat-folk also has the racial ability of , granting them the skill of detecting nearby friends or enemies. Both of them now felt alarmed and are on the lookout all over their surroundings. With quiet footsteps, they didn''t encounter anything out of the ordinary so far, proceeding ahead with utmost caution towards the direction of the marker as they navigate themselves into the forest. In a short while, Isamu stops on his tracks as he promptly raises his hand for Gray to do the same. "The scent is getting stronger here. "Isamu warns the Elf with a grim look as he points to where it is. "This way." Gray complies as he follows the Cat-folk warily. Their efforts led them outside of the forest as they hid in the bushes. Both of them witness a large clearing with a huge campsite at the center. Upon taking a closer observation from their hiding spot, the actual camp inside is barred from their sights as it is surrounded by tall wooden walls circularly. "Heh, it seems that our dead Bandit friend spoke the truth," Isamu smirks in triumphant, seeing two Bandits guarding the entrance of the Encampment. "Yes." Gray nods in acknowledgment. "All that is left is to report this to the Warrior''s Guild." "You''ve got that right," Isamu replied in agreement as he faces the Elf. But then, his cat ears twitch as Isamu''s expression slowly turns serious and begun focusing on the two Bandits who are talking with one another. Gray wonders what his Cat-folk partner is up to but decided to remain quiet for the time being. Thanks to the inherent sharp hearing senses of the Cat-folk race, Isamu was able to discern what the two Bandits'' conversation is despite being from a significant distance from them, unlike Gray who could only hear bits of words and chuckles. "Hehe, so what the boss said is true right?" One of the Bandits asks his fellow guard. "Yes." His companion nodded with a mischievous grin. "We are to leave first thing tomorrow morning and attack that small village to the south. What''s the village''s name again?" "Oakwood." The Bandit answered as he groans in annoyance. "Ah, no rest for us then? Such a fucking bother!!" "Boss is going to bash your skull with his Warhammer if he hears you complaining like a pussy you know." The other Bandit crosses his arms in annoyance. What the Cat-folk heard is no good certainly, evident by his increasingly angered look, trying his hardest to prevent the rage from boiling within but fails as each second passes by. "What''s wrong, Isamu?" Gray asks him with concern as he followed Isamu standing up and retreating behind far away inside the forest for them to talk. Now at a safe spot away from the Encampment, Isamu punches a nearby tree in unadulterated fury, causing a visible crack on the trunk. "Those wretched bastards!!" Isamu gritted his sharp fangs and clenches his fist. "If what I heard from those Bandits are true, then they plan to leave the next day and attack the village of Oakwood." "What?!" Gray''s eyes widen in astonishment. "The next night you say?! Chadena is a long distance away from here and the moment we finish our reporting to the Guild, Oakwood is already done for!!" "Kah!! don''t you think I know that?!" Isamu retaliates with a hiss. "But what can we possibly do? Like you said yesterday, it''s just us two against all of them. We just can''t barge right in and convince them to stop their invasion." "Convince," Gray utters the word as he rubs his chin, trying to calm himself down as an idea, no matter how crazy it is, suddenly enters his mind. ''I''m not sure if this is going to work.'' Gray thought with a grave look. ''I sure sincerely hope that my years of playing RPG is going to come handy in this troublesome situation.'' Oakwood Village is the very first settlement that he visited in his time here in Silverhart. The villagers are also good and simple people who rely on the bounties of honest agriculture for a living. A determined look graces his face as he remembers the gracious hospitality that the Mills Family has provided for him, the playful expressions of the children as they played tag together in the village square, the welcoming Village Head who is nothing but kind, and of course, the villagers as they all greet him with absolute joy and gratitude whenever he passes by. And no way in hell is he going to abandon them. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. [+15 GOOD] 28 Banditry The moment Gray receives his additional points of Morality as stated by the System Notification, another also pops out as a result. [Due to your morally righteous deeds and intentions, you are now Neutral Good.] Gray''s eyes widen, seeing his morality shifted on the positive side. He then opens his CHARACTER option to check how many Morality points he exactly has. (+) ------- (+36) ---------- (-) (+) --------- (-6) --------- (-) Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. Morality: Note: Your Morality will change when it reaches 30. Upon verifying the information presented to him, Gray nods in understanding, seeing how he has more than 30 Good points, thus explaining the significant change. Gray dismissed the UI shortly after as there are still more pressing matters to attend to. Like stopping Bandits from invading Oakwood. With a deep breath to compose himself once more, Gray looks at Isamu with a solemn look as he began explaining his plan to the Cat-folk. After Gray was finished with the explanation, Isamu could only stare in utter disbelief at the Elf, like he has grown a second head. "Are you out of your mind?!!" The Cat-folk Champion retaliated with concern and disagreement. "That plan of yours poses many risks!! I refuse to see a good man dying this day." "And I refuse to see good villagers dying on my watch." Gray answers with a serious expression, his resolve unyielding at the issue. "Look, we wouldn''t even know until we try. Besides, if all else fails, then I''m quite confident of my escaping abilities. You saw that in my UI last night, right?" Isamu nods at Gray''s questions, remembering seeing the Elf''s two particular maneuvering skills during their time at the camp, the Arcanist''s skill and the other one that was gained from feeding the Were-Rabbit''s Mana Essence, . "Y-you''re serious, aren''t you?" Isamu blinks in confirmation at seeing Gray''s unwavering look. "By the Gods, you really are serious." As Isamu ponders this further with a stern look, Gray merely pats the Cat-folk''s shoulders with an assuring smile on his face. "Just trust me on this, please." SPEECH CHECK: 29 SPEECH REQUIREMENTS: 27 YOU RECEIVED 150 XP "Kah!! Fine!!" Despite his hesitation, Isamu agrees in the end as he clutches the fur on his head. "The Guild might not be happy about this, but if that''s what it takes to save the people, then so be it." "Thank you, Isamu," Gray said with appreciation. "Heh, I''m not so much of a Champion if I don''t even attempt to save the people in need, right?" Isamu answers, demeanor changing with a glee. As both of them finally agree with executing the plan, Isamu questions Gray as he cracks his fists. After all, it is a crucial part of their scheme. "So, you want me to attack you until your health is low enough, right?" "Y-yeah." Truthfully told, Gray is trembling nervously, seeing how muscular the Cat-folk''s arms. "Go easy on me, please." "I''ll try." Isamu chuckled playfully as the beating commenced. *** Meanwhile, at the entrance of the Bandit Encampment, the pair of Bandit guards are seen to be leisurely chatting with one another, not even taking their lookout duties seriously as shown by their carefree expressions. "Ah, that wench that we kidnap a month ago sure had a fine ass, haha!!" One of the guards laughed perversely as the other nodded in agreement with the same expression. "Hehe, you got that right. At first, she was all like, ''Oh, please stop'' to ''Ah!! Ah!!'', moaning like the pathetic whore as we ravage her over and over again." His partner answered, imitating the said expressions mockingly. As they are about to continue their debased talk, both of the guards suddenly notice someone heading into their direction. Looking closer, it was a man dressed like the both of them, clad in the usual fur armor with a headgear of the same material covering most of his head, including the sides. The lower portion of his face is obscured with a bandana as well. Overall, they simply paid no particular mind on the man, thinking that he was just one of their fellow outlaws scouting outside the premise of the Encampment or maybe someone coming back from ambushing unfortunate travelers in the road for their gold. But upon closer inspection, the two Bandits widen their eyes with utmost surprise at seeing the state of the newcomer. "What in the 7 Hellas happened to you, mate?!!" Indeed, their reactions are justified as they saw the man wounded, with blood, bruises, and cuts all over his body. "W-warriors from the Guild in Chadena cornered us nearby the outskirts of the forest." The injured ''Bandit'' answers as he struggles to maintain standing up due to the pain. "All of them are Level 23. We were vastly outnumbered, 15 to 4. The others were not able to survive the battle and I was lucky enough to escape before they were able to finish me off." SPEECH CHECK: 29 SPEECH REQUIREMENTS: 24 YOU RECEIVED 100 XP "W-what!?" One of the Bandit guards was shocked as both of them had their mouth agape by his statement. "And you said that they are nearby? Fuck, the Boss must know about this!!" "Uh, you should probably tend to your injuries first." The other guard spoke to the man with concern. "Come on in." The Bandit guards then led their injured comrade inside the Encampment, comprising of 9 canopy tents, 4 at each side with a bigger one located at the front, most likely where the Bandit Boss resides. "Head to the supply camp over there and get some Health potion from old man Jimmy to fix yourself up, mate. You look like a horrifying mess." The Bandit tells the man as he pointed at a tent nearby. The man simply nods in appreciation as he did so. Inside the supply tent, he was greeted by the Bandit Quartermaster who upon seeing him could not help but be astonished by the man''s bloody appearance. Bandit Quartermaster Lvl 11 Health: 924 / 924 Stamina: 492 / 492 Mana: 290 / 290 "Do yourself a goddamn favor and drink this health potion." The old Bandit, presumably Jimmy who was mentioned earlier, said with disgust as he handed the said concoction. "And what the hell happened to you, lad?" The man told him the same thing he said to the Bandit guards earlier, garnering the same reaction from the Quartermaster. The man turns behind as he pulls his bandana down a bit to chug down the potion for his injuries to be cured. Now feeling rejuvenated, the man walks out of the tent with a smile gracing behind his bandana as the first phase of the plan is a success. ''Thank goodness that I was able to pass the Speech Check.'' The man thought with utter relief as his eyes wander all over the Encampment. ''The inside my is truly a miraculous wonder. Godly items sure are amazing.'' Now being inside of the Bandit Encampment, Gray Allister, disguised as a Bandit, begins the next phase of the plan inside, hoping that everything will go smoothly according to order. In his endeavors, he was able to unlock a new skill the moment he donned the Fur Armor set earlier ago when he was together with Isamu. SKILL UNLOCKED: 29 A lesser Evil - The act of assuming another individual''s identity for the purpose of entertainment or infiltration. Whenever you equip certain equipment, you have the option of altering the display of your status bar for others to see, granting an effective disguise unless exposed directly or indirectly. Higher Speech grants additional benefits to be unlocked. Note: Alteration is only limited to lowering Level, Health, Stamina, and Mana for now. Once exposed, your true status bar will be automatically be revealed for all to see. (i.e. Unveiling skills that are out of place, etc.) Gray smirks in exhilaration as he remembers the description of the new skill that he acquired, useful indeed in the troublesome situation that he currently finds himself at. Checking his status bar, Gray mentally nods in approval as this is the one that is presently being shown to the other Bandits in his vicinity, thus not putting him out of place among the group. It is also one of the factors that allow him to enter the Encampment without suspicion in the first place. Bandit Lvl 12 Health: 815 / 815 Stamina: 642 / 642 Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. Mana: 431 / 431 The Bandit in disguise opted to investigate the area, walking around the Encampment calmly like he is part of the unorderly system. Of course, Gray must be extra vigilant now that he is inside an area filled with Bandits around the corner and is at risk of exposure. Meaning, he should operate his actions minimally, only doing what is necessarily required. Speaking of the outlaws themselves, their numbers unmistakably are overwhelming as Gray initially suspected. The first thing that the Elf did is to count how many Bandits are garrisoned here in this Encampment. In his efforts, he was able to find out that the Bandits'' total strength is at 29, all scattered around the place as they seemed to be utterly distressed, scattering around chaotically. It appears that rumors spread rather fast as they all bought out the convincing lie about him being injured by a band of Warrior''s Guild members who are supposed to be nearby. "Have you heard? One of our mates came here severely wounded, barely escaping from the Warrior''s Guild who happens to be near the forest!!" "What in the blazes?! Truly?!" "Yeah, I also heard Old man Jimmy mentioning it to others as well since he was the one who personally had a chat with the injured man himself!!" "Wait, those self-righteous bastards from the Guild are nearby?!!" "And they''re all Level 23 from what I heard!!" "Divines curse us!! We''re all doomed!!" Gray merely chuckled mentally with absolute delight at their various nervous expressions, finding their fear and panic absolute music to his elven ears. [+2 CHAOS] ''Hehe, so this is the power of Speech.'' Gray could not resist himself at smiling in an intrigued manner at the chaos slowly befalling unto the whole Encampment that resulted from his lie. ''With such Overpowered attribute in my very fingertips, I truly am excited at how far will this power bring me in my conquest here in Silverhart.'' He also took notice of the Bandits'' status bar, them averaging at Levels 12 to 13 with stats that are mostly similar to his fake persona. In his observations as well, Gray shook his head in disappointment at the lack of racial diversity that this group of violent people possesses, all of them being humans. Fortunately, his has covered most of his head, including his pointy elven ears, thus allowing himself to blend in properly among the outlaw crowd. In the topic of his current equipment, the set of Fur Armor that he wears actually came conveniently from the Bandits that he and Isamu have killed two days ago. As the Bandits'' nervous chatters fully engulfed the entirety of the Encampment, a giant muscular man emerges himself out of the large tent at the front, his expression clearly annoyed at the preceding that ensues from the newest issue. "CAN YOU ALL FILTHY MAGGOTS JUST SHUT YOUR FUCKING MOUTH UP!!!" The giant man burst his booming voice loudly for all the Bandits to hear. Indeed, they were silenced by the mere intimidating presence of the man right in front of them. At the man''s arrival, Gray wonders with interest at the giant man capable of giving orders to the Bandits. Bandit Boss Lvl 15 Health: 2083 / 2083 Stamina: 912 / 912 Mana: 200 / 200 ''So that''s the big boss himself huh.'' Gray thought with a frown, especially at seeing how particularly powerful his status bar is among the usual Bandits. ''No wonder everyone around here cowers like terrified chickens the instant he entered the scene. It seems that engaging him directly in combat is freaking a big NO. At least not alone.'' Taking a closer look at the Bandit Boss, the man is also witnessed to be equipped with a sleeveless plate armor that accentuates his muscular arms, with leggings and boots of the same material. His gauntlets have front steel coverings that protect the back of his hand. The Bandit Boss appears to have calmed down a bit as he properly addresses his men. "Look you stink wads if you are going to be babbling that loudly, then you asses might as well be giving those Guild Warriors our location." ''Heh, look who''s talking.'' Gray comments in his mind with an unimpressed look. ''You''re the loudest one of them all for shouting earlier.'' The Bandits didn''t even dare to defy their boss out of fear as they opted to remain silent and agreed with him. Gray took note of this information. It would seem that these Bandits are ruled by fear and force. "Now, what to do?" The Bandit Boss stroke his chin in ponder. "Fighting against a bunch of Level 23 is definitely a suicide. I for one refuse to die by the hands of those stuck-up Guild bastards who have been making a fortune by slaughtering us Bandits like pigs. Alright, who''s the fucker who manages to escape from the pricks?" "I am, boss." Gray immediately raised his hand calmly as the Bandits turn all their utmost attention to him. "Hmm." The Bandit Boss straightaway set his gaze on the disguised Bandit. "Where were they exactly when you encountered them?" "Somewhere in the outskirts of the forest, south from here," Gray answered as he confirms the Bandits'' fears. Then he continues his statement, grinning mentally as he adds more fire in the chaos that is unfolding at this very moment. "I also overheard one of them asking for the location of our Encampment before finishing one of our mates." SPEECH CHECK: 29 SPEECH REQUIREMENTS: 23 YOU RECEIVED 85 XP Indeed, Gray''s last remark instigate another series of dread expression from the Bandits, causing all of them to look at each other in deep turmoil. "Tsk, typical Bandit hunters." The Bandit Boss gritted his teeth in frustration. "It appears that we have no other choice." The Bandit Boss then made his announcement. "Our plundering of the small village in the south would have to be forfeited. Men!! Pack only what''s needed, we''re getting out of here and head somewhere north!!" "But what about the others who are still outside?" One Bandit questions him. "Leave them." The Boss simply answers without a shred of care. "We don''t have time to waste our resources for those fools." "Y-yes, Boss!!" The Bandits all agreed with slight hesitation as the Boss quickly dismiss them to commence the departure. As they all prepared themselves in leaving the Encampment, Gray nods to himself in triumph seeing that the crisis has finally averted. Oakwood is finally safe from the wretched clutches of these outlaws. After a short while and with every Bandit occupied, the Elf leaves the Encampment in discrete, his purpose being fulfilled. Sure, he was disappointed in letting a group of brigands go in freedom, them to just cause crime and mayhem in other places. But in his current state of power, he can''t exactly do much. His priority is saving the village, not killing them. A lesser Evil if one could see in the Elf''s perspective. So he had to intervene directly before it''s too late. In conclusion, he only does what he thinks is most beneficial at this very moment, utilizing the best of his capabilities to prevent a disaster in Oakwood from occurring. Realistically, he can''t exactly be the noble hero with favorable outcomes at all times. But that won''t always be the case. Once he becomes powerful in the future, all hell''s wrath shall be loose upon anyone who preys on good people with their vile self-interest. That''s a promise of a lifetime. Meanwhile, in a tree nearby, a brown sparrow is revealed to be observing the preceding from the branches, its eyes filled with utmost interest. 30 A Godly return "You, you actually did it." Isamu could only stare at Gray in deep awe as the latter rejoined him in their same hiding spot after the events that happened in the Encampment a while ago. "When I saw the Bandits leaving the Encampment, I could not believe my eyes." The Cat-folk said as he saw Gray switching his equipment to the lunar robes that the Elf usually wears. "I''m just glad that I was able to pull it off," Gray responded, sighing in utmost relief. "With those Bandits gone, Oakwood is now safe from their terror." "Safe indeed." Isamu wholeheartedly nods with the highest regard. "I may have technically failed my mission from the Guild, but this is definitely a better outcome. The people''s lives are far more important than some fancy Quest rewards. I''m sure that the people in the guild will see reason." "I''m glad you see it that way." Gray grins at him in appreciation. Then his demeanor changes to a frown as he added. "I just hope that letting them go is not a mistake on my part. My only regret is not having the power to kill those bastards at where they stand." "Heh, even so, you did what you have to do. For that, you''re still a Hero in my book." Isamu pats the Elf''s back in assurance, causing Gray to smile once more with gratitude. "Oh, and before I forget," Isamu added as he reached out something from his Inventory. "I did tell you that I''ll make it worth your while when you decided to accompany me in my Quest. Here, for your troubles." "Are you sure?" Gray reacted as he saw a pouch filled with gold being handed to him. "You did fail your Quest." "Nonsense!!" Isamu merely answers the Elf with glee. "An agreement is an agreement. Take my gold, it''s the least I can do for such selfless actions." - Accompany Isamu in his task. Quest Rewards granted: 1200 XP, 700 Gold "Very well." Gray does not want to insult the Cat-folk''s way of expressing his gratitude to him, thus accepting the reward. "Heh, it''s getting pretty late," Isamu comments, seeing that the skies are getting darker by the second. "Let''s get out of here while we still can." "Good point." Gray agrees as they started to leave the scene. The pair of Warrior and Mage now set their intentions of making their way to the northwest, where the town of Chadena is located. After a few hours, they manage to find a safe spot for them to prepare a camp somewhere along the road, now that they are out of the forest. As the bonfire warm their skin from the cold breeze of the night, the two turned themselves in for a good night''s sleep, hoping for the dawn of a better tomorrow. *** Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. "Open your eyes, my child." While in the solace of peaceful slumber, a familiar angelic female voice made its presence known to Gray as her divinity reveals itself to the Elf''s perception. "W-what?" Disoriented by having just woke up, Gray rubs his eyes annoyingly to clear his blurry vision. As the Elf recovers his sights, he was definitely in for a world of surprise at finding himself in a familiar garden once more, owned by a certain Nature Goddess he met during his time at the Chantry in Oakwood. "What in Sylvia''s freaking name?" Gray tilted his head in confusion at why he is here in this place once more. "Am I dreaming?" "In a manner of speaking." Gray was slightly taken aback at hearing the familiar voice coming from behind. Turning around, indeed it was no other than the Goddess of Nature and Wind, Wynather smiling with intrigue at the Elf. Basking on her holy presence, Gray instantly unequips his , remembering her clear disdain of the outfit that''s influenced by the Evil God Fenrir. With his actions, the was revealed in its majestic glory, much to Wynather''s approval. "I see that you have adhered to my blessed teachings during our first meeting." Wynather smiled with complete approval at the Elf, most especially at seeing him wearing her Divine Artifact. "Well done." Gray could only chuckle sheepishly in response to the compliment given to him. "So, why am I here again?" Gray asks with genuine curiosity at why he was summoned in this place. "Your noteworthy actions in the mortal plane have not gone unnoticed in my own two eyes," Wynather spoke with a dignified tone. "Although you have utilized deception and trickery in fulfilling your goals, I suppose such undesirable methods to an extent can be forgiven as long as you don''t lose your way in the pursuit of goodness. You have my thanks for saving Oakwood yet again." "I only did what I feel is naturally right," Gray answered with unyielding conviction. "I only worry that by letting those Bandits go, they might just spread conflict and transgression to wherever their path greets them." The Goddess merely smiles at his statement. "Every action that we partake has its own repercussions," Wynather stated with wisdom in her every word. "We are granted the freedom of choosing our own actions, but we can never be set loose by the binding shackles of the consequences that accompany them. With my subtle guidance, the cycle of cruelty and violence shall near its very end as nature''s fury would eventually come for the ones who dare defile my splendid creations." Gray was a little bit confused by her speech. "So, what you''re saying is that the Bandits will eventually get what they deserve?" The Elf questions her in clarification. "Of course," Wynather assures him with absolute confidence as fit to her Godly status. "Perhaps even sooner than you might expect." "I see," Gray replied as he definitely felt relieved upon knowing that those Bandit bastards will suffer for what they are about to do. "Thank you, Lady Wynather." "It''s my pleasure, Champion." The Goddess addressed him happily with his bestowed title. "Now that''s everything said and done, I suppose that concludes my business with you. Do continue to impress, my child." Gray simply gave a nod as Wynather bids her farewell. With a snap of the Goddess'' finger, the Elf was sent away as he disappeared from her realm, returning him to the mortal plane. "Fufufu." Wynather chuckles as she rubs her chin in total excitement by her Champion. "Choosing him is definitely the right choice. I wonder what more exciting things will he show to me and my fellow Divines." The Goddess of Nature and Wind could only hold nothing but high expectations for someone interesting like him. 31 Wrath of an old man Few hours have passed after the situation at the Encampment, the evening makes its presence known throughout the entire province in its natural passage of time. Up in the night sky is a certain brown sparrow flying, locking its sights below on a particular Bandit group who are seen to be making their temporary camp in a significant distance off-road after finally getting out of the forest. They are the same band of mischiefs who have been driven away from their Encampment in the forest due to the actions of one of their mates, who unknown to all of them is actually an Elven Mage who is in disguise. The Bandits are witnessed to be resting in an open area in their camp, but all of them are currently on high alert though, on the lookout for a possible ambush from the Warrior''s Guild as evident by their distressed expressions. Of course, what they don''t know is that it was all a ruse meant to deceive them, a lie fabricated by an Elf to keep their filthy criminal influence away from the village that they intend to loot and plunder for selfish purposes. Around the corner of the camp, the Bandit Boss is seen to be sitting on a log all by himself, gritting his teeth with vexation as he''s irritated by their current situation. ''Those damn sons of bitches from the Guild!!'' The Boss mentally screamed with rage. ''If it wasn''t for them, then we would have left first thing in the morning and push through with our plans of raiding that farm village.'' As the Bandits are occupied in guarding the camp, one of them saw someone seemingly approaching the camp from a small distance. "Who goes there?!!" Sheathing their respective weapons, the Bandits prepare themselves for whoever is brave or foolish enough to approach them, hoping that it is not the Warrior''s Guild as they feared. As the figure finally made its presence known to the whole camp, the Bandits could only sigh in utter relief at seeing the one who approaches them. It was just, in fact, a frail old man wearing brown hooded robes with a wooden staff that he uses as a support in his struggle of maintaining to stand properly. "Hello there, young ones." The old man greeted them kindly in a weak voice, his face obscured by the hood of his robes. "I''m just a poor old pilgrim traveling to all other places. Would you be so kind as to spare me at least a small portion of your food? I''m hungry and haven''t eaten for days." Old Man Lvl 4 Health: 211 / 211 Stamina: 90 / 90 Mana: 30 / 30 The Bandits simply stared at the old man and then turn to look at each other. After a few seconds, they all started laughing mockingly at seeing how feeble the man is right in front of them. "Haha, maybe." One of the bandits approaches him arrogantly. "What''s in it for us all?" "Yeah." Another from the group spoke from the sidelines. "Why would we be fucking wasting our precious food for someone old and pathetic like you?" "What''s this then?" The Bandits all heard a booming voice as they saw their Boss joining the scene. The former then gave way as the latter approaches the old man with his menacing huge figure. "Look, Boss!!" A Bandit spoke with a tone of ridicule. "This fossil has the audacity of asking us for some food." "Is that so?" The Boss answered with villainous intrigue as he stares the old man down. Then he assumes a smirk as he said. "Alright old man, I''ll give you something to eat." Without any warning, the Bandit Boss punches him to the face, sending the old man stumbling harshly with his back on the ground. "There, the ground is not so bad, is it? You can feast on the soil as you wallow on it like the pitiful weakling you are, hahaha!!!" The Bandit Boss laughs mockingly as the rest of his men joined in with the sick entertainment. As the camp erupted in a burst of sickening laughter that takes pleasure on someone''s misery, the old man merely caresses his cheek to where the Bandit Boss has delivered his blow, a deep frown instantly showing on his lips. "It appears that redemption is truly not an option for vile villains such as yourselves." The old man spoke without a shred of emotion, resulting in the Bandits to all look at him in confusion. "Huh, what are you babbling about old fool?" The Bandit Boss questions him as the old man simply stood up and wipes off the dust from his robes. Without any warning, the ground beneath the camp started to shake furiously, the tremor of the event shocking every Bandit in the vicinity. "W-what''s this?!!!" The Bandit boss''s eyes widen with fear as he and his men turned around in an attempt to escape from the disaster that is currently unfolding. But before they were given the chance though, the ground violently burst open in a mighty rupture as huge wooden branches emerge out from the earth to engulf the whole area, spontaneously entrapping all of the bandits in its destructive wake. As the earth''s tremor finally ceased, the old man could only stare at the wrapped Bandits with a cold look, eyeing them as their very lives are now on the palm of his hands, equivalent to insignificant ants. With the old man revealing his true self, the Bandits could not believe as they witness with sheer terror at his status bar shifting to match the very power that he wields. Old Man Lvl (??) Health: (????) / (????) Stamina: (????) / (????) Mana: (????) / (????) "You have defiled the sanctity of the forest''s domain." The Bandits then hear the old man saying to them, now with a deep strong voice, the exact opposite of the weak tone that he assumes earlier. "Utilizing the covers of Nature''s creation to fulfill your vile intentions to the good people, such monstrosity is unacceptable. For that, perish at the very woods that you have been tainting with your wickedness!!" Tapping his staff on the ground, the branches that wrap around the Bandits started to react abruptly, crushing their body in merciless anguish until they all expire into pixels. "P-please spare me, I''ll change my ways." Of course, the last Bandit, the Boss himself, credit to his high health, was the last one remaining, pleading for his very life in hopes that the old man will see to mercy. "I''m afraid it''s too late for you to be saying that, young lad." The old man answers without care. "Your recent depraved action against me only proves how despicable your personality is to the very core. May the Divines judge you for your crimes." The branches enwrap the last of the Bandits even tighter, causing the brute to scream in complete pain and agony as the wooden limbs assume its deathly grip until such is the time of the Bandit''s inevitable pixelated demise. The old man could only sigh in slight grief looking at the death that he caused as shown by the floating crystals that presently lay all over the ground. Despite all that, he did not regret his actions, not even in the slightest. Their death is all but a necessity to ensure that Nature''s assets won''t be defiled any further by the likes of them. Seeing the entire field lay to waste, the old man cast a spell to fix everything. "" Resulting from the chaos that was ensued by him, the old man chanted a spell of an unknown language, fixing the entire field, thus returning to its original state slowly before the destruction he caused, like it never happens in the first place. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. "The woods of Whitemoor are safe once more." The old man muttered under his breath quietly as he simply stood tall, his posture unwavering. With everything said and done, the brown sparrow joined the old man as it perches on his staff. The old man is indeed familiar with the bird, a smile forming on his lips as he petted the animal. "I thank you for all your efforts in keeping an eye on those brigands." The old man said with gratitude at the sparrow. "*Chirp!!*" The sparrow tweeted enthusiastically at the praise given by him. As they turn around to leave the scene, the old man inquired something with the bird as he rubs his chin. "During your eavesdropping of the Bandit Encampment in the woods, you mentioned something in our telepathic conversation about an Elf disguising as one of the Bandits, am I correct?" The sparrow chirps with a nod, remembering witnessing the whole scene in the Encampment, including the Elf being injured in his arrival. Piqued by this scenario, the sparrow opted to observe more about this "Bandit". At first, it was all normal, with him being given a potion and just walking around the camp. Then, when chaos befalls unto the whole Encampment due to the "Bandit" being injured by some Warriors, the group was immediately shut up by their leader and questions the "Bandit" about the situation. Apparently, the answer seemed to be unfavorable as they all panic and started packing. While the Bandits were occupied, the sparrow also saw the same "Bandit" leaving the scene discretely amidst the distraction, much to the animal''s suspicion. As such, the sparrow investigates by now pursuing him. To its absolute surprise, the sparrow witnesses the "Bandit" unequipping his Fur Armor, revealing to actually be an Elven Mage as he joins with a Cat-folk. Listening to the pair''s conversation, the sparrow was able to deduce about the Elf''s true intentions of driving the Bandits away from their Encampment to save a village, Oakwood, from getting ransacked. "I see." The old man returns the same gesture with a smirk. "Intriguing, to think that someone would risk his very own life and get involved in the gruesome affairs just to save an entire village. And him being injured? I believed it was all just an act." The sparrow responded by chirping in confusion at the old man''s last statement. "Think about it." The old man said. "Why would he go through all that trouble of driving the Bandits away if there really are Warriors from the Guild lurking around nearby. He could have just simply reported the Encampment''s location to them, saving himself the trouble. He even took the effort of disguising as one of them, with the hopes of finding a plan in sending the Bandits away. His mere purpose is not to kill them but to save the village from their wretched hands. This shows that despite his lack of power, he makes use of other means to make the best out of the situation. Of course, I would have eventually killed them when they decided to stay any longer, but he does not know that." "As a result of now knowing of such an interesting character." The old man added. "I have a new task in mind for you." 32 Arrival The dawn of a beautiful morning graces throughout Whitemoor in its majestic brilliance as the sun shines brightly to reveal its eternal spectacle. Three days have passed since the occurrence in the Bandit Encampment, Gray and Isamu, fortunately, have not encountered any incidents so far, continuing their journey peacefully as they are seen to be following a sloped road, going upward that leads to Chadena. During those times, during at night to be exact, Gray opted to educate himself even more about this world''s inner working by reading the Codex when they are at camp. As such, he was able to gain a considerable amount of knowledge about this world in his endeavors. Such knowledge includes the monsters that he has faced, the books that he read in the Archives, a few bits of the world''s lore with terminologies of the land and people, and some game mechanics since most are not yet unlocked. Speaking of the Town, Chadena should only be a few hundred steps from here according to the Map, so it will only be a matter of time until they have arrived. While walking and enjoying the sights of the countryside, the two converses with one another carefreely to kill the time, with Isamu being the more talkative out of the two. "And that''s how I ended up with an Elven lass at my bed the very next day at the tavern, hahaha!!" Gray could only chuckle at the Cat-folk''s interesting stories about his shenanigans in Chadena. "Heh, you must be some sort of a ladies'' man huh," Gray smirks with a playful tone. "Hahaha, I''m not denying that." Isamu laughs at the Elf''s statement proudly. "When we arrive at Chadena, you should join me sometime at the tavern for a drink. The Fighter''s Retreat is a perfect place to grovel yourself in a drunken splendor after a good ole day of adventures and quests." Reminiscing his time back on Earth, Gray was quite a drinker, wallowing into cans of beer all by himself after a day of hard work at the game company. As such, Gray nodded happily in response, saying that he is looking forward to the pleasures of alcohol yet again. He also thought in the utmost regard of how the said liquor tastes during this current old era. After all, he did miss his chance of doing so at the tavern in Oakwood since he''s occupied with a Quest and currently on the initial stages of his adjustment in this fantasy world. Perhaps now he could enjoy the fine grandeur of the entertainment and things that Silverhart has to offer to him. Hiking through the inclined road and finally reaching the top, Gray could only widen his eyes upon now witnessing something grand in a distance as he tries to make up of the details of the sight being marveled at him. "Is that?" Gray''s could only utter in question upon seeing a large town filled with many houses and establishments that are surrounded by brick stone walls of architectural awe. "Aha!! And here we are!!" Isamu grins in response as he pointed his finger at it. "That''s Chadena alright, home of the renowned Warrior''s Guild and a haven for Warriors such as myself. She''s a beauty, is she not?" The Elf nods in agreement. After all, it''s his first time witnessing a huge town personally in this fantasy world. Oakwood is nice and all, but the town from what he sees is by far leagues ahead in terms of architecture, and design. Anyways, the two wasted no time as they resume their trek, the exhaustion of the journey finally gone upon seeing their destination right in front of their very eyes. A glimpse of civilization finally greeted the two as they could now see some houses and farmlands outside of the town, with different people occupied in their own business as they perform their usual daily routine. As they finally approach the two-door big wooden gates of the town, they could see two guards stationed as he performs his lookout duty with serious conviction. Gray took notice of the Guards'' equipment: a red tabard with the insignia of a lion''s face that covers his mail shirt and leggings underneath. Their helmet is made of steel with a leather neck guard that supports the lower portion of their face. Both are also equipped with a sword, and a kite shield with the same lion insignia trapped on the back. Overall, the men certainly do look the part of a Guard in most RPG games that he played. Peering into the status bar, Gray wonders how an average guard would stand out in this very world that he lives. ''As a Guard, surely they must be at least powerful in their own right.'' The Arcanist rubs his chin in curiosity. ''After all, in most RPGs that I played, Guards are powerful NPCs that not even the hero himself would stand a chance against them, in the early stages of the game at least. The unrealism of such a system stems from the fact that such powerful individuals tend to only stay in a single town instead of going out there and make use of their mighty strength to help out the world instead of a hero who is weak at the beginning. As a matter of fact, they may do a better job than the hero himself and might save the world in a single fucking day. But I guess that''s how games work for the protagonist to shine.'' A good example of this is the Witcher 3, where the Witcher, a powerful mutant who have undergone extensive training, ruthless mental and physical conditioning, and the three gruesome trials to become a monster slayer feared throughout the entire land, only to be one-shot by pesky average guards in White Orchard. Chadena Guard Lvl: 13 Health: 1,832 / 1,832 Stamina: 785 / 785 Mana: 293 / 293 ____________ Chadena Guard Lvl: 14 Health: 1,901 / 1,901 Stamina: 794 / 794 Mana: 304 / 304 ''Huh.'' Gray blinks in a slight surprise upon seeing the mediocre stats of the Guard. ''I guess they are not as strong as I thought they would be. Thank goodness that this world retains some of the logic from real life.'' Indeed, if there really are powerful guards roaming around in this town, then there''s no absolute need for a Warrior''s Guild to be here in the first place. The Guards seeing the newcomers approaching assumes a position of attention as one of them, the higher level of the two, inquires the Warrior and Mage of their intentions in town. "What is your business here in Chadena, citizens?" "Haha, relax Brandon." The Cat-folk snickers, crossing his arm in amusement as he seemed to be in familiar terms with the Guard. "It''s just me." "Just doing my job, Isamu." The Guard, Brandon, now smiles at the Cat-folk but still retains his firm posture in the line of duty. Then he saw Isamu''s Elven companion as he questions. "Who''s your companion?" "Ah, this is my new friend I encountered during my mission, Gray Allister." Isamu happily introduces the Elf to the Guard. "Don''t worry, he''s trustworthy, that I can assure you. He merely seeks a carriage driver for faster transportation into the capital." Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. "I see." Brandon nods in understanding and shifted his attention to Gray. "Very well, since Isamu spoke on your behalf, you may enter." Brandon and his fellow guard then open the gate as Gray and Isamu are now granted entry into Chadena. Gray''s eyes could not help but glimmer with utmost excitement, looking forward to what''s inside of the Town. Up in the sky, a certain brown sparrow is shown to be constantly keeping its sights on the said Elf, not even sparing a moment as it followed him just as instructed by its powerful master. 33 Chadena "Chadena is known as the Blade of Whitemoor, where aspiring fighters from all over the province gather to test their mettle and strength in the majestic citadel of the renowned Warrior''s Guild. But should you find the time other than marveling the seasoned combatants in their friendly exchange of blows, there are stories to tell and songs to be heard in the grand mead hall of the Fighter''s Retreat." - Valerius Tiberius, Author of ''Adventurer''s Guide to Whitemoor, 2nd Edition'', 6th day of Ending''s Cry, 1443. *** Gray could only marvel in deep awe as he and Isamu finally enter the town of Chadena. The Elf''s eyes could not help but wonder all over the place while the two walks on the streets of the town, enjoying the bustling sights of the people walking around the area and bargaining with the merchants in their stalls at the marketplace as well as surveying the different establishments that cater to the citizen''s various needs. "Chadena is a fairly large town from what we are seeing right now. As such, it''s divided into four districts, each with its distinct purpose." Gray heard Isamu speaking as they now find themselves in the marketplace as they walk. "This here is the Commerce district, the heart of the town, the area of trade where merchants and traders deal with their business among the townsfolk with their different merchandise. Business establishments such as the Blacksmith, General Goods, Jewelry Store, Butchery, and a whole lot more can be found here." Gray nods in acknowledgment at what Isamu told him, appreciating the information being given to him. Indeed, the Elf could see how prosperous the town is judging by the content looks of the people in his vicinity. Chadena certainly is affluent and crowded with well-to-do people. The walls, streets and establishments are unquestionably well-maintained. The markets are thronged with various wanderers from different regions drawn by the availability of both goods and labor. The beautiful cadence of hammers and looms is an incredible testimony to the business of the artisan''s workshops. Speaking of the people, Gray''s eyes also widen in pleasant surprise at now seeing different races from all over the land the more he and Isamu delve deeper into the parts of the town, going about with their affair as the people interact with one another in a harmonious setting. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. Human, Dwarf, Cat-folk, Lizardling, Orcs, and of course, his race, Elf. Gray witness all of them as he keeps their physical traits in mind, comparing them to the various RPG that he played in his past life. ''Wow!!'' Gray could barely contain his enthusiasm at seeing in person the different mythical races that he could dream of as witnessed in the various video games and media in his past life. ''It''s like every gamer''s wet dream!! I still could not believe that I''m part of this fantasy wonder in which I could only dream of by playing RPG back on my time on Earth. Woah, is that a Lizardling!? They sure look like the Argonian race from the Elder Scrolls." One could very well see the Elf''s brighten expression as it was as clear as the day, not even attempting to mask his excitement about the intricate wonders of the mythical world. As such, Isamu merely chuckles at the Elf''s awed expression, comparable to an eager child who has just set foot outside for the first time. "Judging from your expression, you sure must be excited at visiting a human town, right?" The Cat-folk Champion inquires his Elven friend with a smile. Gray''s eyes widen in realization when Isamu snap him out of his momentary exhilaration, prompting the Elf to recompose himself as to not make him seem out of place and overly thrilled over something that''s average in the eyes of the general public. ''Crap, I better learn how to control my emotions if I wish to blend in among the people.'' The Elf thought as he crosses his arms calmly. ''Don''t want anyone getting suspicious now, would we?'' "Yeah, hahaha." Gray then faces Isamu as he grins sheepishly. "It''s my first time here in Whitemoor, after all. Now that my curiosity is piqued, I suppose we should proceed to the Warrior''s Guild. I also happen to have a Quest involving in there." Isamu nods in understanding, remembering the Elf mentioning about it during their travels after the incident in the Bandit Encampment. "Ah yes, the young human boy, Ethan. I did tell you that I know him since he too is a fellow member of the Guild. A good lad at heart, but can sometimes be too eager to prove himself. Anyways, you are to deliver a letter from his mother in Oakwood, if I recall correctly?" "Yes," Gray responds. "Hopefully he''s here in town and not doing any Quest for the Guild outside." As they proceed to head their way to the Guild, Gray also witnessed a small number of guards patrolling around the area, obviously fulfilling their duties seriously as they are on the lookout for anything that might potentially disrupt the peace and order of the city. Of course, no one is foolish enough to dare act openly in a crude manner, especially when the town is also monitored by the Warrior''s Guild, in collaboration with the City Guards. While on their march throughout the Town, Isamu also took the time to lecture Gray of the districts that they passed by. They are now at a place surrounded by the numerous houses that are owned by the residents of the town. "The Residential district is the area where the citizens of Chadena resides in their home. Some of the houses are made of wood, the ones own by the common folk. The rest is made of expensive brick stones, owned by the nobles or rich merchants." Gray merely nods as they walk by numerous houses while on the road, making their trek to the direction where the Guild is. He could also see children playing tag around the area as they enjoy running around the streets. The Elf merely smiles heartily at the scene, remembering playing the same game with Darlene and the other kids back at Oakwood. After around an hour of navigating throughout the town, led by Isamu who clearly knows the ins and outs of the town''s passage by heart, the two seemed to have finally arrived at their designated location as Isamu raised his hand in a gesture to stop at where they stand. "Ah, we''re here." The Cat-folk smirks widely as the pair now find themselves in front of an enormous and tall fortress surrounded by stone walls that make up a significant portion of the area. "This my friend, is the Warrior''s Guild, home of the finest Warriors that Silverhart has to offer." Indeed, Gray marvels at how tremendous the area is, no doubt a place for equipping Warriors the necessary skillset in real combat. The fortress stood in its impressive colossal height, its size no doubt serving to accommodate many of the Guild Warriors staying inside. The fort is made solely out of stone, an ancient vibe resonating around its architectural outline as depicted by how old looking it is. Despite the clear passages of the lasting time being passed throughout history, the fortress remains strong and unyielding, a clear testament of perhaps the many events that the area has withstood that leads to the Guild of Warriors that is renowned in this current age. "It''s huge." The Elf blinks in a pleasant surprise at seeing the place. "And you guys live and train here?" "Yes." The Cat-folk nods in enthusiasm. "This place is also my home, where my fellow Warriors and I train to hone and improve our skills in combat as well as to lookup for quests and answer calls of help from the good people to strive in making this land a better place to live." With that said, Isamu motions Gray to follow him, as they both entered the place that is renowned for cultivating Warriors to their fullest potential. 34 Reception Hall Standing at the very halls of the Warrior''s Guild, Gray marvels at the sight in deep awe of the fortress'' eye-catching interiors as depicted by the grand size. The first thing that the Elf took notice upon entering is a majestic hall that makes most of the inside of the Guild. A long red carpet grace upon the pair down below, emphasizing a clear path for anyone to take which leads to the reception hall right in front. There are also numerous gray-colored statues on top of their respective pedestals depicting Warrior figures in almost every corner of the place, each made of stone which has been shaped and carved to assemble a perfect three-dimensional shape that represents the said individuals. No expense certainly has been spared to emphasize each bit of the detail especially in their respective armor and weapons being held by the figures. No doubt, the sculptures are only crafted by a master sculptor of no equal, each characteristic and artistic elements poured passionately with the blood, heart, and soul. One statue, in particular, caught Gray''s utmost attention as he could not help but be drawn by the figure of a dashing Elven Warrior standing tall and proud. The figure is shown to be male, having long hair and a handsome face. He is equipped with a set of lean plate armor of intricate design and a thin sword with runic patterns engraved in the blade. "Ah in case you are wondering, the statues that you see all around you represents the previous Guild Masters, the greatest Warriors in history that has ever graced in the whole land of Silverhart." Gray heard Isamu speaking proudly from behind. "But this hero is the most extraordinary of them all. Who you are looking right now is the first-ever Guild Master, the Elven Hero and savior of the Old Era, Nevarath Eilfaren. He is the hero all Warrior, no¡­ all individual regardless of class and race aspires to be, the same person who ended the blight of the Demon God, Xaz''vernok and his infernal conquest of conquering all of the lands." Gray merely nods in acknowledgment, turning his head below to look at the word inscriptions being depicted on the tablet that''s being shown on the statue''s pedestal. [Out of the Old Era, the age before the beginning of the years, arise the most legendary heroic figure, the one who ended Xaz''vernok''s terrible darkness that plague the entire land, Nevarath, his very actions inspiring the hearts of future heroes to come.] Satisfied about learning a piece of this land''s history, Gray acknowledges in content as he and Isamu turn to leave the statue but not before the former giving it a final look. Going about as they delve further inside the Guild, Gray notices in delightful wonder at how the surrounding area is clean and well-maintained, marked by the dedication of the servants in keeping the hallways tidy as well as the orderliness and self-control of the building''s occupants with regards to littering. Throughout the vicinity, Warriors from every background and race are shown to be all around the area, with most of them being gathered at a nearby notice board in an orderly manner somewhere at the left corner, no doubt looking for potential quest or contracts for them to get their hands at. The peace inside the hall is truly a testament of the Guild''s discipline in upholding oneself in their actions, shown by the members'' upright posture, regimented upbringing, and proper decorum, akin to the standards set militarily. Indeed, Gray also observes Isamu beside him showing the same demeanor of stern stiffness, pretty much in contrast to his outgoing personality back when they are outside. ''I guess there are some rules to be followed here.'' Were the thoughts of the Elf upon seeing the tranquil setting of the place inside. ''I kind of expected a roughhousing band of mercenaries who enjoys the thrill of fighting the moment when I entered the place, but I guess I was mistaken.'' As they kept on walking and following the carpet''s path, the two halted on their steps upon arriving at the reception hall as they find themselves in front of a wooden counter with an attractive Elven woman behind performing the various administrative tasks of the Guild. Indeed, the Elf could not shy his eyes away from how beautiful said woman is. She has natural long blonde hair with adoring green eyes that anyone could not resist but peer in its absolute enchant. The woman wears a sleeved green dress with gold star ornaments to add to its aestheticism. "Oh my, it''s little Isamu." The Elven woman greets welcomingly at the Cat-folk, obviously in familiar terms with him as depicted by her way of friendly speaking. "Back from the contract, am I correct?" "Yes, ma''am." The Cat-folk answered with a relaxed smile of his own. "I''m here to report the details to the Guild Master in person." "I see." The Elven woman nods in understanding as her eyes shifted to the Cat-folk''s companion in curiosity. Then she inquires Isamu about the Mage. "And who''s this young man accompanying you?" "This is my new friend, Gray Allister." Isamu happily introduces the Elven Mage. "I had the pleasure of meeting him while on the performance of my mission. He also has some business here in the guild." "A pleasure, ma''am." Gray bows down his head in respect with a smile. "Charmed." The woman smirks as she as well introduces herself to Gray. "My name is Shael Tyrvaris, the resident receptionist of the Warrior''s Guild." Immediately after, an intrigued look graces unto her angelic face as something piqued her interest in Gray. "Gray Allister," Shael utters the Arcanist''s name with curiosity. "A Human name if I''m not mistaken. I believe you are raised by a Human parent, am I right to presume?" "Yes." Gray simply stated stoically in response, a lie fabricated whenever that particular topic comes into the light as to not arouse any further suspicion from the other party. "Very well then," Shael answers with an understanding look and shifts the nature of the conversation regarding the Arcanist''s intentions here in the Guild. "Isamu mentions about you having business with the Guild." Gray responds in agreement as he tells her about his Quest. "I was told to deliver a letter to one of the Guild members here, a young human by the name of Ethan Mills." "Ethan Mills. Yes, I do know of the boy." Shael rubs her chin, thinking of the boy''s status here in the Guild. In a short while, she suddenly remembers, but her face this time assumes a grim expression. "Your timing is dreadful then. "What do you mean?" Gray questions the receptionist with a frown. "Ethan took a guild contract and departed from the Guild just a few hours ago together with a small group of his fellow guild members to clear out a Spider infested cave somewhere in the west. I''m afraid you have to wait for his return sometime tomorrow I believe." Shael answers him with an apologetic tone. "Crap." Gray curses the terrible circumstances that revolve around his delivery Quest. "Well, no use dwelling on it. I suppose there''s nothing I can do for now." Shael merely nods at the Arcanist and turn her attention once more at the Cat-folk. "If you''re looking for Malic, then he''s currently secluded inside his office upstairs. Isamu concurs with utmost appreciation at the Elven woman as he and Gray turn around to leave the reception area. "Ehehe, I believe that this is where we part ways for now. After all, non-Guild members are strictly not allowed upstairs unless instructed by the Guild Master or senior members." The Cat-folk said as he crosses his arm. "I have to deliver my official report to the Guild Master regarding our endeavors at the Bandit Encampment." "Will you be in trouble?" Gray asks in concern, seeing how Isamu did fail the Quest because of the Elf''s suggestion. "Nothing I can''t handle." Isamu grins at him in assurance. "Guild Master Malic may be strict but he''s also a reasonable man. I''ll just be at the receiving end of his lectures and after that, it''s all a thing of the past." "Alright then." Gray now smiles at him. "In the meantime, I guess I''ll be exploring and kill some time, see what more of the sights that this town has to offer, seeing that Ethan won''t be back until tomorrow" Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. "Yes, you do that." Isamu nods in agreement. "After that, let''s meet up at the tavern, the Fighter''s Retreat at 7:00 pm for some good ole drinking. You may ask the townsfolk where the tavern is located." After they all agreed with the things that they are going to do, both of them temporarily disbanded the party, now going to their separate ways. With that, Gray emerges outside from the Guild as he breathes the scent of fresh air once more, accompanied by the chirping sounds of the birds flying above the horizon. And speaking of birds, a certain brown sparrow continues its task of snooping around at the Elf, following him as soon as he began leaving the Guild''s premises. 35 Boscage, the Garden Distric It''s a sunny afternoon as the heat of the glorious sun basks upon the town of Chadena where the townsfolk are shown to be with their own business in pulling themselves through the day. Walking around the streets, Gray unquestionably is seen to be currently enjoying the sights, marveling at every establishment and the architectural displays being shown right in his very eyes. ''Hmm, now what to do?'' The Arcanist thought as he ponders on what exactly is his next course of action now that he''s all alone and free. ''I know I decided to just see the sights around here, but I have to be productive and at least get something out of this.'' As he contemplates such notions, an idea then suddenly struck within his mind as he then approaches one of the locals and questions him. "Good day friend, is there some sort of shop or establishment for Mages around here?" Gray greeted the townsfolk kindly with a friendly smile. Of course, being in a town of Warriors, he''s not exactly sure if there''s even one available to cater to the needs of magic users. Thankfully though, the townsfolk''s response is favorable, his initial belief being disproven. "Why yes, kind sir." The man obliges the Elf with the same gesture as he happily answers and pointed the direction. "It''s somewhere in the western part of the town. The shop''s name is Magus'' Emporium and is beside the Temple of Agveyr at the Boscage." "Boscage?" Gray could not help but ask, the terminology being new to him. "Ah, you must be new here then." The man chuckles as he told Gray about the particular part of the town. "Boscage is one of the four districts of Chadena. It''s the district where the botanical gardens and trees are marveled in its splendor glory of the delicate nature. It''s a wonderful sight I tell you, where you are free to explore the place throughout the day and admire the trees, flowers, mushrooms, and other flora that enhance the serenity of the majestic courtyard." "It must be a sight to see." Gray smiles at the man''s explanation. "Yes, thank you for the valuable information my good man. I''ll head over there immediately." "My pleasure, sir." The townsfolk nods in a friendly gesture as he turns around to take his leave. Heeding the man''s direction, Gray proceeds to where he was pointed at. After minutes of navigating himself throughout the town''s roads and streets while at the same time, asking additional directions from the other townsfolk, the Arcanist finally finds himself at the district. Just like the man mentioned in his description, it was a garden of exalted wonder that is located between the roads. Although paling in comparison to Wynather''s Divine plane of Estelthyr, the beauty of the scenery still upholds its grace and elegance that one can''t take their eyes away from its heavenly grandeur. Even Gray himself, a mortal who has visited the said Divine Plane still finds the place breathtaking, a garden where the citizens of Chadena can truly relax as they relish upon its spiritual poise. The Boscage is known as the Garden District of Chadena, a magnificent greenhouse-like area filled with different kinds of rich fauna all over the area. Its shady trees are an inviting gesture during the sunny days, a relaxing spot where one may take a well-deserved break under its viridescent leaves after a day of hard work. Upon strolling further inside the district, Gray could also witness the row of various flowers that attract the eyes of the beholder, a splendid sight indeed and a nice change of scenery from all the man-made constructions that are situated at the other districts. Indeed, all of the worries of life can be temporarily forgotten at unwinding at the magnificence of its elegant features. In the middle of the district is a huge stunning fountain with a statue of a beautiful woman holding a water basin continuously makes the water flow, a piece of structural decoration that everyone is free to admire. Gray could also see many people around the district, going about in their activities in a peaceful atmosphere as they happily chat with one another. Many children flock in the garden, indulging in their outdoor games as they enjoy themselves in the comfort of the green atmosphere. Many birds perch in the trees and chirp in their melodious tones, a sound that''s surely a lovely thing to hear, adding to the garden''s ambiance. Lost on nature''s charm of the entire district, Gray could only chuckle at himself at almost forgetting why he was here in the first place. "Wow." Gray could only utter in deep awe as he eyed the majestic scenery of the garden district. "I kind of thought that the man I first met earlier is exaggerating in his statement about the place, but as it turns out, it''s actually true. This here absolutely is a sight that''s breathtaking no doubt. Maybe there''s a Druid of some sort maintaining the place?" "You''ve got that right, *Hiss!!*" "Woah!!" Gray''s eyes widen as he jumps in reflex at the utmost shock and was taken aback by the sound of the hissing right behind him. Turning his back, the Elf blinks in surprise, revealing to be a yellow-skinned male Lizardling with a smug look on his reptilian facial features. The man crosses his arms as his blue slit eyes gleamed in amusement at the funny expression that Gray has showcased. Taking a closer inspection, the Lizardling is shown to be clad in a plain green hooded robe with a wooden staff strapped on his back. Lizardling Level 24 Health: 964 / 964 Stamina: 643 / 643 Mana: 3254 / 3254 ''A Lizardling huh.'' Gray thought as he regains his composure from his initial shock. ''Base on his status bar, the guy is most likely a Mage like me, given how high his Mana is compared to his other two stats. I saw one or two of his kind on my way here, so they''re rare here in the city. Wonder what this guy wants with me?'' "Greetings fellow user of Magic." The Lizardling greeted him, seeing the Elf wearing a unique kind of robe as wells as a Mage staff also on his back. The Lizardling''s elongated reptilian tongue protruded outside for Gray to see. "What brings you here to the town of Chadena? It''s a rare sight of seeing Mages here in a city filled with Warriors after all, so forgive me for sounding too curious, hehe." "I don''t mind." Gray smiles at him in a welcoming manner. His curiosity then piqued since it''s his first time having a conversation with a Lizardling, so he could not help but dive deeper into a conversation with a non-human like him. "Who are you?" "Ah, yes, introductions." The Lizardling said with a nod of understanding. "My name is Rarsu Khougraox, the Druid that tends to the gardens as well as the owner of the Magus'' Emporium." ''A Lizardling Druid?'' Gray thought with slight wonder at the uniqueness that entitles in the combination of race and class. ''Now that''s something you don''t hear every day.'' "I''m Gray Allister." The Elf told him his name. Since the Lizardling revealed his class to him, he returns the gesture by doing the same out of respect. "And I''m an Arcanist." Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. As soon as the Elf revealed him his class, Rarsu''s slit eyes suddenly widen with astonishment, his mouth turns agape at the sudden revelations. Gray could not help but be worried, thinking that him revealing his sinister Mage Class might be a bad move. The Elf''s worries were subsided though as Rarsu, much to Gray''s utmost surprise, suddenly approaches him very close, their faces inches away, with both of the Lizardling''s hand on the Elf''s shoulders. Gray felt confused by the Lizardling''s actions as he peered at the Druid''s scaly face. Also add to the fact that their faces are in close proximity, much to the Elf''s unliking. "An Arcanist you say?" Rarsu questions Gray in clarification as the latter merely nods absentmindedly, seeing how close their faces are. Then the former released Gray from his grasp as he began to look up into the sky. "Haha!! It seems that the Divine Arkanos has granted my favor today!!!" Rarsu yells with utmost joy with an expression of gratitude at the day sky as the locals in the vicinity could only stare at him like he has gone mad. "The God of Magic truly has given his blessings, in the form of an Elf, no less!!!" Gray tilts his head in confusion as he asks. "Uh, what''s going on?" Rarsu recomposes himself as he controls his profuse breathing in an effort to calm down. "My friend." The Lizardling Druid said with a wide toothy grin, baring his fangs for the Elf to see. "It would do me a great honor if you''ll do me this simple little favor in this experiment of mine." Gray cringes at how the Lizardling emphasizes the words, "simple" and "little" like he has some sort of ulterior motive. [The Lizardling Druid that you just met, a man by the name of Rarsu, has a rather simple request in store for you. It may sound fishy, but who knows? You might get some benefit out of this. He is the gardener of the district as well as an owner of a Magic shop after all, so he must be trustworthy.] - Fulfill Rarsu''s favor. - None - (????), (???) YES / NO "One question before I accept this favor of yours." Gray inquires Rarsu with a serious look. "Will this experiment hurt in any way or worse, kill me?" "Hurt, yes. Kill, no." The Lizardling merely stated. "I''ve sent the experimental reports to Arkanos University and they gave me the go signal for it, so you don''t have to worry my friend. I''m quite confident about my abilities, so it will do you no lasting harm after. Besides, if things go the way they plan, then you will especially benefit from it, that I can assure you in Arkanos'' divine name." Gray considers it for a moment as he ponders on the consequences. ''Well, it wouldn''t kill me, and the question marks on the Quest Rewards is quite intriguing. Alright then.'' With a deep breath, Gray clicks YES, accepting the Quest and finally agreeing with the Lizardling. "Very well," Gray said as he accepts. "Excellent, you''ll definitely not regret this," Rarsu answers with a smile of gratitude. "Follow me to my shop and we''ll talk more about the details." Gray did what he''s instructed and followed the Druid to his shop. Hopefully, he won''t regret the decision that he made. Besides, they''re in a city, so Gray is sure that the Lizardling won''t act so crude and rash openly. 36 Sentinel After accepting Rarsu''s proposal, Gray was led at a two-story establishment that''s made out of stones in a brick arrangement. "Here we are, Gray." The Lizardling Druid smiles as both of them arrived at the door of his shop. The shop''s exteriors can be simply described as quaint but tall. Nothing particularly special is shown in its architectural structure as it can be mistaken as simply one of the houses in the Residential District, if not for its peculiar location in the Boscage as well as the wooden sign hanging on the top of the door with the words "Magus'' Emporium" being inscribed in a blue text as well as a well-painted drawing of a red and blue potion being shown. The two then entered the place, with Gray now marveling with his own two eyes in deep wonder at the fascinating spectacle being shown to him. If the exterior is characterized as nothing special, then suffice to say that the interior is anything but ordinary, very much in contrast to its outside counterpart. The inside of the shop is considerably big in fact, a sight to behold and Gray could not help but feel as if a magical vibe is being circulated all around the corners of the place, given that the owner is a Mage, and a Lizardling Druid if one might add. He also notices how neat and tidy the place is. The floor is well swept, windows are all clean, free of dirt and dust, and everything is simply arranged in perfectly good order, marking how meticulous the Lizardling is when it comes to cleanliness. There are a series of peculiar items of interest being displayed behind at the shop''s counter as they are lined up orderly and placed on a shelf for it to be visible for the customers to browse. Indeed, the popular saying of "Never judge a book by its cover" is very applicable in this situation. But what Gray''s attention caught the most are the two sentient magical constructs, muscular humanoid figures made out of rocks of some sort are that are witnessed to be roaming around the shop, kind of like a golem but smaller in size, no doubt serving as guardians and are on the lookout for anyone foolish enough to rob the place. "What are those?" Gray could not help but ask as he stared at the said creatures in deep astonishment. "Haven''t seen a Sentinel before?" Rarsu stated with a smirk. "They''re quite convenient to have, that I can tell you." "Not really." Gray shook his head in response. "What are they exactly?" "Hmm, you must be a new Mage then for asking a question like that." The Lizardling Druid said with a look of intrigue as he stared peculiarly at the Elf. "It''s common knowledge for magic users like us to know things such as this, you know." Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. Gray was suddenly unnerved by the sharp look of suspicion being given to him, his gut telling him that he should be careful and think attentively before speaking out his thoughts to this Lizardling. ''Crap, this guy is a lot smarter than he looks.'' Gray thought as he thankfully managed to maintain his stoic expression despite being alarmed by the Lizardling''s unsettling stare. ''Most probably because he''s a Mage, with him having a high Intelligence stat. Now that I think about it, does having more Intelligence stats here in this world constitutes to being also smart? Probably the reason why I can think more clearly than ever before." "Yes." Gray merely nods at Rarsu''s notion about him, thinking of a story for him to fabricate. "Believe it or not, I reached level 10 just hardly a few days ago near the village of Oakwood and chose the Arcanist class, so I don''t know much about Magic and its other applications. I only perform some Quests to raise my level and went with the flow, in the hopes of becoming more powerful in the process. I didn''t even bother with all the intricacy of the knowledge about Magic, well until recently at least when I read about Arkanos University and got curious over the benefits that the place has to offer to a Mage like me." SPEECH CHECK: 29 SPEECH REQUIREMENTS: 31 ''Fuck.'' A cold sweat suddenly drops from Gray''s face at seeing the seemingly inevitable failure of convincing the Lizardling, his current Speech Stat not satisfying the requirements as per dictated in the System. ''I guess, there''s no convincing this guy. This going to be very troublesome in my part.'' But instead, a pleasant surprise suddenly materializes in his screen as Gray mentally became astonished at the next message. RECEIVED 90 XP Note: Even when your Speech does not fulfill the prerequisites needed to persuade or intimidate someone, some factors can help boost your chances of allowing a successful convincing. In this case, the increased 35% effectiveness in Persuasion of the boosted your Speech attribute by the said percentage since the Speech skill that you specifically did is Persuasion. ''Woah, now that was a close one. The tunic sure did save my sorry ass, haha.'' Gray thought in utmost relief, mentally chuckling by the information given to him by the System. ''If I perform an Intimidation in this scenario, then no doubt that I''m going to fail. If what the system said is true, then my 29 Speech Attribute was boosted by 35%. Let''s see, doing the Math, my Speech was increased by around 10 points, thus being able to meet the said requirement. Wow, the tunic sure did help my recent crazy situations, especially in the Encampment. Hmm, should I also focus on allocating my reserved Attribute points for Speech?'' Gray shook his head as he dismissed the thought. ''Maybe some other time, let''s not dismiss the other attributes and their potential uses yet.'' The Lizardling rubs his scaly chin as he nods in response, showing to be convinced by the Elf''s story. "Your story indeed does sound plausible," Rarsu said as he grins. "Very well then. About the Sentinels though, as a matter of fact, the main reason why I ask you for a favor in the first place is that it involves the magical constructs that you are curious about." "Oh?" Gray said as with a tone of concern as he crosses his arms. "What do these creatures have to do anything with me?" "Hehe, you see." The Druid began explaining the circumstances that revolve around his favor. "Aside from being the Gardener of the Boscage and the shop owner of this humble magic shop of mine, I''m also one of the lead experts of Sentmaturgy." "Sentmaturgy?" Gray''s curiosity was definitely piqued at hearing a new terminology. "The art of Sentinel creation." The Lizardling obliges the Elf''s attention. "A Sentinel can be constructed and preferred in any of the multiple body models chosen to cater to the needs of its master. Among the following types of Sentinels are based on the elements of magic as we integrate it into their core or in simple terms, the heart, to keep them operational in good shape. There''s the Fire Sentinel, Frost Sentinel, Lightning Sentinel, Stone Sentinel, Wind Sentinel, and the list goes on. There''s one specific type of Sentinel that has not been unveiled to the public due to how unstable and dangerous it is. After years of my frustration being tested to its heights in repeated experimentation of this particular Sentinel and its structural mechanisms, I''ve finally achieved it, the creation of a Sentinel, unlike anything that has ever seen in the whole of Silverhart¡­ the Arcane Sentinel." "An Arcane Sentinel huh," Gray utters the words with regard. "And why do you need me for this?" "I''m missing an important key ingredient that''s necessary for powering up the Sentinel," Rarsu said with a smirk. "And that ingredient¡­ is you, my dear Arcanist." Gray tilted his head in confusion at the Lizardling''s statement. "So, you just require an Arcanist, correct?" Gray asks in clarification with a stoic look. "Correct," Rarsa said as he nods happily in response. "If that is the case, then why not find the time to look for other Arcanists then during your experiments?" The Elf questions him. Rarsu answers him with an annoyed expression. "I can''t exactly leave my duties here as the gardener of the Boscage as well as my business here in the shop. I''ve already sent a letter of request to the University in lending one of their Arcanist Mages, but the trip from here to the capital by carriage takes about 20 days, a month if by foot. Since you''re already here, then I might as well make good use of such a wonderful opportunity!!" "Makes sense." Gray merely shrugs his shoulders in response. "So, how are we going to do this?" "It''s better if I show you in my basement instead," Rarsu said as he gestured Gray with an inviting motion. "Please, follow me." Gray indeed does so, following the Lizardling and is also kind of intrigued at what this Arcane Sentinel looks like. Hopefully something awesome and neat. 37 Before the Ritual Stepping foot inside the basement, both were greeted by the darkness of the unlit place. Remedying this predicament, a snap was heard from Rarsu''s finger, as a fluctuation of Magic is felt around the place and suddenly, light greeted them in the form of small glowing balls right above them to light up the basement. "Wow, what is that?" Gray''s eyes gleamed with interest at seeing a light made out of magic. "Magus Light," Rarsu answers with a smile as he pointed the balls of light. "A magical device that produces light by means of channeling a little of your Mana right into it. It''s also very convenient since the light lasts three days to be exact at continuous usage in full capacity, and can likewise be switched on or off at will for the Mana to not be wasted. Heh, you still have a lot to learn, young Mage." "Yeah, hehe." Gray scratches the back of his head as he snickered sheepishly in acknowledgment. "That''s the reason for my desire to head over at Arkanos University after all." ''And also, to become more powerful and acquire its beneficial secrets.'' Gray added his other motives inside his thoughts. With the clear brightness now gracing on the entirety of the shop''s underground basement, Gray''s eyes wander all over the area as the place looks similar to a laboratory filled with different varieties of apparatus, most likely used in the Druid''s various experiments. As one might expect, the desks and benches in the laboratory basement could only be described as archaic, something that is definitely envisioned in a fantasy setting from the past. Vials of unknown liquid that are placed on the tables are seen to be arranged in an orderly manner with some notes laying that most probably describe the details of the experimentations. Delving further inside the basement, Rarsu gestured for the Arcanist to stop as they both arrived at the designated area of the basement. "Behold, a Magic Circle." The Elf was presented by Rarsu a huge circular setting dais with lit up candles all over its circumference that creates some sort of a ceremonial setting. "This is the area for the creation of the Sentinels, where a magic ritual is involved and other intricate skills of the mind and hands to achieve such marvelous feat." The area that Gray witnessed before his very eyes is quite big in fact. The circle itself is filled with incoherent language and runes written with chalk that the Elf fails to decipher. In the middle of the circle is a symbol of three crystals that are beside together as one, indicating a representation that might be a key factor of the ritual itself. He could additionally see some outlines in the form of visible blue energy radiating inside the circle flowing slowly in the air as the element integrates itself as a part of the ritual. Indeed, Gray could feel marvel at the strange energy resonating around the circle, the feeling of an impulse getting only more potent as he instinctively took a step closer within. Gray started to experience being unusually intrigue by the said energy as he basks on the rather¡­ succulent presence if one such as himself could describe it. Rarsu''s eyes widen slightly as he witnesses Gray seemingly opening his mouth. The Lizardling then immediately interrupts the Elf by pulling him away from the proximity of the circle. "I won''t do that if I were you." Gray indeed was taken aback by the Lizardling''s shocking action. "W-what?" The Elf''s reaction was not gone unnoticed by Rarsu as the latter enlightens the former. "Before you ask, yes, the circle is flowing with the air of Arcane Energy, explaining the sudden urge of you trying to eat it. I assume that you most likely don''t know this, given you''re still new in the magic business. The Magic Circle, well in simple definition, is a circle of space hand-drawn and written by Magic practitioners like us for the purpose of whatever deems worthy in our interest. Arcane Energy as you can see, is one of the necessary components in the circle for the ritual to be a success since the flow of said energy inside aids in stabilizing the ritual''s foundation by supplying constant Mana in it. Arcane Energy is also accumulated inside the circle by the means of any kind of medium to keep the Energy from escaping the circle, which in this case are the special candles that I prepare." "I see." Gray nods in understanding. "If I actually consumed all of the Arcane Energy within, then the ritual, you creating this Arcane Sentinel of yours, will surely fail due to the lack of the said Energy in maintaining the ritual, right?" "Heh, you sure a quick thinker, I can give you that," Rarsu smirks with a nod of approval at Gray''s fast deduction of the topic. "It''s also one of the reasons why Arcanists are feared in the Magic society, having the potential to disrupt whatever magic ritual that their enemies are performing by simply opening their mouths to devour. As a result, they replenish themselves as well." "That sounds incredible." Gray widens his eyes in a pleasant surprise, filing the valuable information given to him as it really will be useful if he encounters a situation that''s something like that in nature. "I''ll keep that in mind." As Rarsu goes on about to fulfill his business in preparation for the ritual, Gray suddenly interrupts him with another question. "Wait." The Elf said as his curious nature revealed itself. "And how do you exactly gather all the amounts of the Arcane Energy being piled up in one space? I''m sure that acquiring that sort of energy is not that easy." "You ask too many questions." The Lizardling simply answers, but not in an annoyed manner though. As a matter of fact, he''s quite impressed by the curiosity and eagerness of the Elf in learning new things, not unlike most of the other young apprentices that he has the displeasure of teaching. They were either too passive, lazy, or arrogant, the last he greatly despises. After all, in the pursuit of indispensable knowledge, the shame of ignorance must first be overcome. Anyways, the Lizardling had enough of such thoughts as he indulges the Elf''s question. "Arcane Energy can be harvested in multiple ways, but most of them revolve around a special type of vial called the Arcane Inhalant and is used in drawing the Energy inside. Whenever a Mage casts a spell, concentrations of Arcane Energy are left in the air until it''s eventual disappearance. How much Energy being released all depends on the scale of the spell being cast. So whenever Arcane Energy flows freely in the atmosphere, we used the said vial to suck it inside and released it into the Magic Circle." "An Arcane Inhalant huh." Gray grins at the possibility of such a useful item. "As an Arcanist, can I also use it to store the Arcane Energy for me to feed on later?" "And the questions do not stop." Rarsu chortles in reply. "Of course, it''s quite common for Arcanists like yourself to have that item." As Gray was about to ask another series of questions related to Magic, he was instantly halted by the Lizardling as he raised one of his scaly hands. "We have delayed far enough in our talking. You may save your questions for later after the ritual." The impatience on Rarsu''s tone can be heard. "Be a kind young man and help me why don''t you. We are going to retrieve the base body that we will be using for the rites." "There''s a body involved?" Gray could not help but question him. As he was about to ask if it''s a dead body of someone, his eyes widen in realization as he remembers that a living being perished in the form of crystals, so yeah, he dodged a potentially stupid question for him to ask. "Yes," Rarsu answers him as they now tread ahead. "A figure made out of a special kind of clay and the basis for our little Sentinel to adjust itself at. Anyways, didn''t I tell you to save the questions for later after the ritual?" "Ehehe, sorry." Gray could only chuckle in response. After a short while of walking, Gray was led into a storeroom filled with assorted mysterious items piled inside. Rarsu gestures the Elf to follow him until they stand in front of a simple wooden coffin that''s engraved with runes at the cover. "Finally, I could make good use of you, my precious." Gray could only look weirdly at what the Lizardling affectionately said at the coffin as the latter caress the object just like how a lover does. ''Wow, if I didn''t know any better, then I could have sworn that this guy is a freaking necrophile.'' The Elf merely thought as he cringes. And with that said, Rarsu instructed Gray to help him in carrying the coffin as they step out of the storeroom and proceeded to head back to the ritual area. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. 38 Sentmaturgy with a soul Bringing the wooden coffin back at the ceremonial space, Gray and Rarsu laid the said item outside, near the circumference of the magic circle in preparation for the ritual to unfold. "Alright, time to open her," Rarsu said as he began chanting some incantations that Gray is unfamiliar at. "Mafas, Kroskas, Jol, Solim." Those are the incoherent words that the Elf heard the Lizardling mutter, resulting in the runes that are engraved at the coffin''s cover to disappear. ''Those words, I wonder what they mean?'' Gray could not help but ask himself mentally out of intrigue. ''Is it some sort of magic spell perhaps? Aside from the spells from the system, is it possible for me to learn it and also others? I better ask him about that later. And also¡­ her?'' With the runes now gone, Rarsa nods himself in triumphant as he deems it right to open the coffin, revealing the body stored within. "After all these years." The Lizardling shed a tear in utmost joy, seeing that his hard work might ultimately be paid off on this very day. "It has finally come." Inside, Gray''s eyes widen in slight shock at witnessing the lifeless body at rest. It was seemingly a figure of a female human child with long violet hair, evident by its small feminine frame but minus the private parts. Observing the body even closer, Gray could only give credit to the Lizardling for crafting such a realistic representation of a human child made out of fair skin-colored clay. "A child?" Gray could only wonder in bewilderment at why this type of body is the one to be used in the upcoming ritual. "A Sentinel may also be created to resemble us physically," Rarsu answers Gray''s confusion regarding the subject. "It''s just a matter of preference, and most Sentmaturgist prefer a simpler humanoid representation to not waste the consumption of the clay." "And If I may ask, why you prefer a human girl?" Gray looks at him weirdly with utmost suspicion, hoping that the Lizardling is not what he pervertedly seems." I was kind of expecting the body to be big and muscular, similar to the Sentinels that we saw a while ago when I first step foot inside the shop upstairs." "Don''t look at me like I have offended your great ancestors." Rarsu merely responds, slightly feeling insulted by what Gray is thinking about him. Then his tone suddenly saddens as he tells Gray the real reason behind it. "It''s for¡­ sentimental purposes. In this memorable day of finally achieving a breakthrough in the field of magic, let''s just say that this one is for honoring someone that I¡­ very much hold dear in the past when she was around." Gray could hear the sorrow evident on the Lizardling''s voice as he realizes the implications and felt sympathy for the Druid. "Oh, I''m sorry to hear that." Rarsu simply smiles at him. "Nah, no apologies needed. I would appreciate though if we don''t delve too much on that depressing topic for now as I don''t want anything distracting me when I''m performing the ritual." "Right." Gray nods in response as Rarsu proceeded to carefully lift the body and bring it to the center of the circle. Rarsu then lays the body on the circle''s crystal insignia as he gestured Gray to enter the circle as well. After everything seems to be prepared, Rarsu began lecturing Gray on the how process of Sentmaturgy is going to work in this scenario. "As you can see, I''ve already arranged the necessary components for the ritual to commence. As you may probably know, Arcane Energy at its purest form is the element that you Arcanists wield." Gray only nods as he listens to the Lizardling''s lecture attentively. Rarsu then continues his discussion. "There are also other types of Arcane Energy, concerning the other elements that the other Mages possess such as Fire, Frost, Lightning, and many others. Normally in Sentmaturgy, we inject the desired type of Arcane Energy in the Sentinel''s core inside its body to produce the kind of Sentinel that its master desires. Then the final activation of the Sentinel is achieved by reciting an ancient invocation inside this particular Magic Circle that we are standing at this very moment. In this case however, the act of activating an Arcane Sentinel, there''s an additional procedure that''s required while reciting the said invocation." The Elf crosses his arms, anticipating what this procedure is going to be. Rarsu inhales deeply as he tells Gray. "I believe that the soul of an Arcanist, your soul is necessary for this ritual. The procedure that I speak of is known as Soul Transfusion." "S-soul Transfusion?" Gray stutters, not liking the ominous feeling and sound of the word, not even a single bit. "Wait, so what you''re saying is that you are going to transfer my soul into the Sentinel''s body!? I refuse." Yep, Gray could only feel alarmed as he grips his Staff from his back and readies himself, in case Rarsu has some funny business planned for him. "In a manner of speaking." Rarsu chuckles heartily at his reaction as he raised his hand, gesturing no ill-intents. "Calm down young Mage, let me finish first my statement first." "Fine." Gray relaxes his posture a bit but is still on high alert. "Let''s hear it then." Rarsu nods as he resumes their topic. "Indeed, what you mentioned is true. During my research, I''ve come across with an idea that may solve the issue of the Arcane Sentinel''s instability and malfunctioning. As what I''ve deduced from my experimentations and complex calculations, merely a quarter of an Arcanist''s soul might be the key in stabilizing the Arcane Sentinel as a whole. So instead, what I''m going to perform unto you is a Partial Soul Transfusion. After all, the soul is what keeps us running and sustained and may have the same effect on Magical Constructs." "Partial Soul Transfusion?" Gray tilted his head in puzzlement. "How does that exactly work?" Despite instructing Gray to save the questions for later, Rarsu indulges him with the vital piece of inquiry. "I''m only going to transfer a portion of your soul to the Sentinel''s body. Rest assured, nothing of significant danger is going to threaten your life since the soul heals itself over time." Gray ponders this for a moment before making his ultimate decision. Thinking back then, the Lizardling did go through all the trouble of escorting the Elf back to his shop and even had some teacher-student-like conversation with one another. Rarsu could have instead gone to the easy part and knocked the lights out of the Elf the moment when the latter entered the shop, saving the former the trouble. After all, Rarsu, being significantly having a higher level than Gray, thus being more powerful, has the unquestionable capability of doing so smoothly. "You seem troubled." Rarsu returns him with a stoic look and rubs his chin in consideration. "Hmm, I did say back outside the Boscage that the experiment is going to hurt, due to the intense pain of your soul getting rip out. I''ll give you the choice of allowing you to be unconscious before the ritual, what do you say?" "No thanks." Gray shook his head in response. "I prefer being aware of what''s happening to me." "Very well, your choice then," Rarsu said. "So, does this mean that you finally agree?" "Yes." Gray eventually nods in agreement in the end for the sake of the Quest''s completion and its rewards, causing a wide grin of approval from the Lizardling. "How shall I do this then?" "Lay down next to the body and I can begin the ritual immediately," Rarsu instructs the Elf as the latter did so. As Gray set himself down next to the Sentinel, he gave the lifeless body a meaningful stare with some thoughts. ''Heh, so I''ll be providing a portion of my soul to this doll-like figure huh. If this Sentinel will be alive as a result, then it means that it... she''s going to have a portion of my very being. Does this mean that we''re going to be technically the same person? I wonder if she''s¡­ WHAT THE FUCK!!!" An intense unbearable pain suddenly interrupts him as he turned his head to look at Rarsu standing above him. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. The Lizardling''s hand could be seen clutching on Gray''s chest as a blue-white aura, the soul no doubt, is witnessed being pulled out directly, unmistakably marking the process of Soul Transfusion. "YOU¡­ COULD¡­ HAVE¡­ FUCKING¡­ WARNED¡­ ME¡­ FIRST!!!" Gray screamed in utter agony; the pain so intolerable that even death itself might be a mercy for him. Rarsu pays the Elf no mind though, as the ritual requires complete focus and undivided attention. The Lizardling is witnessed to be skillfully directing the soul with his hands into the center of the Sentinel''s chest, where the core is located inside. While performing the Soul Transfusion process, Rarsu is also heard to be chanting the ancient invocation that the Elf doesn''t even bother to listen to due to the agonizing sensation that he is currently enduring. Gray could not help but scream in absolute suffering, his eyes glowing in a white-blue light. The fiber of his every being felt like it was being burned excruciatingly alive on the inside, like hell itself came to greet the Elf in its tormenting damnation. Thankfully, the ritual came to its fateful end after 6 harrowing minutes of anguish, resulting in the Elf to immediately passed out as the cold embrace of unconsciousness greets him with open arms. SKILL UNLOCKED: 40 Selena As a result of completing his Quest with Rarsu, Gray also received another system notification saying that he has leveled up, contributed by the massive Experience reward of 3,000. As per usual, the Elf spends his two attribute points in Intelligence, a point in Willpower and the rest for reserved in case a situation arises that might need one of his Attributes to be increased dramatically. He also recollects about acquiring a new skill back at the ritual earlier, something about Souls. He could only take a short glimpse of the system notification before passing out from the intense pain. Opening his SKILL UI, Gray saw the new skill in the list that is called . "Wow." Gray''s eyes widen in a pleasant surprise. "I wonder what this skill does?" Clicking the skill, the description immediately shows for him to read. (Passive) ¨C Your untainted soul embodies the resilience of the heroes of the old, an individual coming from another world. As such, you gain 500 times the rate of soul regeneration, allowing you to shrug off attacks that are meant to hurt the soul. You are also completely immune to any abilities that defile and control your soul. Upon reading the description of the ability, Gray could not help but be amazed at such powerful skill, no doubt going to be extremely useful against enemies with soul-based attacks. ''What the hell?'' Gray wonders in utmost disbelief. ''What kind of broken ability is this?! It''s overpowered no doubt!!'' Gray felt bewildered as to where he got this skill in the first place. Perhaps it was unlocked from the ritual? Where the Elf''s soul was tampered, thus the skill being revealed. Or maybe it was already there the moment when he arrived here in this world as depicted in the description, the skill only to be unlocked just now from his soul being meddled from the ritual. He''ll deal with the issue later, seeing that he''s still in a conversation with the Lizardling. After allotting his time with the level up and Skill system, Gray faces Rarsu, a question on his mind that he can''t help but ask. "Wait, you mention about giving me the Arcane Sentinel? Not that I''m ungrateful or anything, but why? After going through all the trouble in your experiments and finally be able to activate her, you''re just willing to give her away?" Rarsu merely chuckles in response, understanding what the Elf is going about. "Well, to be honest, the finished product is not exactly my goal here, but simply the methods, to see if it actually works. And because of our combined efforts, it really did. Now that I know of a reliable approach in creating an Arcane Sentinel, my mind can now rest easy knowing that I can execute such procedures in the future. Besides, I have faith that you can take care of and maintain her. Although, I still need that damn University for lending me their Arcanists, hahaha." "I see." Gray nods with a smile. "I thank you then, Rarsu." "No problem young man." The Lizardling smirks. Then, he turns to look at the Sentinel who''s solely eyeing at both Mages passively, a sentimental expression gracing on his scaly face. "Since you''re its new master, I suppose you have a choice of giving her a name or not. Either way, it does not matter since simply calling them Sentinel would suffice." "I''ll be naming her." Gray instantly made his decision without any hesitation. "She possesses a portion of my soul, after all, so she''s like a little me, I guess? Anyways, it feels wrong for me if I won''t at least give her a semblance of an identity." [+2 GOOD] "Like I said, your choice." Rarsu slightly shrugs. "And what will her name be then?" "Hmm." Gray rub his chin as he ponders, shifting his attention to the Sentinel who merely tilted her head in response at his action. As he thought about it, an idea suddenly struck inside his head as he faced the Lizardling. "Rarsu, may I ask you something personal?" "Speak." Rarsu nods in response while crossing his arms. "Since you will be my Apprentice, I suppose I''ll allow it. After all, trust is a vital factor between a Master and an Apprentice if one hopes for a harmonious atmosphere that will prove beneficial in the passing of knowledge." Gray beams in appreciation as he states his inquiry. "You mentioned before the ritual regarding your reason as to why you chose a body of a female human child, something about honoring someone that you hold dear in the past when she was around, right? May I know who she is?" "Ah, yes." The Lizardling assumes a sad smile as memories of his past came resurfacing in his mind. "It''s my¡­ step-daughter who I have adopted in the orphanage. Even if we''re not related by blood obviously, I treat her as if she was my precious hatchling. I lost her four years ago when she succumbs to malaria. I could only remember her final days on her deathbed as I stay constantly at her side, weak and pale as she kept smiling at me sweetly until her very last breath." "I''m sorry." Gray apologizes. "If it''s any worth, My condolences. May I know your daughter''s name?" "Selena," Rarsu tells him. "Her name is Selena." Gray nods as he gave him a comforting smile. "Since you created the Sentinel''s body in honoring the memory of your daughter, it''s only right that I give the Sentinel a name similar to hers, a testament of your hard work and fruitful labors." "I¡­" Rarsu''s eyes widen with deep appreciation at the Elf''s noble gesture. "It would do me great honor, young man. Thank you. It''s nice to know that at least her memory will forever live in the body of the Sentinel that I crafted." "It''s a pleasure." Gray nods in response and turns to face the newly named Sentinel with a grin. "You hear that? From this day forth, you''re going to be known as Selena." Upon naming the Arcane Sentinel, the name on her status bar changes to match it. Selena Lvl 13: Health: 1159 / 1159 Mana: 2132 / 2132 The Arcane Sentinel, now named Selena, nods in acknowledgment at the name bestowed upon by her master, her expression still as stoic as ever. "Now that everything''s settled," Rarsu stated as he instantly shifts the conversation''s depressing nature away. "I suppose we can start your training the day after tomorrow, where you will be staying here with me for the duration of your Apprenticeship. I still have to write a detailed report about the success of our ritual to the University." "Alright," Gray said. "I suppose I''ll be taking my leave then. In the meantime, I''ll be leaving Selena here with you. I still have to meet up with a friend at the Fighter''s Retreat." "Very well," Rarsu replies. Then he turns his sights at Selena as he ordered her and points at the watery floor caused by him dropping the water bowl out of shock earlier. "Selena, be a dear and kindly clean up the mess." The Arcane Sentinel nods indifferently as she witnessed both Mages going out of the room. After a short moment of trekking inside, they are finally seen emerging outside from the shop as the pleasant air and the sunny rays greeted them. Gray bids Rarsu his farewell as he turns around and makes his way to the Fighter''s Retreat, where he''ll be meeting with Isamu for some good drinking and indulge themselves in drunken splendor. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. Up in the sky, the brown sparrow, now seeing the Elf leaving, resumes its task of following him. The Lizardling could only smirk in complete intrigue as he stares at the retreating form of Gray. After all, the Elf might be someone that''ll prove of total interest and show things that are out of this world, just like his soul regenerating at an absurd rate. ''Hehe, I''ve got a good feeling about this one.'' Were Rarsu''s last thoughts before entering his humble shop. 41 The Guild area After seeing his new friend, Gray leaving the Guild to explore more of what the sights that Chadena has to bring on the table, Isamu, as told by the Elven Guild receptionist Shael, moved to head upstairs to meet with the Guild Master in his office. As he reached upstairs, there''s an entrance to a quaint hallway that harbors many of the rooms that worked as living spaces. The whole second level actually serves as the barracks area, as a means to accommodate and house the many Warriors that chose to make the Guild as their home. Of course, having such convenient benefits entitles something in return. Any Guild Members regardless of status must pay 210 gold per week to benefit from the board and lodging that the Guild exclusively provides. As such, for the Guild members who make use of such valuable service, it''s imperative that they take contracts or quests from the notice board located on the first floor in order to sustain themselves with both a living quarter and their personal necessities. Normally, this is not exactly a problem since the contracts are always piling up due to how renowned and reliable the Guild is in the eyes of the general public. The Warriors of the Guild are well-trained and disciplined, known for completing the tasks that are assigned to them with brutal efficiency. Whether it is protecting a caravan en route to another town from lawless bandits, slaying foul unnatural beasts in the outskirts of the town, rescuing a kidnapped individual, or hunting down an escaped criminal. There are also other tasks that make use of the members'' other resourceful aspects aside from their fighting skills. The tasks conventionally range from settling a dispute between individuals or groups in town, helping the guards in investigations, or a simple delivery job, usually done by the lowest ranking members of the Guild, the Runts. In the end, it''s not a remarkable issue for the tenants of the Guild as the rewards are usually more than enough to keep them comfortable. The rewards range from a huge amount of Gold, depending on the difficulty of the mission, the lowest at 500, to an item of value that''s typically granted by the person who requested the contract. As a result, the citizens of Chadena can rest easy knowing that such brave and valiant Warriors are merely a few footsteps as they keep a vigilant eye on the whole town. Of course, the other towns and villages are not an exception as they may also call the Guild for help, via the minor branches of the Guild located in each of the different towns if one wishes to request a contract with them. Anyways, being at the barracks area, this is not the place where Isamu intends to head over. He proceeded to turn his back from the corridor entrance and make his way to the administrative area, which is located on the fourth floor. Walking further upstairs, an echoing sound of metals clashing with one another can now be heard the more Isamu approaches above on the third floor. Upon arriving on the Guild''s third level, seven sparring arenas are seen all over a huge open space where Warriors of different classes are witnessed to be testing each of their mettle and strength in a vigorous training session to hone their way of fighting. The place is known as the Training Hall, where the Guild Members are free to spend their free time training with one another by means of combat. It is also where the Senior Members of the Guild impart their knowledge and skills in battle to the trainees. If one seeks guidance and instructions in the ways of the Warrior, or simply just want to revel themselves in the heat of battle, then this is the appropriate location to do so. Despite wanting to spectate more of the sparring that is ensuing, Isamu resisted the urge to do so, since he still has to report to the Guild Master, whose office is located just right above the floor that he is currently standing. Isamu kept walking as he left the area, now going to the fourth floor of the Guild. Unlike at the other entrance of the staircase that leads to the upper floor, there''s a Guild member, a young brown-haired human with a set of silver plate armor and a huge greatsword strapped on his back is stationed. The reason why there''s someone assigned in there is to limit the entry so as not to disturb the Guild Master and other Senior Guild members in their task of managing the entire Guild. Only individuals with strict business with the aforementioned leaders may enter. Froidan Benett Lvl 28: Health: 3521 / 3521 Stamina: 1589 / 1589 Mana: 350 / 350 Of course, every Guild member knows his name and class, being known and one of the imposing figures in the Guild as well as the youngest Senior member, explaining his high level and powerful stats. Seeing the Cat-folk approaching the stairs, the Guild guard halts and asks him of his intentions above. "I''m here to see the Guild Master and report him of my mission that was personally assigned by him to me." Isamu states as he pulled out a scroll containing the details of the contract from his inventory and hands it to the guard. The guard receives the scroll as he opens and reads it. After a few moments, he simply nods as he gave way to the entrance and gestured the Cat-folk to enter. "Guild Master Malic is currently in his office," Froidan said with a serious tone. "Isamu was it? Ah yes, I believe he has been expecting you. You''d best not delay then." The Cat-folk Champion nods in response and now advances upstairs. The fourth level is the area where the Senior and most prominent members of the Guild make their quarters here, including the esteemed Guild Master himself. As such, if one has any business with them, then they have to ask Froidan first before allowing any audience from the leaders of the Guild. Thankfully, Isamu is permitted to stand at the very spot where they are staying. Being here on some occasions, the Cat-folk knows of the place as he displays no amount of hesitation in marching around the hallway despite being an area that houses one of the top Warriors of the Guild and possibly, all of Whitemoor. After a few steps of trekking, Isamu finally arrives at his destination, a wooden door that''s fitted with a golden head sculpture of a lion being displayed on its center. Isamu then knocks the door and waits for the Guild Master''s response for him to enter. "You may come in." The Cat-folk hears the familiar voice of the man himself, a calm yet daunting voice that''s radiating with the fierceness of the lion, the same mighty creature in the city''s insignia that holds a strong symbol in representing Chadena and the Guild. Isamu did what he was instructed to do so as he slowly opens the door and comes face to face with the Guild Master sitting on his desk. Despite the Guild Master''s esteemed status in the entirety of the Guild, his office can''t be said the same. If one could describe it, it''s for the lack of a better term, simple as one might not expect. The office is small, filled with bookshelves that contain various sensitive documents, books and scrolls that most likely contain different information about the Guild and other things that''s related to his job as a Guild Master. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. "You''re a sight for sore eyes." The Guild Master said as he meticulously eyed the Cat-folk. "I trust you bring favorable news from the mission I gave you?" Isamu could not help but feel as if the man''s eyes are piercing right in his very soul, an aura of such intimidating power that can break even the strongest of wills. Since the Cat-folk did fail in his mission by allowing the Bandits to go free, he could only hope that the Guild Master would be lenient with him, despite the Cat-folk''s good intentions together with Gray. Hopefully, things would turn out well for one Isamu Meiyo, current rank: Journeyman of the Warrior''s Guild. 42 Completion of a Cat-folks ques Isamu can''t help but be slightly nervous and at awe at the same time by the mere presence of the Guild Master of the Warrior''s Guild himself who is sitting on his office desk. The Guild Master is a human of old age, evident by the wrinkles on his calm face as well as his pale white hair that has has been passed through in the natural course of time. Although the strength from his prime is all but a thing of the past, he is nonetheless still one of the... if not, the most formidable Warrior that has ever graced in all of Whitemoor. Many hold him high regard due to his masterful battle prowess coupled with his brilliant strategic mind that has quelled multiple uprisings, rebellions, and war during his youth. His name is Malic Logharster, the 34th Guild Master of the Warrior''s Guild with the Warrior class of . His uplifting spirit has encouraged the hearts of many and his domineering presence has terrorized the will of his adversaries. At all times, he wears his renowned set of intricate plate armor, a glistening white cuirass with armor shieldings of the same color on his arms, plated gauntlets and leggings. On his cuirass, a glorified tiny sculpture of the Lion can also be seen, no doubt being an illustrious symbol that served to represent the Guild and Chadena as a whole. At this time of peace, he currently spends his days leading the Guild in the heights of its splendid glory, managing the organization with deadly efficiency and training Warriors of the next generation as they carry on the will of protecting not only Whitemoor but the whole of Silverhart itself from whoever or whatever threatens it. Thus, Isamu being slightly at the edge is warranted as he''s on the very presence of one of the highly renowned and influential individuals of the land. Malic Logharster Lvl (??) - Health: (????) / (????) Stamina: (????) / (????) Mana: 2,631 / 2,631 The Cat-folk could only gulp apprehensively in response as he answers while bowing his head down in shame. "It''s a failure, Guild Master." Malic merely sighs in slight disappointment. "I see. I do hope that you have a legitimate reason for this. After all, failure in our ranks constitutes dire consequences to discourage such repeats." Isamu nods as he began telling Malic about the affairs days ago with Gray, starting with the pair''s first meeting of the Elf assisting the Cat-folk at the latter''s skirmish against the Bandits, how they were able to find out about the location of the Bandit Encampment that is inhabiting at the forest of Tamwall Valley by interrogating one of the Bandits. Isamu''s tone also started to show subtle signs of anger when he talks about the next events when they arrived at the vicinity of the Encampment, only to hear the conversations of the Bandit regarding them invading Oakwood and the innocent villagers that inhabit the place. The Cat-folk''s tone abruptly changes to gratification as he next talks about his new Elven friend, Gray''s elaborate plan of preventing that disaster from ever occurring. Indeed, Malic''s eyes widen a bit when he heard of what the Elven Arcanist did in order to drive the Bandits away from the Encampment, thus saving Oakwood from their vile intentions. "Interesting." Malic rubs his chin with intrigue. "The Elf''s plan might be slightly outlandish but it sure yields the intended results. Your friend was able to make the best out of the current situation and fit it as a favorable result. If he was a Warrior, then I would gladly welcome him in our ranks for showcasing such remarkable resourcefulness." "Well, he was a bit regretful of his actions though," Isamu added in his statement, causing Malic to raise an eyebrow on this. "He regrets not having the power of killing the Bandits at where they stand. But having no choice on the matter, he went with the most rational plan that he thought of with his abilities. He was rather persuasive when he convinced me in his crazy plan, with me doing my part by injuring him so that he can show off his convincing battle wounds to the Bandits." "I see." Malic simply nods as he eyed Isamu with utmost intent. "And how about you? Did you regret letting those outlaws go?" "To be honest, a little bit," Isamu answers with slight resentment on himself as he bows his head and faces the floor. "I may not have shown it to Gray to assure him that his decision is the right one, but I too feel the same regretful feeling as him. If only we were more powerful to intervene more directly and perhaps, end the outlaws right in their Encampment once and for all, but alas, this is the only way after we have argued about it in the initial stages of the planning. Those Bandits who went on their way will only perform their vile acts in other parts of the land." As Isamu shifted his head upwards, he was slightly taken aback at seeing Malic smiling at him. "Sometimes¡­" Malic sighed deeply as he lectures the Cat-folk. "You are presented with some tough choices, choices that will question the very morality that you fight for. As a leader, one must have the courage to make tough yet wise decisions that would earn some form of disapproval from your subordinates. If that''s the case, then choosing the choice that yields a better balance of virtue and outcome is the logical action to pursue in your every endeavor, a lesser evil if one should say. Letting those bandits go may have been detrimental, but at the very least, both of you have acted according to what''s best in your current circumstance to come up with a suitable outcome. Seeing that you two still don''t possess the necessary capacity to fight toe to toe with overwhelming numbers of Bandits, I''m glad that you did not act rashly and instead, think rationally amidst the difficult situation." "I¡­ you''re right." Isamu simply nods with a thoughtful expression. "Thank you for your input, Guild Master." "Although, you did technically fail on your mission, a rank advancement quest that I personally assigned to you," Malic said in an instant, his tone a bit harsh. "But I suppose I''ll be lenient as you did contribute in saving Oakwood by making use of your cat ears to eavesdrop on the Bandits'' conversation, resulting in finding out about their vile intentions. You also helped your companion by going along with his plan by means of injuring him to falsify his claims to the Bandits. Although this does not warrant a promotion since you were not the one who thought of the plan, I''ll make sure to reward you for your efforts at least." Malic took out something from his Inventory as an elaborate-looking Greatsword with a detailed face of the lion that serves as the pommel. The grip is blue in color with the guard silver like his plate armor. Isamu indeed could not help but be awe-stricken by such weaponry. "I grant you one of my blades from my personal armory, use it wisely." (Epic Greatsword) Level Requirement: 13 Attribute Requirement: 32 Strength, 27 Endurance Damage: 230 Enchantments: Shout skill cooldown is decreased by 25%, +10 Strength, +5 Speech. Item Description: A blade once owned by Guild Master Malic during his early days in the Guild. Although it was quickly replaced by an even more powerful weapon, the sword is still noteworthy for its enchantments suited for starting Champions. "I thank you for such a fine blade, Guild Master," Isamu said with appreciation as he received the Greatsword. Malic nods with a solemn smile. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. Discover the location of the Bandit Base at Tamwall Valley and report your findings back to Guild Master Malic. [?] Quest Rewards granted: , 3,000 XP LEVEL UP!! YOU RECEIVED 5 ATTRIBUTE POINTS!! YOU RECEIVED 1 ABILITY POINT!! ''Huh, I guess it''s about time I leveled up.'' Isamu thought with a smirk as he saw his own System Notification making the announcement. His way of distributing his Attribute point is simple. Two points in Strength, another two in Endurance, and the last one in Speech. Being a Champion, Diplomacy is also a must if one hopes to inspire his allies and settle disputes with the tactful use of the tongue. Since he already learned every skill in the Tier 1 section of his Discipline, he can''t spend his Ability point in that particular matter. But that is not an issue. In fact, the more Ability points that you have, the better, since the points are a necessity in spending on various other skills from different sources that are outside of the System itself. That is why one must be clever when they are going to learn a new skill as to not waste any of the precious points, the main reason why most of the people opted to reserve it. "If you don''t have any more inquiries with me, then I suppose we are done here." Malic states as he crosses his arms. "If you are truly regretful and aim to become stronger, you may ask one of the Senior Members to teach you a thing or two during their spare time. I suggest Froidan for Greatsword fundamentals and training or my old friend, Krothu for anything that''s related. Of course, I could train you myself in both aspects but my duties as both the Guild Master and a member of the Count''s court are already taxing enough in my part." "I''ll heed your advice, Guild Master," Isamu said with appreciation. Then he bows his head down respectfully as he announces his intentions of leaving the office. "I must beg my leave." A nod of acknowledgment is what he receives from Malic as Isamu makes his departure from the office. "I suppose I should be meeting up with Gray at the Fighter''s Retreat," Isamu mutters to himself. "I bet he has not had a taste of the ''Golden Lion'' yet, hehe. He''ll definitely be in for a big surprise." And with that, Isamu makes his plans of leaving the Guild, going to the Fighter''s Retreat where he''ll have some good ole drinking with his new Elven friend. 44 An invitation "Ugh, my fucking head." The very next morning, Gray Allister felt his head being heavy as he struggled upon waking up. Regaining his vision, the Elf now looks confused as he saw the unfamiliar room at where he is at. "Let''s see," Gray muttered to himself as he tries to recall the events that have occurred last night. "I had a drinking contest with Isamu, drank about 4 or maybe 5 mugs of the mead and then¡­ fuck, I can''t really remember that much except loud music coupled with some cheers and shouts." "This seriously sucks," Gray grumbles under his breath as he clutches his head in slight pain as he currently experiences the hang-over effects of his drunken reveling with the cat-folk. "But first things first." The Elf said as he eyes his surroundings with wary. "Where the hell am I? This is the second time that I wake up in an unfamiliar room, with the first one being at Rarsu''s place. I hope this won''t be a normal occurrence in the future." The room is small, too small in fact, kind of similar to Darlene''s room back when he spends the night with the Mills family at Oakwood. Aside from the single bed and a tiny cabinet table right beside it, there''s really nothing else to see. He also notices that he is half-naked as well, only dressed in his usual khaki long pants while bare-footed. As he evaluates his current situation, Gray opens up his Inventory to check if something is stolen from him. After all, a drunk man is someone that can easily be taken advantage of. After verifying the contents of his Inventory, Gray sighs in utmost relief seeing that all of his items are currently intact, most especially his valuable Godly items that were granted willingly by the Divines themselves. Thankfully, the mead was cheap, so his gold was not that drastically lowered that would threaten his current way of living. Equipping his robes, tunic, and boots, the Elf stood up from the bed in preparation to leave. With him seemingly recovered and ready to go, he departs from the room as he opens the wooden door right in front of him. Finally, out of the room, his sights now greet him at the familiar interiors of the Fighter''s Retreat, with him standing on the second floor of the establishment as he eyed the entire overview of the first floor from above. As he wonders his eyes around, the Elf saw Isamu sitting at the bar counter having a chat with an old human, the tavern keeper presumably, evident by the man''s clothing consisting of a brown apron that covers his white shirt, black pants, and brown shoes. As Gray descends the staircase to greet the Cat-folk, Isamu and the tavern keeper heard his footsteps as they stop their discussion and set their gazes at the Elf. "Well, well, look who''s finally awake!!" The tavern keeper said with a joyous tone. "If it isn''t the Elf from last night''s celebration!!" Gray could only widen his eyes a bit at seeing a man that he does not know addresses him in a familiar manner as the Elf took his seat beside Isamu. "I believe we have not introduced ourselves formally." The tavern keeper said friendlily. "My name is Herry Oweyn, the proprietor of the Fighter''s Retreat. At your service." Herry Oweyn Lvl 9: Health: 931 / 931 Stamina: 679 / 679 Mana: 310 / 310 "Gray Allister." The Elf simply told his name to the tavern keeper with a nod as both of them acquaint themselves with one another. "Never pictured you for a party man." Gray heard Isamu commenting as the latter smirks playfully. "When you challenged me to a drinking contest, I sincerely assumed that this will be an easy victory for me. I gave up after four whole mugs while you''re still ongoing with your fifth and had no intention of stopping anytime soon!! You certainly are capable of holding your liquor to great amounts, huh." "And let''s not forget the part after your drinking with Isamu," Herry adds into the conversation. "You just went right straight ahead at the center of the stage and suddenly begun dancing with the Bards. By the Divines, even the Bards themselves are amazed by such dance movements never before seen as you performed and exhibit right before our very eyes!! What was the name of that dance again?" "Ah, I believe he called it, the ''Gangnam Style'' while he addresses it in front of the whole crowd." Isamu nods as he recalls it despite being slightly drunk. "And the people here at the tavern are so amazed that they went along with your groove accompanied with the music played by the Bards. The entirety of the tavern all revel at the new dance style together, with you as the esteemed man leading the festivities. Yup, only someone with a high Speech skill can truly pull that off as you influence the locals with your dance, including myself. It''s definitely a night that we would never forget, hahaha!!" "You fulfilled the people''s satisfaction with cheers and smiles last night." Herry smiles sincerely at him. "For that, you have my sincere gratitude." Gray was unmistakably speechless by what they have just said to him, his eyes disbelieving by the absurdity of the act that he has done. ''Wait, I literally did that!?'' The Elf thought with utmost disbelief. ''And of all the dance moves that I have learned in my past life, what came into my fucking mind when I chose the Gangnam style of all things!? Have I doomed this town to unthinkable darkness with one of the crazy antics of K-pop culture?!!'' The Elf certainly was taken aback as he sighed deeply and merely look down in embarrassment with a flushed face. "Well, to be honest, I was not really in control of myself of my actions that night due to me being greatly intoxicated by Divine knows how many mugs of mead," Gray answers them and then questions. "After all that, what happens next?" "You kept dancing to your heart''s content until simply passing out." Herry answers to the Elf. "Isamu and I had to carry you at one of the tavern rooms for you to rest. Don''t worry about the rent. After the enjoyment that you provided for all of us, it''s free of charge." "I¡­ see, thank you then." Gray merely replies, still could not get over with the shock about him being drunk that caused him to drastically act in a rather outgoing manner. Sure, when he''s drunk, it may cause him to be extremely extroverted, especially at the parties back at Earth where he would just let go and act all social and unreserved. But never did he expect that a crazy situation like this would happen, especially in an RPG set in a fantasy-driven world. "Oh, and before I forget." Herry quickly adds as he brought out a letter from his pocket and gave it to Gray. "The Bards told me that they indeed had a wonderful time being with your presence and asked me to deliver you a message through this note. Sadly, they can''t do it themselves as they told me that they have a tight schedule and must depart immediately for Oseginia to perform for an upcoming festival in that town." Gray nods in acknowledgment as he unfolds the letter and starts to read the contents. "Dear, Sir Allister It was a momentous occasion for all of us at beholding such awe-inspiring dance never before seen throughout the course of Silverhart''s rich history. Those dance moves, every step, every choreography, they were simply breathtaking, truly marvelous indeed. We would be thrilled if you do us the consideration of allowing us to analyze and study this ''Gangnam Style'' that you refer to your sequence of enthralling steps. As such, we at the Bardic University would like to extend our formal invitations to you at our prestigious institution at the Jewel City of Flocaster. If you ever stop by at the town, don''t hesitate to make your way into the university as we would unquestionably most welcome you. We would be extremely honored if a talented dancing genius such as yourself would join us and impart your prodigious talents among the Bardic ranks. Hoping for your positive response and arrival. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. (Signed and with a stamp of a musical note) - Hubard Launceletus, Senior Faculty staff of the Bardic University." [It appears that the Bards that you were drunkenly acquainted with are members from the Bardic University. They were definitely impressed by your unique dance moves that may have just innovated the musical world of this land. As a result, you were invited to the Bardic University at Flocaster to learn more about the rich wonders of the melody that grace within the poets and troubadours.] - Investigate the Bardic University at Flocaster. - (????) YES / NO ''I suppose I should.'' Were Gray''s thoughts as he presses YES, seeing no harm in it. ''Maybe there''s some rich rewards that await me in the quest. And me being a bard? Sounds kind of interesting in my opinion. I do hope that joining this faction or university will yield me benefits, especially in my Speech skills.'' After everything has settled, Gray and Isamu ordered a bowl of fine hot chicken soup for each of them from Herry to alleviate their hang-over symptoms from last night. "After our breakfast, we should get going to the guild," Isamu suggested to Gray. "Ethan most probably have returned from his mission yesterday. I also have to report to my superiors for training." "Good idea." Gray nods in agreement. And with that, the pair waited for their meal as they continue their chat with Isamu indulging Gray about some of his random adventures and moments of his life. 45 Back at the guild After saying their farewells to the tavern keeper of the Fighter''s Retreat, Herry, Gray and Isamu make their way into the Warrior''s Guild to fulfill each of their respective intentions. For Isamu, it''s merely a part of his duty as a member of the guild, fulfilling contracts or quests to help the people in need. But this time though, the Cat-folk''s aim is slightly different. He hopes to get some training with two of the guild''s senior members to improve his fundamentals in the greatsword and learn more about his Warrior class of . With Gray though, he expects the arrival of Ethan Mills, the son of Eric and Deliah from the village of Oakwood. He was tasked by Deliah specifically to deliver Ethan the letter on her behalf in hopes of being in touch. The Warrior''s Guild is not that far from the tavern, only about twenty minutes of trekking on the streets. As such, it''s certainly convenient for the members of the guild because they can spend their free time, usually at night to indulge themselves in the joyful festivities of the tavern at a reasonable walking distance. While the pair of Warrior and Mage walk around the streets of the town, many of the townsfolk around the vicinity that the pair passed through are seen to be waving their hands with grins on their merry faces, all directed at the Elf. Some of them even whistled cheerfully at seeing Gray while others are seen to be performing as they mimic the ''Gangnam style'' itself with genuine waves of laughter all over their expression. The Elf smiles sheepishly in response to the applause being poured out to him as he deduced that these people are most likely the ones that witnessed him dancing with the Bards last night at the Fighter''s Retreat. Gray could also see some of the town''s young women blowing air kisses and winking at him seductively, causing the Elf to simply blush like the virgin he is. As the two kept on walking, they finally arrived at the guild and entered the establishment. Inside the guild, Gray and Isamu proceeded to the reception area where Shael happily greets them accommodatingly. "Why hello there little Isamu." The Elven receptionist greets the Cat-folk that she knows too well, evident by the nickname she addresses him. "Here for another quest, perhaps?" "Not this time, ma''am." Isamu shook his head. "I''m here to see Sir Krothu or Sir Froidan, whoever is available preferably." "Hmm." Shael rubs her chin in thinking. "Froidan, as per usual, is always standing on guard at the entrance to the fourth floor as per his duties and responsibilities, meaning he won''t be available unless otherwise dismissed by the senior members, which usually happens at around five in the afternoon. As for Krothu though, he''s a rather hard orc to find. He''s either at the temple of Agveyr in the Boscage paying his respects or at his usual area at the outskirts of the town in the farmlands doing his own personal training." "I''ll meet up with Sir Krothu then first," Isamu said. "Thank you for the information." "Always happy to help." Shael smiles with inclination. After Isamu was finished conducting business with Shael, the Elven receptionist turns her attention to her fellow Elf and greeted Gray with enthusiasm as fit to her job description. "And greetings to you as well, Gray Allister." "Likewise." Gray returns the gesture with a smile of his own. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. "Before we get on with your business here," Shael said as her expression turned intrigued all of a sudden, much to Gray''s confusion. "Correct me if I''m wrong, but is it true about the rumors that occurred last night at the Fighter''s Retreat? I overheard some of the Warriors talking about how you marveled the crowd inside with astonishing and intricate dancing moves that even the Bards themselves are amazed by such performance." Gray chuckles embarrassingly in response as he answers. "Y-yeah, I guess I did that." "Haha, you should have seen him in person, ma''am!!" Isamu joins in the chat as he wrapped his arms around Gray in a friendly manner. "He was overwhelming with so much Charisma last night that everyone inside the tavern was simply awe-stricken by such entertaining movements as we all followed shortly after, including myself. The entire tavern definitely erupted with revelry and chaos as we wallow ourselves with drinking and Gray''s dancing." "So, the rumors are indeed true." Shael merely giggles at this. "I do hope that you find Chadena to your liking, Gray. You''ve certainly brought smiles on the faces of the people around here." "The town is a pleasant sight, that I can only tell, so far," Gray said in response, resulting in Shael smiling at his favorable reply. "Now unto your business then." Shael instantly shifts the nature of the conversation as the gossiping concludes. "I assume that you are here for Ethan, right?" Gray nods in agreement. "Is he here now?" "Well, you''re in luck." The Elven woman stated favorably. "Ethan and his group just came back two hours ago from their successful mission. He is currently in his quarters on the second floor. Shall I call him here?" "Yes please," Gray said. "It is imperative that I give the letter from his mother. "Very well then." Shael answers and calls one of the low-level Warriors available, a human with a simple set of mail armor, around the corner. "Do you know of your fellow guildmate named Ethan Mills?" "Ethan? Yeah, I know him, ma''am." The Warrior answers her. "What do you want with him?" "Kindly tell the boy to come down here. Someone here wants to give him a letter." Shael instructs the man. "Someone¡­" The Warrior mutters as he turned his eyes at Gray, his eyes widening with utmost surprise at an instant as he seemed to recognize the Elf. "By Agveyr''s blade, it''s you!!!" "Uh, do I know you?" Gray was genuinely perplexed by the man''s reaction. "It''s no mistake, you''re the Elf that has demonstrated those dancing moves last night, the ''Gangnam Style'' that you called it if I''m not mistaken!!!'' The Warrior was simply at awe at the Elf as his eyes gleamed in excitement. "Hehe, that''s me alright." Gray could only respond with a chuckle. The Warrior was not exactly subtle with his praise to the elf as more of his guildmates from the notice board turned their eyes on the conversation ongoing as their attention unquestionably was piqued upon seeing the now renowned Elf. "I can''t believe it, it''s the dancing Elf from last night!!" "By the Jester, what is he doing here?" "Is he going to perform here as well?!!" "Perhaps he must be blessed by the Divine Musician himself!!!" "Such spectacular dance moves you have performed Sir Elf. The ''Gangnam Style'', we want to see it again!!" A small portion of the guild, the ones who were at the tavern last night, erupted in the approvals and cheers as they saw the very man himself in person. Gray merely smiles sheepishly as the guildmembers surround him in a chaotic fashion. "Ehem!!!" The Warriors were suddenly interrupted when they all heard Shael calling for their attention as she cleared her throat with an unamused look. "Gentlemen." They could all see the angered look of the Elven receptionist that''s similar to the devil himself which promised pain and suffering to the ones who dare to defy her, an expression very much in contrast to her kind and welcoming personality that she displayed to Gray and Isamu earlier. "I have no issues whatsoever of you giving recognition to our new friend here but kindly do it in an orderly custom as that would not violate the sanctity of the guildhalls at which you very stand. I''m sure you don''t want to be disciplined harshly now, would we?" "Y-yes, ma''am." They all answered in unison with a fearful look. Except for the Warrior who was tasked to find Ethen, all of them instantly went back at the notice board in choosing their contracts to undertake. ''Wow.'' Gray was clearly amazed as he witnessed how terrified the Warriors are when they were reprimanded by the receptionist herself. ''Despite being a , Ms. Shael must be a highly regarded individual in the guild that even the Warriors themselves listen to her without question. It''s probably best not to get on her bad side. She was certainly quite scary when she gave the look to them. Heck, even Isamu beside me was not spared at the act.'' Indeed, he could see the Cat-folk shivering in fear out of character with a distressed look on his face. "Anyways." Shael turns her expression back to her all kind nature as she all smiled in her usual character once again. "I apologize for the commotion that the guild members have demonstrated to you, Gray. They can be a rough bunch at times, but they''re all good people, that I can very much assure you." "Oh, there no need to apologize." Gray raises his hands in waving. "Their reactions are understandable and there''s no harm done." "I thank you for your understanding." Shael bows down with respect. Then she faces the Warrior who was instructed to call Ethan. "Well, you know your orders young man, get a move on then." "Right away, ma''am!!" The man responds in an instant as he immediately left the scene and went upstairs on the second floor for the fulfillment of his task. Shael faces Gray again as she said. "Ethan will be coming down here shortly." Gray simply nods in response as he and Isamu in the meantime wait for the son of Eric and Deliah for the Elf to meet in person. 46 Ethan Mills After Gray and Isamu waited for around seven minutes, a brown-haired young boy was seen to be approaching the reception lobby and inquires something with Shael regarding him being summoned downstairs. Shael simply beams as she directed the boy at Gray who is sitting on a nearby bench. The boy thanked her and proceeded to make his way to Gray and Isamu''s spot at where they are sitting. "Excuse me." The boy greets the Elf. "I heard from Lady Shael about you giving a letter." Gray eyed at the young boy, taking a closer inspection at his features. The boy has brown hair and a youthful look of a young adult. He is clad in a leather cuirass that covers the chest of his long-sleeved mail shirt. He wears gloves, leggings and boots made out of leather as well. "Ethan Mills, I presume?" Gray asks the boy in clarification as he stood up from the bench. Find authorized novels in Webnovel£¬faster updates, better experience£¬Please click www.novelhall.com for visiting. Ethan Mills Level 14 Health: 1821 / 1821 Stamina: 834 / 834 Mana: 298 / 298 "You presume correctly." The boy, now confirmed as Ethan himself, responds with a nod. "Good," Gray responded with approval as he took out the sealed note from Deliah and hands it over to him. "The letter came from your mother in Oakwood, Deliah Mills as she personally requested me to give it to you." "I see." Ethan smiles with gratitude. "Thank you for going through the troubles kind sir. I''ve been waiting for this letter for days." "My pleasure." Gray returns the recognition with also a smile of his own. Ethan wasted no time in unsealing the letter as he immediately read his mother''s message. After a few minutes, Ethan finishes reading the letter as he looks at Gray with a grateful expression, much to the Elf''s slight confusion. "Y-you''re Gray Allister, am I correct?" Ethan asks him with a look of anticipation. "That''s my name, yes." Gray nods in agreement, a bit perplexed as he did not even mention his name to the human boy. "How do you know of me?" Gray''s confusion instantly skyrocketed even further as the young boy slowly prostrates himself into the ground sincerely right in front of him. "Huh, what in Agveyr''s blade has gotten into him all of a sudden?" Isamu who is currently sitting on the bench questions his fellow guild member''s actions while eating a loaf of bread that he got from his Inventory. "I thank you from the bottom of my heart, Sir Gray," Ethan replied with utmost gratitude. "I have read my mother''s letter and found out that you have saved my father from the brink of death. For that, you have my eternal recognition." ''Oh, so that''s why.'' Gray thought as he realizes why Ethan is overreacting in this kind of manner. "Think nothing of it." The Arcanist grins as he offered the young boy a hand for him to stand up. "I only did what is naturally right." Ethan happily accepts Gray''s hand as he rises from the floor. Isamu, having finished eating his snack, joined in with the conversation as he said to Ethan. "And let''s not forget about the fact that Gray here has risked his life by saving your village from some bandits who intent on invading Oakwood for their sick purposes." "Wait, what!?" Ethan was flabbergasted by what the Cat-folk stated. "Invading Oakwood!? What do you mean?" Isamu smirks as he tells Ethan about everything that transpired days ago at the Bandit Encampment. About how Gray devised a plan for the Cat-folk injure him so that he can showcase his falsified battle wounds while impersonating a bandit to fool the outlaws into thinking that high-leveled Warriors from the guild have come for them. The resulting deception causes the bandits to leave their Encampment out of fear from being hunted by the Warriors who they didn''t know are merely fabrications weaved by the Elf. Indeed, Ethan was utterly at awe after hearing the story as he stared at Gray like the Elf with even more gratitude than ever before. "I¡­" Ethan''s voice trembles. "I don''t know what to say. It appears that you have done Oakwood a huge service, even if they¡­ we didn''t realize it. On behalf of my home village, I thank you again." "No problem." Gray answers with a smile. "It''s an honor to help." "Of course, my eternal recognition wouldn''t cut it. I must at least give you something like a proper way of rewarding such noble acts." Ethan added as he strokes his chin on what to give the Elf. "It''s fine, really." Gray insists but Ethan was having none of that. After a short while, an idea suddenly struck inside the young warrior''s mind as he seemed to have remembered something. Ethan proceeded to open his Inventory and conjures an item from it. "Here, Sir Gray," Ethan beholds some sort of necklace to him. "My party and I found this necklace at a dead body of an unfortunate adventurer inside the cave at the west where we performed our quest of eliminating giant monster spiders that have been infesting the place. After inspecting the item, we found out that it''s no use for us since the stats are more suitable for a Mage seemingly such as yourself. Instead of selling the item, I believe that you can put it to good use." Item Received: (Uncommon Necklace) Lvl Requirement: 14 Attribute Requirement: 30 Intelligence Enchantments: +6 Intelligence, +20% Mana Regeneration. "It''s a decent item," Gray replied with a thankful tone as he immediately equips the necklace. "I''ll gladly accept it then." Ethan sincerely smiles with the Elf''s favorable response. Then, the boy opted to take the conversation''s direction in a personal stance. "Since my mother has given this letter to you, perhaps she has unraveled the tale of how my father and I were not on good terms prior to me leaving the village, right?" Ethan asks the Elf. Gray solely nods as he remembers Deliah telling him about it. "Pa may be against me on becoming an esteemed Warrior and instead, wishes for me to spend the rest of my days in the peace of our home village, but he''s still my father nonetheless and I love him as his only son," Ethan spoke with pride and longing on his voice which has not gone unnoticed by Gray. "It appears that you missed your family then." Gray crosses his arms in consultation. "And also, you are doing quite well yourself from what I see." "Yes." Ethan nods enthusiastically. "Our last quest that I mentioned earlier has earned our group the favor of Sir Thardir himself. So, it will only be a matter of time until I get the promotion, hehe." "Sir Thardir? Heh, impressive." Isamu commented from the sidelines with a teasing smirk. "But I''ll be getting that promotion first and climb my way to the very top, laddie." "In your wildest dreams perhaps, cat." Ethan retorted at the Cat-folk with a playful grin of his own. "Tsk, cheeky human brat." Isamu retains his smirk. "Anyways," Gray said to Ethan as the two Warriors faced him. "I believe it''s about time that you visit your family perhaps. Your mother really misses you as to how she speaks to me about you." "I''m not sure." Ethan ponders with a sad look and looks at the floor. "Pa might not be thrilled to see me though." "Maybe," Gray stated. "But would you rather live for the rest of your life with a heavy heart of remorse between you and your father? I believe Eric only wants what''s best for you and seeing that you are living a good life, I''m sure he''ll be just as proud as your mother. After all, nothing beats the feeling of a father seeing that his own son has been living a gratified life." ''And I know my dad did.'' Gray added on his thoughts based on his personal experience, a sad smile gracing on his face as he remembered his good old man who he may never see again back on Earth. SPEECH CHECK: 29 SPEECH REQUIREMENTS: 28 RECEIVED 80 XP [+7 GOOD] "I¡­ you''re right." Ethan smiles heartily as he looks up at Gray with renewed vigor. "I suppose it''s about time that I pay respects to my family and the very home village that I was born to in this world. Yes, I''ll be visiting them as soon as I''m available." "Good to know." Gray nods with utmost approval at his decision. "I''m sure you still need some rest from your recent quest, so I''ll not be taking much of your time then. We''ll be taking our leave." "Of course." Ethan respectfully bows at Gray. "Good journeys to you, Sir Gray." "And to you as well, Ethan." Gray returns the gesture with a nod as he turns around to leave, with Isamu following him behind as he got up from the bench. And with that, the pair of Elf and Cat-folk make their way out of the guild, now that their business has been concluded. - Deliver the letter to Ethan in Chadena. [?] Quest rewards granted: 1,500 XP Quest Bonus granted: 47 Allegiances and Impersonation Stepping foot outside out of the guild, Gray and Isamu stated their plans of what they are going to from this point onward. But first things first, the Elf could not help but wonder at the Quest Bonus that was granted to him earlier upon the completion of his quest in giving Ethan the letter of his mother earlier. Since Gray does not currently know what category the Quest Bonus reward belongs to, he decided to open his every UI until he finds the name that is . A very short while later, Gray was able to find the name. Surprisingly, it is listed in his Character UI where a new list seems to have appeared as it integrates itself in the said UI. - These are the list of settlements that have earned either your devotion or fear as you rise on your glorious path to being the most powerful and influential person in the whole land. (Devoted) - Your sequence of noble actions and feats for the village of Oakwood has earned you the loyalty and trust of the villagers. As such, you are an aspiring individual that they now highly look up to as your fame spread rapidly within their hearts. With your bidding, Oakwood to a reasonable extent has your support in your noble endeavors to come. Village Information: Ruler: Count of Chadena Your position: Influential Individual / Local hero / Champion of Wynather Prosperity: Average Influence: High Assets: Unavailable for now Reports: Unavailable for now Notable Individuals known: Theodore Grant (Village Head), Eric Mills (Noteworthy villager), Owner of the General Goods. After reading the set of new information presented to him, Gray''s eyes blink in a pleasant surprise at examining this kind of feature being assimilated into his system. ''Neat.'' Gray mentally cheers at the prospect of perhaps a possible system relating to settlement management. ''Hehe, this sure is awesome. This means that earning a settlement''s favor will grant me benefits, most likely related to money and properties. I wonder if I can hold the same respectable position here in Chadena as well? After all, I can feel some progress regarding that, seeing as how I earned some of the townsfolk''s favor by making a tomfoolery out of myself caused by the dance last night at the tavern. The possibility of being a governor or gaining some political power of some sort in the future is certainly exciting in my part.'' Gray could not resist a wide smile gracing forth on his youthful face. Aside from RPG, he also enjoys games that have some aspect of kingdom building such as Mount and Blade, Total War, and other games of similar genres. As such, his reaction is truly justifiable upon him learning a marvelous feature that has mingled into his system. While the Elf is currently lost on his happy thoughts, Isamu who is beside him interrupts him as the Cat-folk asserts his intentions to the Elf. \"I''ll be going first to the Temple of Agveyr at the Boscage for the time being,\" Isamu said. \"Krothu most likely will be there at this moment in the morning praying. If not, then to the farmlands it is.\" \"The Boscage huh.\" Gray rubs his chin in pondering. \"I suppose I''ll head on there too, to the Magus Emporium specifically, to see how Selena is doing and ask my new Master if I''m allowed to stay there for the night since I''ll be starting my apprenticeship tomorrow.\" \"Ah, your Sentinel, correct?\" Isamu asks in clarification, remembering Gray talking about her during their chat at the Fighter''s Retreat last night. Gray nods in response to his questioning remark. \"But before going to the Emporium, perhaps I''ll accompany you first to the temple. I''m also quite curious about how the place looks like inside.\" \"I''m glad for your company once again,\" Isamu smirks as they both agreed with their intentions and started walking as they make their way to the garden district of Chadena. \"Say, Isamu.\" Gray could not help but question the cat-folk out of pure curiosity. \"What''s the deal with Shael? The people inside the guild seemed to hold her in high regard despite being a low-leveled . Not to mention how they obey her without question with fearful looks on their faces. Heck, even you yourself are trembling with the same reaction right beside me.\" \"Ah, that.\" Isamu realizes where Gray is going about this as he grins. \"Lady Shael¡­ is not who you think she is, at first glance at least. Many would mistake her for a simple as depicted by her status bar. But what most don''t know is that it''s all a fa?ade.\" \"A facade?\" Gray tilted his head in confusion and makes his deduction. \"You mean her status bar is a fake?\" \"Hehe, you''re quite fast at deducing things, I can give you that.\" Isamu nods in approval. \"The skill of is truly phenomenal indeed. Just like what you did when you disguised yourself as a bandit back at the Encampment, Lady Shael in a manner of speaking, disguised herself as well to match her current persona as a simple receptionist of the guild to ease the civilians when they conduct business in the guild when they converse with her. Obviously, all of us at the guild know of her true strength as a warrior, the exclusive female warrior class of to be more specific, thus we at the guild show her only the proper respect that she deserves. That, and she''s also the wife of Guild Master Malic himself. So yeah, no one even has the intention of pursuing her despite her immense beauty, hence they risk the wrath of the husband, haha.\" \"Wow.\" Gray was slightly taken aback at the information being provided to him about the receptionist of the Warrior''s Guild. \"That sounds astonishing. No wonder the warriors complied with her in an instant. So, the skill also has some benefits such as that. But if I remember correctly in the skill''s description, the skill is only limited to weakening oneself, right?\" \"You are correct.\" Isamu nods. \"So, we wouldn''t have to worry about witnessing a weakling disguised as one of the 12 divines themselves. Despite its undeniable benefits, it also poses a risk since many vile individuals, especially criminals, spies, and rogues, would take advantage of the skill to infiltrate in any organization or town for whatever interests that they have. As such, don''t rely too much on their status bar and instead, take the time to observe their every actuation and movement for anything that is out of the ordinary.\" \"I see, you got a point right there,\" Gray said as he indeed finds the skill extremely useful, evident by how he was able to slip into the Encampment unscathed. Thankfully, he also thought of adding injuries to snatch the bandits'' attention away from their thoughts of asking who he really is. After their talk, both opted to remain quiet throughout their walk as they merely marvel at the sights that the town is showing to them. And in about half an hour, both of them finally arrived at the familiar garden district that is the Boscage. And speaking of districts, a question suddenly pops inside the Elf''s mind as he asks the Cat-folk. \"Hey Isamu. You mentioned this town about having four districts, right?\" \"Yes.\" Isamu answers. \"Why do you ask?\" \"Well, I''ve only been at three districts, namely the Commerce district, the Residential district, and right here at the Boscage. I''ve never set foot in the fourth one. What''s the name of that district by the way?\" \"Ah, that one.\" Isamu nods in understanding at Gray''s curiosity. \"The fourth district, hahaha. To be honest, I completely forgot to tell you about it. As a matter of fact, the Warrior''s Guild itself is a small part of the fourth district that you are wondering about. So, technically speaking, you already set your foot on every district that Chadena has to offer. The district is simply called the Administration district, where the court of Chadena, led by the Count, fulfill their duties and responsibilities in administering the town''s various affairs.\" Gray nods in reply, finally satisfied now that he knows every district of the town. As that topic is enlightened in Gray''s favor, both now proceed to the temple, with Isamu''s intention of finding the Orc Warrior, Krothu for him to get some training. With the two arriving outside of the temple, Gray took a closer inspection of its exterior. The temple itself can be described as simple which is accompanied by the architectural structure of stones. Looking further at the religious establishment, it is as quaint as the chantry back at Oakwood with almost similar in terms of structure. A huge bell also hangs within a steeple on the top, as most churches do. \"Behold, the temple of Agveyr.\" Isamu presented Gray the temple that''s situated on the Boscage. \"This is the place of worship where the citizens of Chadena pay their respects and prayers to the God of War, Agveyr, in hopes of the Divine granting us everlasting triumph in our hardships. Being the God of War himself, he is naturally revered by us Warriors as his blessings confer us the necessary strength in achieving victory in our future battles to come.\" Gray simply responds in acknowledgment at what the Cat-folk said to him. As such, they both advanced to step foot inside the temple, with the hopes of the orc, Krothu being present inside. 48 Temple of Agveyr As they enter the temple of Agveyr, Gray observes the magnificent and glorious vicinity that makes up the interiors of the holy building. As expected of a temple dedicated to the War God, there are various weaponry and armors of every kind and design hanging everywhere on the walls, showcasing it as more like an armory rather than an establishment dedicated to religion. Well, in Gray''s perspective at least. But for the devotees of the Divine God Agveyr, each aspect of all that is shown here in the temple is dedicated to the belief to the said god, a characteristic truly befitting for a Divine that is the persona of warfare and victory. Stained glass also makes up the temple''s design, showcasing arts that depict the struggles of bloodshed happening throughout a whole battlefield. The elf could also see some of the town''s citizens in here as they offer their prayers in religious worship by sitting at the row of Pews. But what caught the Elf''s attention the most is the altar that stands right at the very front end, most probably representing the God, Agveyr himself. \"So, this is the temple of Agveyr.\" Gray comments as his eyes wander all over the place with sheer curiosity and admiration. \"Forgive me for sounding strange but I sincerely thought that this is a storeroom for weapons and armor.\" \"It''s for the purpose of religious worship\" Isamu answers him, understanding the elf''s uncertainty regarding the matter. \"Weapons and armors are also what symbolizes Agveyr in his mighty divinity.\" \"Right.\" Gray nods as he merely dismissed in discussing the viewpoint of said religion further. After all, it''s their belief, so he wouldn''t question it if it entitles no sort of harm whatsoever. But on the basis of practicality, he still asks. \"With all the weapons and armor being displayed here for everyone to see, isn''t it kind of impractical? After all, it might attract thieves and other criminal elements in the temptation of stealing the equipment.\" \"Heh, you may be right.\" Isamu nods at Gray''s logical remark. \"But no one would dare to perform such an atrocious act. Here at the temple, there are warriors from the guild who are stationed here as they are tasked to guard the equipment, see?\" Indeed, Gray saw around three warriors patrolling around the place vigilantly, clearly on the lookout for anything that is out of place and anyone who has the audacity to defile the sanctity of the glorious temple. \"Alright then.\" Gray was convinced as he and Isamu proceeded to explore further inside the temple to look for a certain orc. Throughout their endeavors, disappointment hit Isamu straight to his furry face as they were not able to find the orc after scouring the entire interiors. \"Tsk, it looks like he is most likely at the farmlands then.\" The cat-folk clicked his tongue in annoyance. \"Hehe, a wasted journey for you.\" Gray teases him a bit while crossing his arms. \"Maybe,\" Isamu stated with a smirk. \"Since we''re here, we might as well offer our prayers to the temple shrine.\" \"The shrine huh,\" Gray said as he points at the altar at the front. \"You mean that statue over there?\" Isamu nods in response as he gestured the elf to follow him at the Pews on the front row for them to sit and pray. As they reached their sits, Gray could not help but notice at the spectacle that is the altar. The huge sculpture embodying the Divine is truly a work of art. Unlike Wynather''s silver statue back at Oakwood, Agveyr''s characterization is leagues ahead in terms of the substance being used, sporting its material made solely out of pure gold. Every detail is indeed crafted to perfection as if the sculptor himself pours all his dedication for the sake of creating a masterpiece that is worthy of portraying one of the 12 Divines. The altar shows what it seems to be an imposing and muscular human male figure. His equipment shows something very similar to an exquisite armor set of what an accomplished Roman General would wear in his time. The plate of chest armor is also a complex wonder that offers both design and protection. Emblazoned across the chest is the insignia of a lion, along with some additional embellishments. An array of ornaments adorns the apron-like belt and two more act as a grip on the front. Under his chest armor is a wool tunic. His lower equipment consists of the mentioned belt with leather strips that protect his lower body. Heavy weights on the bottom of each layer kept the strips in balance. The helmet that he wears is what Gray recognizes is a Galea, a headgear that is worn by the soldiers of the Roman Empire from what the elf remembers in his original world''s history. The god also possesses two weapons shown in each of his hands. His left-hand showcase a long spear with dragon-like design as he rests its blunt end on the ground while the other hand holds an intricate-looking sword with a slightly upward curved guard. Gray indeed was amazed by the Godly figure witnessed before his very perceptions. \"That''s the God, Agveyr, right?\" Gray inquires in clarification as he directed his gaze at the altar. \"Yes.\" Isamu answers. \"What you see is indeed a depiction of the War God himself.\" Gray simply nods in acknowledgment as he witnesses Isamu closing his eyes with the intention of prostrating himself right at the God''s holy presence. ''Well, I''m not exactly religious myself, especially on my time back on Earth.'' Gray comments inside his mind as he saw every person in his vicinity performing the quiet act of prayer. ''But hey, shrine blessings are nice. I wonder what a God of War such as him has some benefits in store for me?'' [+1 CHAOS] And with that, Gray closes his eyes as well, mimicking the actions of the people around him as he kneeled down in deep meditation in hopes that he can request for Agveyr''s divine blessing. After some time and much to his complete confusion, he could feel some spiritual presence overwhelming within him, resulting in his connection with the mortal plane being severed in the regions of this reality. *** \"Fucking shit, now what?\" Clutching his head in slight pain while opening his eyes, Gray could not help but be utterly confused at the unfamiliar setting of where he currently finds himself at. The elf felt disoriented, most probably caused by the ordeal of him having arrived here for unknown reasons. Feeling the utmost necessity to observe his surroundings, Gray does so to gain a clear setting or a speck of an idea on where he is. \"Woah, what is this place?\" The elf''s massive shock, evident by his gaping mouth and disbelief expression, is truly justifiable indeed at the marvelous features that are sporting at his current surroundings. The sky is the very first thing that the elf noticed, gold polar lights adorning the blue sky in its majestic wonder. As such, the entire area is engulfed in a goldish heavenly tint, taking up most of the background''s ambiance. Gray finds himself standing at what seems to be a grassy field, with various kinds of flora adorning all over the area. Of course, it''s not exactly as magnificent as Estelthyr, slightly comparable with the Boscage in a similar setting. As he turns around to find more of the place, his eyes suddenly widen with extreme astonishment at the spectacle being presented before him. \"What¡­in¡­the ¡­actual¡­fuck.\" His eyes could not shy itself away at the enormous grand castle of gold as he witnesses the magnificent structural oddity in a seemingly far distance away from his spot. ''Alright, this is getting weird.'' Gray rubs his chin with a serious appearance. ''Where am I really? What is this place? How did I even get here?'' ''Wait.'' The elf added in his thoughts. ''Is this another realm of a god, who I assumed to be Agveyr? It definitely looks the part. Did the god summon me here, just like what Wynather did? If so, then why is he not meeting me here at this very moment? And what does a god want with someone like me this time? This calls for an investigation.'' [Lost on a location unknown to you, you decided to examine the surrounding area in hopes of finding answers with regards to your current situation.] - Investigate the place - None - (????), (????) ''So, it turns into a quest.'' Gray mentally stated. ''Very well, let''s see what this place is all about.'' The castle seemed to be a key location in this domain. As such, Gray decided to head on there first to find the answers he is looking for. After walking for some time at the castle''s direction and marveling at the sights, Gray then hears the sounds of footsteps that seemingly grew stronger with each second passing by. Looking immediately at the source, he spotted a group of Warriors running towards his location, a hostile and wary look on their faces as they eyed viciously directly at him. ''What the hell!?'' Gray''s eyes widen at seeing them charging straight at him, with their weapons dangerously unsheathed. ''What in shit''s name is happening right now!!??'' Instinct told him to run away from them in an instant. But upon turning around at his every side, his panic skyrocketed abruptly as more of the warriors are seen in all his direction, with the intent of cornering him. As Gray was about to at the right moment of them approaching and with him taking advantage of the speed boost resulted by his when he runs, his plans, unfortunately, were shattered into pieces as an arrow suddenly pierces directly to his knee, sending him in deep pain while stumbling to the ground. Gray could not help but scream in utter agony caused by the surprise attack. And just like that, Gray was surrounded with no hopes of escape as all of the warrior''s different weapons pointed straight right at him. One of them approaches the elf with a cautious expression and question the now injured elf. \"Who are you and how did you get here in our sacred plane?\" Gray solely gulps in fear, hoping that these armed men would not slay him at the very ground that he achingly limps at this very moment. ''Damn arrow to the knee.'' 49 Agnothar Questioning the very anomaly that is the elf right in front of him, a dwarven warrior, who seemed to be the leader of the group, waits for what the elf is supposed to say. \"What in the blazes?!!\" Gray gritted his teeth in pain at the arrow still currently pierced right in his left knee. \"This is fucking abuse you assholes!!! Does it really have to come to this, instead of talking it out like civilized people!?\" The leader merely ignored the ranting as he kneeled to take a closer inspection at Gray. Then without any warning, he pulled out the arrow on the elf''s knee, causing the elf to flinch at the pain. The dwarf then faces his archer companion immediately right beside him as he handed the projectile item. \"Mina.\" The leader called out one of his comrades and a beautiful human warrior with pale blonde hair styled in a pony-tail acknowledges him as she approaches. \"Heal the elf first so that he can walk properly when we take him to our lord''s hall for questioning.\" \"Yes, sire.\" The woman, Mina, nods in response as she kneeled as well to cast a healing spell at Gray''s injured knee. \"W-what is this!?\" Mina''s eyes widen with extreme shock as all the warriors turned their attention to her. \"What''s wrong, girl?\" The leader asks as he sees the woman''s baffled look. \"H-his knee.\" Mina''s voice stutters apprehensively. \"It''s all healed up already.\" \"W-what!?\" The leader responded with the same amount of astonishment. \"Are you sure you are not pulling our leg girl!?\" \"Of course not!!\" Mina retorted loudly. \"I didn''t even cast my healing magic, yet his knee doesn''t even sport a single injury like the arrow didn''t even make its mark in the first place.\" Indeed, Gray felt that his knee is now perfectly fine the moment when the arrow was plucked right out from him. The bleeding was all gone and he felt that he could stand up at any moment in this instance. The elf too was feeling confused as well amidst the situation, wondering about the mysterious phenomenon that has occurred to him. ''Strange.'' Gray thought as he stared at the once wounded area of his body. ''I could have sworn that I felt my health was certainly reduced as caused by the arrow shot, but my health regenerated in an instant shortly after. This is definitely weird.'' His self-questioning has to be saved for later though as he was still being eyed suspiciously by all of the warriors that currently surrounds him. \"Can you stand?\" The leader asks him, receiving a nod of response from the elf as he did so. \"Good. Now let me ask my previous question again. Who are you and how did you get here in our sacred plane?\" \"I¡­ I''m not sure.\" Gray answers with uncertainty on his voice. \"All I know is that when I offered my prayers to the god, Agveyr at his temple, I was simply summoned here without any warning.\" With the elf''s response, all of the warriors in his vicinity glanced towards one another as they are seen to be mumbling tensely with nervous expressions. \"C-crap, did we make a mistake?\" \"By our lord''s blade, is he perhaps summon by our lord?\" \"Shit, we were not informed about this.\" \"He must be someone important if the lord did summon him here.\" \"Hopefully, the lord will be merciful on us in his punishment.\" \"Silence!!\" The last statement came from the leader as he immediately ceased his subordinates'' bantering before it can even go out of hand. \"A mortal then, huh.\" The leader said as the elf nods at his remark. \"If what you said is true.\" The leader said to Gray. \"Then we apologize for our transgressions earlier. While we were training outside here at the grounds, we sensed a foreign oddity suddenly entering this realm without us being informed, thus we can only assume that an enemy has somehow found his way into our realm. This is not the first time that happened though as the last figure spread his unbiased chaos and destruction towards all. Of course, that happened thousands of years ago when Xaz''vernok declared war on every plane of existence. The horrifying memories of his burning havoc are forever engraved into our minds. So, forgive us if we are being too cautious in our endeavors.\" \"You could have asked first, you know, before charging right at me mindlessly.\" Gray crossed his arm with an unimpressed look. \"Anyways, what''s done is done and I''m all healed up, I suppose. I guess you are going to lead me to that huge golden castle over there, right? I also want to know the reason as to why I am here.\" \"Yes, that is our intention all along.\" The leader said. \"Please follow us.\" As Gray was now being led by the warrior group that was hostile to him earlier, he took the time to take a closer observation at them. The leader of the band of warriors is a dwarf. Evident by his short bulky stature and brown messy hair and a long beard. He is clad in a set of brown plate armor with a Warhammer of the same color scheme strap on his back. Dwarven Warrior Lvl (??) Health: (????) / (????) Stamina: (????) / (????) Mana: 2401 / 2401 The woman that attempts to heal him, Mina, is a female human. She is equipped with robe-themed plate armor. Her cuirass and shoulder pouldrons are gold in color, with plated gauntlets and boots of the same color and material as well. Seeing as she was about to cast healing magic on him, Gray deduce that the female warrior might be a Paladin at what little evidence he gathers between her and the leader''s conversation. Mina Lvl (??): Paladin Health: (????) / (????) Stamina: (????) / (????) Mana: (????) / (????) ''Huh, I''m actually right.'' Gray thought with triumph. The rest of the warriors each have their own preferences from the looks of it, with them wearing different sets of their respective armor and weapons to match their fighting style. Gray and the group proceeds to make their way to the castle. While they did so, the elf decided to have a chat with the dwarf to get a speck of an idea at the realm that he finds himself at and to know more about these powerful warriors whose stats are concealed by question marks. \"So, where am I exactly?\" Gray initiates the conversation. \"You are standing at the Divine realm of Agnothar, the paradise for individuals with the heart of a warrior.\" The dwarf spoke with dignity in his every tone. \"I see.\" Gray nods while stroking his chin in acknowledgment. \"So, you have a name?\" \"It''s Vakrean Woldhorn, a warrior from the era of old. The Dwarf replies. \"I''m also one of the platoon leaders of Agnothar''s garrison. Around me is my subordinates, brothers, and sisters at arms. How about you stranger?\" \"Gray Allister.\" The elf responds with a nod as Vakrean acknowledges with the same gesture. The distance seemed to be quite significant as they finally arrived at their designated location after forty minutes of walk. Standing before them now is a long golden bridge that emphasizes the border between the grassland that they are currently standing and the majestic castle of gold that is right in front of their very eyes. \"Wow.\" Gray was amazed by the glorious sight being presented to him. \"What exactly is that place?\" \"That is the majestic palace of our lord, Agveyr. The palace is called the Aurum Castle.\" The dwarf, Vakrean said with utmost pride in his voice. \"This is the place where our lordship resides as he watches over us all in this plane.\" Gray simply nods in acknowledgment at finding out about the place as they crossed the bridge while being surveyed by the scrutinizing eyes of the guards guarding the bridge. Eyeing at the guards, Gray saw that they are equipped with almost the same armor in design as to what the Romans wear during their heights of glorious history, a set of Legionnaire armor. The only difference is that it is colored in gold, fitting as their armor matches the ambiance of the whole place. As they arrived at the giant doorway of the castle, the guard who is stationed in there approached the group with a questioning look. Agnothar Guard Lvl (??) Health: (????) / (????) Stamina: (????) / (????) Mana: 1,234 / 1,234 \"Halt there, Brother of War.\" The guard raises his hand. \"I see you have found the fabled guest before the courier does. Lord Agveyr is expecting his arrival.\" \"Ehehe, expecting?\" Vakrean chuckles nervously while sheepishly scratching his hair. Then he regains his composure as he spoke hastily. \"Why uh¡­ yes, of course, that''s why we are bringing him inside for our lordship to meet.\" The guard seemed to be a bit skeptical at the dwarf''s behavior as he eyed the group meticulously. Add to the fact that the platoon''s reaction is not exactly what you call subtle as they are all seen to be sweating profusely behind their leader like they have done something terribly wrong. Gray was merely amused at their funny expressions as he snickered in the background, finding it rather entertaining and how they seem to have screwed up by needlessly injuring him just because of some assumption and misunderstanding. ''Sucks to be them, hahaha. That''s what you get for wounding me earlier you bastards.'' [+1 CHAOS] \"Hmph, very well.\" The guard despite his suspicion allowed them to go inside as his orders were to grant the elven mortal guest entry into the lordship''s sacred palace. With the guard''s approval, Gray and the platoon entered the castle, with the elf bracing himself for whatever this god, Agveyr wants with someone like him. 50 Paragon \"As the Diablo declares his wicked intention to every realm As the land turns kingless, and brothers waging war inevitable As the song of darkness spreads forth and revenge unfold As the beacons of light turn into a wicked shadow of sacrificial happenings As hunt personified invoke his cursed fangs, shrouding in a perpetual depravity As the shadows of despair begin its deadly intent, only then shall the Covenant of Soul be implemented for the arrival of the Paragon.\" - From a page revealed by the Grimoire of Fate, Unknown author, 1st of New Dawn, 1, the end of the first Fate. Rarsu recites the words with sheer wonder as he reads it in one of the history books that he found on his shelf. \"The Paragon.\" The Lizardling Druid states with familiarity. He then turned the book''s pages to verify and review the information regarding the subject matter. \"Let''s see, a Paragon is the advocate of the gods, a hero who came from another world through an unknown ritual which loremasters assumed to be called the Covenant of Souls, as stated in the Grimoire of Fate. It is said that his soul has a deep connection to the gods, both divine and demonic, allowing miraculous feats and wonders such as stepping foot in their plane or wielding one of their artifacts. A paragon''s soul is known to be resilient, unyielding, and untainted. It is theorized that the soul is even capable of shrugging off even the deadliest of attacks as depicted in multiple sources. One example is the final battle between Paragon Nevarath and Xaz''vernok where the latter unleashed a demonic spell intended to harm and defile the elf''s soul. The Demon God''s efforts were proved to be in vain as the elven warrior remains to be unaffected with a smirk on his face.\" After Rarsu finishes his reading, he slowly closes the book. Then, a toothy grin assumes on his scaled face as he thought of his new apprentice that he is going to tutor starting tomorrow. ''Hehe, this is going to be interesting indeed.'' Rarsu mentally said with both enthusiasm and wary. ''If he really is the Paragon, then a calamity might be amidst us, a beginning of a terrible darkness that is to unfold in this land that we live. The boy must grow strong, and fast.'' Being occupied in his research on the topic for quite some time, Rarsu decided to take a moment to rest as he went outside to breathe some fresh air in the garden. While he was doing so, he heard some commotion coming inside from the temple of Agveyr beside his shop. *** Entering the hallways of Aurum Castle, Gray''s eyes gleamed with sheer awe as he eyed the structural wonder that is his surrounding vicinity. The first thing that the Elf took notice is the majestic golden spectrum of light gracing towards a throne that stands tall and unyielding right at their front. Taking his place at the throne is an attractive blonde man with amber-colored eyes sitting leisurely as he basked on the golden light in its marvelous splendor. Unlike the guards and other warriors who opted to wear their respective combat armor at all times, the man himself is donned in a comfortable set of clothing. He is shown to be clad in a white sleeveless toga with a red cloth draped over his left shoulder and around his body, just like the garment that the nobles of the Roman Empire used at their time of leisure. One can see how incredibly handsome, fit, and muscular the man is, emphasizing his brawny arms and lean figure that women would certainly find attractive and desirable. And speaking of women, the man is also attended by two beautiful servants. Dressed also in a toga, their faces are displayed to be extremely mesmerized at their master, feeding him with a variety of fruits as they seductively put it on his mouth. ''Huh, this guy must be a true winner at life.'' Gray comments as he eyed at the scene with an impressed and jealous look. As Gray and the platoon of warriors approached the man at the throne, the latter all kneel to confer their utmost respect and reverence to the esteemed individual in front of them. Of course, everyone at the hallways turns to set their disapproving gazes at Gray who did not follow the platoon''s act of greeting and respect. \"Oh right, hehe.\" Gray chuckles tensely. As Gray was about to kneel as well, the man at the throne instantly stood up as he looks directly at the elf and raises his hand. \"That won''t be necessary mortal.\" The man said, his powerful voice resonating at the entire building as he stopped Gray. \"You are an honored guest invited here to my very halls. As such, it''s unnecessary for you to follow our customs. Unless you are willing to swear your fealty to me that is.\" \"Oh, I uh... humbly decline.\" Gray simply said as he stood up as he breathes a sigh of relief at knowing that he won''t be subjected to such inconveniences. \"No matter.\" The man merely nods nonchalantly in response as he smirks amusingly. \"I ask of you mortal, do you know who I am?\" \"Agveyr, the God of War,\" Gray answers with a straight voice, trying his best to remain his composure with all the scrutinizing gazes of the warriors being directed all over him. Upon saying the sacred name, the god''s status bar unveils the said information. Agveyr Lvl (??): Health: (????) / (????) Stamina: (????) / (????) Mana: (????) / (????) \"Indeed.\" The man, or in a truer term, god, nods in agreement as he proceeded to descend from the throne area and make his way to the elf. \"And what is your name then?\" \"Gray Allister.\" The elf responds. \"Hmm.\" Agveyr strokes his chin in an intrigued manner. \"Before we get down as to why I summoned you here in my divine plane, how about a test?\" \"A test?\" Gray expressed confusion. Without even having the time to react, Agveyr suddenly conjures a sword out of nowhere and instantly plunges the weapon deep into Gray''s gut, sending the elf in a world of utter pain as blood spurted out from his mouth. All of the warriors and guards at the vicinity were immediately flabbergasted at the actions of their lord, their eyes widening at the brutal scenery being played right at their eyes. Of course, this is their lordship, a wise leader and divine, so who are they to dare to question the Divine God and his actions. As Agveyr pulled out his blade from the elf''s belly, Gray was sent staggering back at a few paces while covering the wounds that were inflicted. \"W-what the fuck?!!\" Gray cried out his frustrations at the god''s questionable actions. \"What was that for!? Are you trying to murder me!? Is this why you brought me here, just to stab me with a freaking sword!?\" The people around were gaping with astonishment at the insolent tone that this mortal elf is displaying right in front of an all-mighty god. As they were about to act out against Gray, their intentions were instantly halted as they heard Agveyr clearing his throat and stopping them with his left hand raised. Agveyr chuckled, much to Gray''s utter confusion. \"Are you done with your ranting? If you possess the zeal to voiced out your complaints loudly despite the injury caused by my stab that I have considerably weakened for your sake, then you are perfectly fine in good condition, see?\" With the god''s statement being true, Gray''s eyes widened as he felt being recovered as each second passes by. The once gaping wound that is found right in his belly is now disappearing at a rapid rate, shown by the reforming of his skin as pixels gathered around at the injured spot. \"What the?\" Gray was perplexed at this. \"First my knee, then this?\" \"Hmm, it appears that my suspicions are correct.\" The elf heard the god said. \"You indeed have the soul of the Paragon.\" \"A soul?\" Gray asks first about that. \"You mean this body is actually my soul!?\" \"Why yes,\" Agveyr replies with a smile. \"Your mortal vessel is currently unconscious as we speak at the last location that you recently recalled. As a matter of fact, I was able to summon you because of you unconsciously forging a connection between you and myself through prayer.\" Gray only nods as he was enlightened a bit. He also remembers his skill of which explains his unnaturally fast self-regeneration. With his first question being answered, he moves on to the next. \"What''s a Paragon?\" Agveyr''s face was filled with intrigue as he explained the meaning to the elf. \"A mortal who came from another world through a sacred covenant. Like few others before you, you are a hero chosen and beloved by us gods, who''s destiny is to either save Silverhart from a terrible tragedy or doom it in its eternal end. At least that''s what you mortals weave in your colorful ballads and poems.\" With Gray''s status being exhibited to him, the entirety of the hallways erupted into whispers, all shock at the discovery that the mortal is actually someone with an esteemed position. \"Him, a Paragon?\" \"You mean like Nevarath himself?\" \"The one stated in the Grimoire?\" \"Of course, he''s the mortal that is said to be beloved by the gods themselves, yes, even our lordship!!\" \"D-did we injured someone of high regard?\" Indeed, that was the platoon''s remarks as they all paled nervously at performing such demeaning act on the elf''s knee. \"Wait,\" Gray said, definitely surprised at this revelation being revealed to him. \"A Paragon, you mean like a destined hero or something? Me?\" \"You heard me mortal.\" The God of War stated with his arms spread joyfully. \"In fact, you should be rejoicing!! For someone with such esteemed status, I could only envy at the prospect of the many battles you are going to partake in the mortal plane!!\" The elf was taken aback as he was lost at words on how to express himself in regards to the current matter of him being some sort of a special someone or something. ''So, I''m like the Dragonborn in Skyrim? The Fateless One in Kingdom of Amalur? The Kalach-Cha in Neverwinter Nights 2?'' Were Gray''s thoughts about his situation with mixed emotions. ''To be honest, I''m kind of excited and nervous at the same time. Excited because I have the potential to gain powers that no others could ever dream of. Nervous because this may mean that my life will be in danger if I''m going to partake in this land saving endeavor caused by some tragedy that I''m currently unaware of. Crap, this sure is nerve-wracking.'' Gray could only stare at the ground with a thoughtful look, pondering at what he is going to do with this new-found information. 51 Arcane Physique Lost on his thoughts, Gray assumed a look of seriousness about him being revealed to be actually someone akin to some sort of a chosen one in this world. ''So, I''m this Paragon. No wonder the gods seemed to be eager to talk to me.'' The elf thought. ''But despite having such legendary status as what Agveyr implies, I''m still currently weak, I should tread lightly from this point forth in my future actions to come.'' While Gray seemed to be in deep contemplation, he was interrupted by Agveyr. \"Now, let''s get down to another reason of why I summoned you here.\" The God of War states without delay. \"As you might have deduced from what I have said about your destiny of saving or dooming the mortal plane of Silverhart, plans for terrible darkness are currently ongoing, thus the need to invoke the sacred ritual, which we call the Covenant of Souls, to call upon you for your needed assistance. One might say that you''ll be our emissary in this endeavor, representing us for the preservation of the world that you now come to live.\" \"Covenant of Souls?\" The Paragon uttered with a surprised look. \"It''s the same name as my skill!\" \"Indeed.\" Agveyr nods. \"Anyways, I''ve called you here to grant you one of my boon, a gift for a mortal whose fate is already predetermined as prescribed in the grimoire.\" This time, Gray held a sheer look of excitement, completely thrilled at what a War God like him has to offer. ''If being a Paragon entitles me to such benefits, then heck yeah!! I''m game to this destiny crap and shenanigans or whatever, hehe.'' Gray thought as he could not help but beamed mentally at the prospect of receiving another benefit in person by a Divine. ''I wonder what is it this time? Another artifact perhaps?'' [+1 CHAOS] \"I can see through your look that you truly are eager in what gift I''m going to grant.\" Agveyr merely chuckles at the Paragon''s enthusiastic expression. \"Then await no further mortal!!!\" The God of War gestures Gray to come closer as the latter did so. Much to the elf''s confusion, Agveyr touches Gray''s forehead. A burst of unfamiliar memories suddenly invaded inside Gray''s mind as his eyes glow in a bright violet. And no, the elf was not feeling in pain, contrary in fact. He only felt nothing but unadulterated pleasure in the whole process. Gray definitely felt something has shifted within his body, as if he was engulfed in a surge of extraordinary strength, causing him to become stronger as each second passes by. After the phenomenon has finally ended, Gray felt a massive boost of power right in his system. Strangely, it was on the physical side, as if he could even match his cat-folk companion, Isamu in the strength department. \"What the?\" The Paragon could not help but feel at awe at what he is feeling at this very moment. \"What happened to me? I feel as if I can now throw a decent punch.\" \"I''ve granted you knowledge lost throughout the ages since the era of old,\" Agveyr stated with his arms crossed. \"A magic pioneered by one of your race. Despite being a Mage, he was also a true Warrior, both body and heart, utilizing the embodiment of magic to aid him in physical combat. Thus, he was one of the honored mortals that I considered a friend. I pray that you use his knowledge for the betterment of the people in the mortal plane, not for its defilement. Doing so constitutes insulting his memory and honor.\" SKILL UNLOCKED: (Passive) ¨C A unique magic of the elves from the era of old. There are mages who honed their magical arts for the augmentation of their physical and martial capabilities. Channeling Arcane Energy with utmost precision throughout the entirety of their bodies instinctively, they become menacing figures on the battlefield, even on par with the strongest of Warriors. Many believed that this art is lost forever, thus merely fading into myths and speculations. The skill automatically grants physical power based on your magical power. As such, the Intelligence attribute now gains the same benefits of the Strength attribute, including physical damage, the attribute requirements in equipment, and Strength checks. SKILL UNLOCKED: , (Active) (Lvl 1, 0%) - The Mage imbues his weapon with Arcane Energy, dealing weapon damage plus 3% of Mana as additional Magic damage. CD: 5 seconds. Mana cost: 412 (Active, Sustained mode) (Lvl 1, 0%) - The Mage conjures a shield within his skin to negate against most of the physical or magical elements that dare to harm him, granting 60% damage resistance at the cost of the reduced damage received as Mana. Upon activating this skill, it reduces your max mana by 15% until deactivation. Upon reading the description of the skills, Gray''s eyes widen with extreme astonishment. This indeed looks almost similar to the Arcane Warrior Specialization of Dragon Age: Origins or perhaps the Might/Sorcery build from Kingdom of Amalur as what Gray also deduced. ''Oh¡­my...fucking...Wynather.'' The elf thought with bewilderment. ''This seems incredibly overpowered no matter what angle I look at!! With these skills, coupled with my never-ending Mana boosts from and Mana sustenance from , , and , as well as my innate racial Magic Resistance, I can tank damage at a decent rate and not fall easily in battle despite being a Mage. Not to mention, I am now capable of equipping armors as long as I fulfilled the Strength requirement which is now my Intelligence. Hehe, very awesome indeed.'' \"I thank you for this, Lord Agveyr.\" Gray assumed a smirk as he bowed down with utmost appreciation. \"As long as you fulfill your bargain as per intended by the strands of fate.\" Agveyr merely nods in response with a smile. \"Before we end this meeting of ours, there are still unfinished matters that we¡­ you have to partake.\" \"And that is?\" Gray asks with interest, especially curious by how Agveyr said the word, ''you''. Agveyr then shifted his attention away from the Paragon and turns to look at the platoon of Warriors with an unimpressed look, most notably at the dwarven leader. \"I have heard about how you and your band of mischief have provided a much¡­ unneeded welcome for our guest here, qualities unfitting of warriors in my ranks. After all, I have eyes all over this plane. Such foolish actions deserve punishment, don''t you say?\" The dwarf Vakrean gulps with fear, his entire demeanor trembling at the prospect of retribution that is to be granted by their lordship, a godly being also feared for his brutality and cruelty to the ones who he deemed that is in the wrong. The platoon behind also shares the same sentiments with their leaders, hoping that their lordship will be menial in his judgment. \"Instead of me administering to your retribution,\" Agveyr said to them. \"I''ll let the Paragon here decide your fate. After all, he''s the one that you have offended, so it is only right that I grant him the authority on my behalf.\" \"Me?\" Gray asks in clarification, not sure if he is willing to be given an act of jurisdiction in such affairs. \"Of course.\" The God of War grins widely. \"You are the Paragon, a being that will be either be lookup with the reverence of the people as they worship at the very ground that you walk, or perhaps fear as the people shall tremble with terror at your wake, realizing their insignificance as you bathe them with the same amount of horror just like your enemies. Most of the Paragons adhere to the first choice while the few others only caused damnation, even more so than their adversaries that they are supposed to quell. Of course, the latter group of Paragons met their gruesome end either by assassination or rebellion by the people that they are supposed to protect. As such, you will have subordinates who will follow and support throughout your endeavors willingly or unwillingly. You may have a destiny to fulfill but the actions on how you are going to accomplish it are entirely up to you. I wanted to see the true extent of how well you are going to administer your judgment in this situation, merely a glimpse of the future days to come if I might say.\" Gray simply nods as he somehow understands the god''s logic. Turning his attention at the platoon, a sinister smirk suddenly graces forth into the elf''s face, an expression that causes the platoon to tremble in utmost fear. \"Hehehe, you bastards, you definitely are going to pay.\" The Arcanist chuckled darkly much to the frightful looks of the warriors, most especially the archer who seemed to be the most scared-looking out of the group, with him doing the deed directly by shooting an arrow at the Paragon''s knee. [+7 CHAOS] They can only hope that the new Paragon is a merciful individual in par with Nevarath himself. 52 The important lesson of Gratitude Vakrean and his platoon of warriors set their gazes at the new Paragon with fear in their eyes upon what he just said to them. They braced themselves, thinking that they are going to receive a punishment that might be overwhelming for them, evident by the elf''s sinister reaction and coupled by the support given to him by the War God, their lordship, Agveyr. But instead and much to their utmost bewilderment, they suddenly heard the Paragon laughing to his heart''s content, all maliciousness that was radiating around him has seemed to have disappeared. His laugh is akin to a child that has witnessed something quite amusing in a pranking delight. \"Hahaha!!!\" Gray laughs wholeheartedly as the entire occupants of the building who are witnessing the event all share looks of confusion at the Paragon''s expression. \"You should have seen the fucking looks on your faces!!! They''re hilarious!!!\" The warriors and guards at the vicinity all mumbled towards one another in a whispering fashion, wondering if the Paragon has gone mad. Agveyr merely is intrigued as he continues to observe the affair being played out. After a short while, Gray ceased his laughter as satisfaction is revealed in his appearance. \"For starters,\" Gray said to clarify the extremely shock emotions being displayed by the platoon. \"Your hysterical expressions are punishment enough for me. I was certainly delighted when you guys were sweating profusely with grim expectations, haha!! Anyways, there''s no need for bloodshed or conflict today. My satisfaction has been piqued, so yes, you guys can now go free.\" [+5 GOOD] [+9 CHAOS] As a result of his gained morality points from his endeavors, a notification instantly pops out in front of his eyes. [A morally good person with a free spirit. You are the embodiment of both freedom and benevolence, seeking the virtue of total goodness while in the pursuit of thrill and excitement for whatever interest that stimulates your fascination. You are now Chaotic Good.] ''Huh.'' Gray thought with surprise. ''I guess it''s about time.'' Opening his Character option, the elf decided to check how many Morality points he accumulated until this eventful day. (+) ----(+45) ------ (-) (+) -------- (-30) ----- (-) After verifying his Morality that was presented, Gray dismissed the UI, seeing that he is still currently in the spotlight in the hallways of the throne room. Vakrean''s eyes widen as he peers up at Gray with sheer wonder. \"You mean we won''t be receiving any sort of penalty or retribution from you?\" \"Of course.\" Gray grins in response. \"As I said earlier, you guys are free to go. I''m not that petty as to be offended by something like that.\" ''Even if I became a victim by a long time running gag in the gaming community.'' The elf mentally cried. \"I find no benefit whatsoever in punishing fine warriors who simply have intentions that are nothing but good in the dedication of protecting this plane. Besides, you already apologized earlier and it''s all just a misunderstanding, so I won''t hold it out to you.\" The elf smiled friendlily as he held his hand out in a gesture for the dwarf to stand up. Vakrean stares at him with deep appreciation in response, gladly accepting the gesture. \"You almost gave us a heart attack, Paragon. I supposed we deserve such treatment after our rude way of welcoming you in this plane, hahaha. I''m honored that you are a man of reason, a quality that a Paragon must possess if he wishes to stand triumph in a darkness that still has yet to be unveiled.\" \"Hmm, interesting.\" They all heard Agveyr commenting as he went back to his throne and delights himself at the feeding being provided by his servants. \"Well played, Paragon. Despite being for your self-interest, one can see that you are capable of psychological warfare, evident by you playing tricks into them in the realization of their mental strength that has been crumbled caused by the prospect of punishment.\" \"Well to be honest, I just love a good prank every once in a while.\" Gray beams sheepishly while scratching his hair. \"And it''s been so long since my last. Seeing such a wonderful opportunity, I just can''t resist the prospect of having some laughs for the sake of entertainment, hahaha.\" \"I see.\" Agveyr simply nods. \"Well, as long as it does not constitute any harm, then I suppose that it''s okay.\" Then the War God faces the platoon, his superior gaze causing them to flinch in response. \"It appears that you have been absolved from any harsh punishments thanks to the playful yet benevolent nature that the Paragon has displayed here.\" \"Yes, our lordship.\" Vakrean answers on behalf of his platoon. \"Even if he did play on us, he never intends to cause any harm despite what we unlawfully did. His pranking on us is justifiable and we can only thank him for being merciful to us all. As such, he''s the Paragon that we truly need in these dark times to come.\" \"Indeed.\" Agveyr nods in agreement to the dwarf''s reply and looks at Gray. \"You hear that Paragon? You have remarkably gained the platoon''s favor due to your actions. Such is the almighty power of Gratitude, a powerful tool that if used correctly, can very well shape the tides of war into your favor. With it, you can gain allies who will follow your bidding willingly with the best of their abilities as bound by their utmost recognition to you. I treat my subordinates like my precious brothers and sisters at arms, evident by how devoted they truly are to me by showing their sincere angered look when you spoke disrespectfully to me earlier when I stabbed you. Maybe one day, you''ll find yourself some allies who will be devoted to you just like how they are to me. That mortal is what separates an inspiring leader from a shrewd tyrant where the latter''s organization and chain of command''s stability are based solely out of fear with a fragile alliance that can shatter at any moment. Few Paragons have followed the latter''s mentality, only to get back to them in an eventful and unexpected way with the harsh reality of back-stab and revolt from their supposed to be allies. I hope that you heed and take my advice at heart mortal, for you will need it in the future days to come.\" Gray nods in acknowledgment as he understood where the god''s logic behind his recent actions. But then his eyes seem to have come into a realization. \"So, wait. Does this mean that what you did, of you granting me the authority to administer a form of punishment to the platoon is all just a way to teach me some sort of lesson about Gratitude?\" \"Heh, such a sharp mind you exceptionally possess,\" Agveyr said with utmost intrigued. \"You are correct, Paragon. Your arrival, the platoon attacking without their knowledge about you, I intentionally set it up for all of this to happen, all to confer a pearl of valuable wisdom to you. And speaking of which...\" Agveyr faces the platoon once again with an apologetic look. \"I apologize for such inconveniences brothers and sisters at arms. For your troubles, I will be providing a deserving compensation for your group, that I promised in my divine name.\" The platoon was indeed flabbergasted by the revelation being revealed to them, an act that was devised calculatedly by the god without them knowing at all. But upon hearing the word ''compensation'', their reactions suddenly shifted to excitement as every warrior knows that everything that is granted by the almighty God of War is something that is truly beneficial and noteworthy. It can be a weapon from his personal armory, a promotion, a boon, a feast dedicated to them. The remarkable possibilities are endless. \"It''s of no concern your lordship.\" Vakrean instantly replies with deep reverence on his voice. \"As usual, we stand in awe at your divine and eternal wisdom. It''s a great honor to be a part of your arrangement in providing the Paragon the necessary mindset for the success in his future endeavors.\" The Divine simply nods with a smile at the favorable response of the dwarf. \"And as for you, Paragon.\" Agveyr sets his eyes on the elf. \"I believe that my boon of is more than enough as compensation for being a vital player in my prestigious scheme.\" \"Sheesh, you are even more of a prankster than I am.\" Gray remarks as Agveyr merely chuckles playfully in response. He then shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly. \"At least everything ended well I suppose.\" \"And with that said, I believe that our business here has officially concluded.\" The War God said with a smirk. \"Good luck with your journey, mortal. I sincerely hope that you use my gift wisely and remember the lesson that I have imparted unto you.\" \"Will do.\" Gray grins widely in response. With a snap of Agveyr''s godly fingers, Gray''s soul was sent back to the mortal plane as he disappeared within everyone''s sights. \"With him being the Paragon.\" Agveyr made his final note. \"Things are bound to get interesting in the mortal plane.\" 53 Revelations - Investigate the place [?] Quest Rewards granted: , 3,100 XP LEVEL UP!! YOU RECEIVED 5 ATTRIBUTE POINTS!! YOU RECEIVED 1 ABILITY POINT!! That''s the notification Gray saw before being vanished completely from Agnothar. *** \"Kah, is he going to be fine?\" \"*Hiss!!*, I''m sure he will be if you don''t keep asking the same question every minute.\" \"But his skin, its paling unnaturally!!!\" \"It must be the hunger that''s currently kicking in.\" *Poke*, *Poke*, *Poke*. \"You know, your obsession with poking the young elf in his sleep for the past hours is certainly creepy, girl.\" \"Wait, wuh?\" The last statement came from Gray''s disoriented voice upon slowly waking up from his state of soul-driven unconsciousness. Opening his eyes, the first thing he witnesses is the Arcane Sentinel Selena poking him in the cheeks with her usual stoic look. Next, he sees two individuals behind her, Isamu and Rarsu as both of them eyed the elf with concerned expressions on their faces. \"You''re finally awake, good,\" Rarsu said as he instantly got a circular vial with a flat base that possesses some blue substance inside and positioned it at Gray''s mouth. \"Before getting out of the bed, here, have an Arcane inhalant that''s filled with some Arcane Energy for the alleviation of your hunger.\" \"Hunger?\" Gray asks the Lizardling Druid. His confusion was answered immediately though as he felt a strange feeling of discomfort and longing coming from within his body, starvation present in his very eyes. His curiosity further piqued, Gray opens his Skill UI and clicks the skill, showing exactly hungry he is. Hunger: 61 / 100 ''Crap.'' The elf widens his eyes with slight distress. ''Looks like I''m in Stage 2. Come to think of it, I haven''t fed for some time. It''s such a relief that Rarsu has a remedy for my condition.'' \"Yes.\" Rarsu nods in response. \"Now, consume that Arcane Energy inside the inhalant before we''ll talk. You currently look like someone who can even make the dead look like among the living.\" \"R-right.\" Gray sweatdrops at his master''s cheeky remarks as he complies the Druid''s orders. Opening the vial, Gray drains the Arcane energy inside the vial, resulting in his skin to return to its healthy colored state with each second passing by. Now back to his normal condition, the recovery immediately took effect as he felt his hunger satiated as a result. Hunger: 92 / 100 With the elf finally rejuvenated, he now proceeded to question his situation of why he finds himself here again at Rarsu''s room, the same place where he woke up after the Soul Transfusion process. \"So, what exactly happens to me and why am I here again?\" Gray asks with puzzlement. \"Well.\" It was Isamu who spoke up. \"While we were praying at the temple yesterday, you suddenly passed out right beside me. Everyone inside including me was shocked by what happened to you. As we were about to call for some help, Rarsu suddenly came in and told us that you are his master and will be the one to aid you in your recovery. With him being a well-known and influential individual due to his status here in the city, we all agreed. But I was worried about your well-being, so I decided to accompany the Druid into the shop and also check up on you once in a while.\" \"I see,\" Gray said with realization and faces the two non-humans with appreciation. \"You have my thanks then.\" Isamu simply nods in acknowledgment with a toothy grin while Rarsu does the same with the absence of the smile. But Gray''s eyes also widen with wonder upon also hearing Isamu mentioning that the events at the temple all happened yesterday, meaning he was unconscious for a whole day.\" \"Wait, yesterday?!\" Gray clarifies in surprise. \"You mean I was asleep for a day?!\" \"Yes.\" Rarsu was the one who stated in agreement. \"It appears that whatever you have experienced has taken a considerable toll unto you.\" Gray nods as he seemed to have understood his predicament more or less. *Poke* Gray felt the nudge as he looks at Selena and came to smile at the Sentinel''s antics. \"Are you worried about me too?\" Gray asks as Selena merely nods in a reserved manner. The elf then pats her head affectionately, causing the Sentinel to blink in slight bewilderment by her master''s strange actions as she can''t help but feel kind of warm inside. \"I appreciate it.\" \"Now that you are recovered,\" Rarsu calls out for the elf''s attention. \"Will you narrate on what really transpired that caused you into this outlandish condition? Yesterday, when I examined your body, I''ve found some¡­ things that are out of the norm.\" \"Things like what exactly?\" Gray eyed the Lizardling with wary. \"One, it''s your soul,\" Rarsu said with utmost interest. \"I have felt that it was dubiously missing inside your body. Aside from Soul Transfusion, I also hold a spell to verify one''s soul, checking for its integrity. Your condition definitely caught me off-guard and one of my decisions is to even declare you deceased, if not for the other things that I have discovered about you.\" Gray opted to remain quiet, seriousness gracing on his face at what the Druid has to say. \"The shirt beneath your robes, I''ve inspected it while you are asleep,\" Rarsu said with intrigue. \"It''s a Divine artifact isn''t it? More specifically, the .\" \"A Divine artifact? What are you talking about?\" Gray attempts to play dumb but only proves to be ineffective as Rarsu only smirks playfully. \"Please, you don''t have to hide things anymore¡­ Paragon.\" The Lizardling responds, causing the elf to flinch with astonishment as to how Rarsu was able to find out. The subsequent reaction was not gone unnoticed by Rarsu as he grins in triumphant at his spot-on deduction. \"Together with cross-referencing multiple sources in history books and sacred sculptures, there''s no doubt that what you wield is indeed the holy clothing that was hand-crafted by the Goddess, Wynather herself. Out of all the places that you have unexpectedly lost your unconsciousness, it''s inside a Divine''s temple that you did so. Sounds a bit fishy, don''t you think?\" \"Paragon? Wait, a Divine artifact!?\" Isamu was dumbfounded by this revelation. \"I''ve heard stories about items that are granted solely by a god. Is it true, Gray?!\" The elf, for now, ignored the cat-folk''s shock remarks as he opted to converse with the lizardling. \"I¡­ uh¡­ how? How did you know about this?\" Gray was certainly taken aback by Rarsu''s accurate statement. \"That my dear apprentice is what you get when you read books,\" Rarsu smirks as he proceeded to recite with every detail at what he had read during his self-study. \"The Paragon is the advocate of the gods, a hero who came from another world through an unknown ritual which loremasters assumed to be called the Covenant of Souls, as stated in the Grimoire of Fate. It is said that your soul has a deep connection to the gods, both divine and demonic, allowing miraculous feats and wonders such as stepping foot in their plane or wielding one of their artifacts. A paragon''s soul is known to be resilient, unyielding, and untainted.\" Rarsu pauses for a moment and adds. \"Such is the reason why your soul was able to recover rather quickly at an abnormal rate after the Soul Transfusion that I performed to you, yes? Now shall you regale us on what transpired that caused you in such a state?\" ''Well, I can''t think of any way in talking out of this. Denying it would only result in more suspicions and unwanted investigations which will prove troublesome later on. I suppose that my secrets are going to be revealed sooner or later. Thankfully, it''s just these two.'' The elf assumed a thoughtful look. \"Well, I supposed that the cat is out of the bag.\" Gray comments, resulting in Isamu reacting suddenly at the unfamiliar idiom by tilting his head in confusion. \"It''s an expression Isamu. Don''t take it too literally. It means that the secret is finally revealed.\" \"Oh.\" The cat-folk responds with a funny expression. \"Yes, you are correct,\" Gray said in confirmation. \"The reason why I fainted may sound something that came straight out of tales and myths, so I''ll understand if you guys don''t believe me. I was summoned to the Divine plane of Agnothar by the God of War, Agveyr himself.\" Indeed, their perplexed reactions are to be expected, especially Isamu who could only stare at his elven friend with pure disbelief. \"I thought as much.\" Rarsu nods in understanding. \"So that explains your soul being missing during your passing out.\" But Isamu though is having another reaction. \"Hahaha!!! I think the other night''s hangover still has not completely left you. You''re such a jester, my friend.\" Isamu responds with denial as he taps Gray''s shoulder. \"It''s true, Isamu.\" Gray sighs with an earnest expression, his eyes piercing without any sense of deception. \"As a matter of fact, I have also been granted a skill from Agveyr, namely the . Said skill allows me to assume the strength of Warriors like you despite being a Mage.\" \"The , huh,\" Rarsu uttered the skill''s name with absolute fascination as he may have read about some lore regarding it. \"Hmm, can you demonstrate such skill, to see if what you''re saying is true?\" \"Alright, how shall I do it then?\" Gray asks. \"How about an arm-wrestling with your friend here?\" The Lizardling suggested. \"You claim that you are capable of assuming the strength that is on par with Warriors like him. First, let me see both of your stats before we proceed.\" Gray and Isamu complied as they both show their respective Character UI. Gray Allister Strength: 10 Dexterity: 18 Endurance: 14 Intelligence: 50 Willpower: 30 Speech: 29 Luck: 18 __________ Isamu Meiyo Strength: 37 Dexterity: 24 Endurance: 34 Intelligence: 10 Willpower: 17 Speech: 19 Luck: 9 After verifying their stats, Rarsu was satisfied and gestures both of them to close their UI. \"Based on context, the cat-folk obviously will win, having significantly higher strength by leaps and bounds. But we''ll see.\" The Druid crossed his arms. \"I can also sense no going on around here, and yes, I will know if you two are in any way altering your stats as I have something for that, so don''t even bother.\" With everything said and done, Rarsu instructed both of them to positioned themselves at a nearby table as they grip their hands with elbows touching the top of the said furniture. \"Heh, there''s no way in Hellas that my 37 Strength would lose against your 10 Strength. Add to the fact that these brawny arms of mine would be matching against that scrawny elven arms of yours.\" Isamu affirms arrogantly with a defiant smirk. \"I''m not so sure if you''ll be speaking the same language after I beat your pompous furry ass off, cat.\" Gray returns the friendly insult with the same level of teasing mock. \"Now on my mark,\" Rarsu said in a declaration. \"One¡­two¡­.three...begin!!\" Then the table has smashed into bits. 54 Intelligence is the new Strength STRENGTH CHECK: 10 STRENGTH REQUIREMENT: 38 present, assuming the Strength attribute to Intelligence. INTELLIGENCE CHECK: 50 INTELLIGENCE REQUIREMENT: 38 Received 110 XP *** Isamu could only stare with utter disbelief at what just occurred at this very moment. He, a warrior, has lost to a mage in a match in the proving of one''s physical strength. Losing may sound to be an understatement in this current situation. The cat-folk was totally overwhelmed, beaten completely as Isamu was definitely taken aback at what just happened. Gray Allister, his eyes glowing in sinister violet light, is witnessed with a wide smirk on his youthful face as his hand was on top of Isamu''s hand amidst the smashed table caused by the elf''s surprising feat of vigor. \"But¡­ how?\" The cat-folk uttered in stupefaction. \"My strength of 37 should have beaten you!!!\" \"Hehe, I told you, Isamu.\" Gray teases him with a grin. \"You won''t be speaking the same language. It''s all thanks to the skill that I have acquired at the Divine Plane of Agnothar, the .\" In the background, Selena was seen to be clapping her hands with seemingly awe-filled eyes on her face. Despite her still stoic look, everyone could see how impressed the Sentinel girl is by the feat being displayed by her master. ''Interesting, it seems that our little Sentinel over here is slowly displaying some form of emotions in her demeanor, unlike the normal Sentinels that I grew accustomed to.'' Rarsu could not help but noticed the little girl''s actions. ''Is it perhaps originated by Gray''s soul? Intriguing.'' After their little bout, Gray and Isamu stood up as Rarsu approaches them, an intrigued smirk directing at the elf. \"I never thought that I would get to witness something that is only speculated to be mere legends and myths,\" Rarsu said. \"The , magic developed by the elves of the era of old. Tales speak of elven warriors who are terrors in the battlefield, armed with the brutality of their physical prowess and the ingenuity of magical expertise as they weaved both might and sorcery in their deadly arsenal to vanquish every foe who stands in their way.\" \"To simplify what Rarsu just stated, Intelligence is my Strength as well,\" Gray told Isamu. \"The Intelligence attribute is now the determining factor in all aspects relating to the Strength attribute. This means that whatever benefits that are in Strength are found in Intelligence instead, thus making the Strength attribute ultimately pointless in my case as I am capable of having both Physical and Magical power if I dump points in Intelligence.\" \"I¡­ see.\" Isamu was baffled at the information revealed to him. \"Then you having a Divine artifact, it''s also true? Are you really the Paragon, the hero spoken by the legends? Why didn''t I know of this?\" \"Well to be honest, I only found out about my status when Agveyr revealed it to me at his plane when I was unconscious.\" Gray simply nods in answer, his expression without a shred of jest. \"So, I''m also kind of new to this destiny business and all that. I''m as surprised as you are as well.\" \"Hmm.\" Isamu strokes his chin in contemplation. \"Well, I''m a bit annoyed that you have hidden it to me about you having such a grand artifact during our travels, but I won''t hold it against you. After all, we all have our secrets and we have just met during that point, so I understand your caution regarding the matter.\" \"And besides.\" Isamu is now seen to be grinning extremely widely with the utmost enthusiasm as he taps both elf''s shoulders. \"It''s not every day that I get to brag about meeting the Paragon and even accompanying him in a short adventure in person!!! Hehe, wait till the guild hears about this!!!\" \"Actually, I highly advise against that,\" Rarsu said with a frown to the cat-folk. \"With the Paragon status comes with great potential danger in every corner. No doubt, if many people will find out about him, then such revelations will spread like wildfire throughout the entire land. We don''t want any risks coming from enemies in the shadows with questionable motives who will assassinate or worse, use him as a tool of power in their conquest if presented with the perfect opportunity. You would not want to endanger your friend here now, would we?\" \"No, I don''t,\" Isamu said with understanding as he agreed with the lizardling. \"Good,\" Rarsu said with approval. Then, he turns his full attention to Gray. \"It''s imperative that you don''t disclose this information to just anyone. The cat-folk seemed trustworthy enough as I saw the sincere look of concern on his face when you were passed out. I would be careful though in choosing your allies from this point on. Silverhart is also a world filled with vile snakes and charlatans who will not hesitate to use you for their foul self-interests.\" The elf merely nods in acknowledgment at Rarsu''s advice. \"Alright then,\" Rarsu said. \"Now that''s finally out of the way, I suppose we can officially start with each of our respective businesses. But first...\" The lizardling faces Selena and instructed her as he points the smashed bits and pieces of the table that was used in the arm-wrestling. \"Selena, be a dear and clean up the mess caused by your master and his cat-folk friend.\" The Sentinel nods as she immediately complies and proceeded to pick up the wooden pieces of the furniture for disposal. \"Now then Isamu.\" The druid sets his gaze at the cat-folk with a look of the utmost seriousness. \"I have a request of utmost importance for you that involves the safety of our elven Paragon and Silverhart itself. I want you to head on back to that Warrior guild organization of yours and tell Malic... and only Malic in person without any delay these exact words that came solely from me. ''The fateful arrival shall mark the beginning of despair''s shadow''. If he has additional questions for you, then you are to answer with nothing but only the truth with the best of your knowledge, got it?\" \"A simple task. Very well.\" Isamu agrees, seeing no harm in complying with such a request. \"What with the cryptic phrase?\" Gray questions the druid. \"It''s the hidden words used throughout several generations in history that is passed between Silverhart''s carefully selected higher-ups,\" Rarsu answers them. \"The ancient words are meant to announce the Paragon''s presence discretely, so the leaders can make the necessary preparations and actions without causing panic to the whole public that terrible darkness will be unfolded to us all, and hopefully, uncover the scheme within the shadows so that we can immediately contain or eliminate it without things getting out of hand.\" \"Higher-ups huh.\" The elf comments while crossing his arms. \"You speak as if you are one of them. Who are you really? I find it hard to believe that a mere Level 24 Mage is dangerously knowledgeable about these sorts of things.\" \"Heh, you are more clever than I give you credit, my dear apprentice,\" Rarsu smirks with fascination, not even in denial. Suddenly, his status bar shifted as both Gray and Isamu''s eyes widen with surprise. Rarsu Khougraox Lvl 44: Health: 6,318 / 6,318 Stamina: 2,912 / 2,912 Mana: 10,799 / 10,799 ''Holy shit!!'' Gray yelled inside his mind at how ridiculously powerful his new master is. \"The skill of is wonderful, is it not?\" Rarsu stated with a toothy grin. \"People tend to underestimate individuals who are significantly lower-leveled than them. The dumbfounded looks on their faces are absolutely a delight to see when they realize that they are about to bite more than they can chew, hahaha!!! As such, you two should take my advice at heart and try to remain inconspicuous in your future affairs. Such unnecessary attention only brings trouble in your every wake.\" Both of them nod in response, still flabbergasted by the true status of the druid being revealed to them. \"It appears that this meeting is finally concluded then.\" The lizardling said. He then faces Isamu with a serious look once more. \"And don''t forget the important message that is to be passed to Malic personally, got it?\" \"R-right.\" The cat-folk Champion replies. \"Now as for you Gray, you and Selena in the meantime will have to wait outside in the living room. I have another letter to write to the headmaster of Arkanos University regarding our situation using the same words and I don''t want to be disturbed. Your tutelage will begin this afternoon, so prepare yourself.\" \"Alright,\" Gray said as all of them excluding the lizardling all left the room, with Selena carrying the pile of broken woods on her arms without effort. With Rarsu finally alone in his room, he assumed a playful smirk and stared intently at the open window on top. He then channels wind magic to forcefully push a particular small bird inside the room, causing the animal to stumble into the floor by the sheer force of the wind. \"So, a little birdie decided to eavesdrop, hehe.\" \"*Chirp!!*\" The surprise tweet came from a certain brown sparrow. The little bird is indeed shock by how the druid was able to sense its tiny presence at its hiding spot. 55 A Druids remorse As Gray, Isamu, and Selena arrived at the living room, the cat-folk of the trio stated his intentions of now leaving the place. \"Heh, I guess I should be departing as the lizardling''s request seemed to be quite important,\" Isamu said. \"You are lucky Gray, not every day that a powerful master mage will be tutoring you. No doubt in around a month or so, you''ll be kicking ass with that Arcane magic of yours.\" \"Same to you as well.\" Gray smiled. \"You will be training at the guild after all. This means that we won''t be seeing each other for quite some time huh.\" \"Most likely.\" The cat-folk nods. \"Although I''m free during Sextus night. I suppose if you are free as well, we can meet up from time to time for some drinks again at the Fighter''s Retreat, to regale each other the tales of our progress in our respective training.\" ''Sextus?'' Gray thought in confusion. ''Oh right, Saturday.'' \"Maybe. I still have to ask Rarsu though if he''ll allow me some day-off.\" Gray answers. \"Haha, I''m sure he''ll allow it,\" Isamu replies with an assuring grin. \"After all, you need a reasonable amount of breaks when it comes to training, to clear up the mind and body for a well-deserved rest for the next regiment.\" \"I hope so.\" Gray comments. \"And also. \"Isamu stated as he faces Selena with interest. \"I still can''t believe that this girl is actually a Sentinel, a moving humanoid construct that is operated by magic.\" \"Hehe, yeah.\" Gray grins in response as he patted the girl''s head just like how a father does affectionately to his young daughter. \"She''s quite adorable, isn''t she?\" As Gray kept on patting the sentinel''s head, a low continuous vibratory sound was heard coming from the girl, her expression, even stoic, can be also akin to contentment as evident with her closed eyes of tranquility. ''Wait, is she purring!?'' Gray definitely was taken aback by such adorableness that the girl is displaying to them. ''Hehe, what a nice girl. She appears to be capable of subtle emotions from my short observations to her. Perhaps I should ask Rarsu about this.'' \"Hey, hey let me try!!\" Isamu was certainly excited by this prospect as well at seeing a magical creature reacting cutely like this. Unfortunately for Isamu, as soon as the cat-folk''s hand ruffles her hair, he was suddenly received with a harsh, powerful punch to the gut, sending Isamu comically into the ground in pain. \"W-why?\" The cat-folk could barely contain the pain caused by the blow, trying his utmost best as to not faint from agony. Selena no doubt felt annoyed at Isamu''s actions as a tick mark appeared on her forehead while rubbing her fist. She felt that only her master Gray is permitted to perform the act of head-patting or similar acts to her, causing her internal core in a state of comfortable warmth and tenderness for some reason. Gray could only laugh wholeheartedly at the comical misfortune that has befallen on his cat-folk friend. But at the same time, he''s also surprised by the sheer amount of strength that she has displayed for someone with a small frame. *** Rarsu could only stare with a baleful look at the tiny sparrow, his slit reptilian eyes gleaming at how feeble the creature is. The lizardling then picks up the bird and holds it firmly so that it won''t escape from his grasp. \"Hmm, I sense something slightly off within you little bird,\" Rarsu uttered with a look of suspicion being directed at the animal. \"Like powerful yet familiar magic assuming its connection within you. Now, tell me why you are really here or me and my new apprentice might be having bird stew for dinner.\" \"*Chirp!!!*\" The sparrow was sweating profusely in response, nervous at the not so good intentions of its captor. As Rarsu was about to question the sparrow further, an influx of magic suddenly invaded deep within him. ''RARSU!!!'' \"What the?\" A booming and commanding voice of telepathy suddenly was heard inside the lizardling''s mind as his eyes widen with the utmost astonishment. It was not just any other voice though. It was a familiar voice that he hasn''t heard for quite a long time. Much to his very unliking. ''High Druid.'' Rarsu''s merely stated mentally with an unimpressed tone as he proceeded to communicate with the voice telepathically in their conversation. ''Yes, it is I, Rarsu.'' The voice answers as it agrees with Rarsu''s confirmation. ''As long as the sparrow is within close range, I have the power to speak with anyone at that proximity telepathically. Also, you are gripping the bird harshly. Kindly release the poor thing.'' Rarsu absentmindedly nods in response as he did so. The sparrow was clearly relieved that it was out from the scaly uncomfortable clutches of the lizardling''s hand as it catches its breathing. \"*Chirp!!!* *Chirp!!!* *Chirp!!!* *Chirp!!!*\" The sparrow is now seen with an angered look, evident by its multiple tweets of annoyance and its action of pointing the lizardling accusingly with one of its wings. \"*Hiss!!* It''s not my fault that you are eavesdropping suspiciously you stupid bird!! I have every right to be distrustful.\" Rarsu seemed to have understood the creature''s rants, all thanks to his class which allows him to comprehend some of the animal languages, in this case, a bird''s. ''Still the same young Rarsu, I see.'' The High Druid chuckles heartily inside his mind. ''I''m glad that some things never changed.'' ''What do you want old fool?'' Rarsu instantly assumed a serious expression with his tone aggravated, not sharing the same feeling with the man. ''I assume you are not here for some heart to heart talk.'' ''I see.'' The High Druid said sadly. ''You still hold some resentment against me.'' ''What do you think?'' Rarsu responded to him with only irritation. ''Now tell me, what''s your business here before my patience runs out. I can only assume it''s about my new elven apprentice, right?'' ''Correct.'' The High Druid replied. ''I couldn''t help but also overhear about your conversation with the elf and his cat-folk companion, thanks to my mental connection with the sparrow. As a matter of fact, I''ve been tailing the young boy for quite some time even before when he arrived in this town. I could not help but be impressed by the remarkable display that he has been showing during his endeavors. How he saved a village with his wits by misdirecting the bandits with false information and his invention of some new form of entertaining dancing at this town''s tavern the other night ago.'' ''Yes, yes, the cat-folk filled that gap to me about the elf''s deeds during the time when the latter passed out.\" Rarsu answered. \"So, this means that you know of Gray''s legendary status, huh.'' ''Indeed.'' The old mage answered in agreement ''As such, it would be best if you hand the Paragon over to me. I can train him even more properly in the magical arts and grant him the necessary knowledge in his fight against the terrible darkness that will occur in the near future.'' ''And what? Let him be another puppet for you to easily dispose of? Just like her? I refuse.'' ''So, you are still caught up in the shadows of the past.'' The old man''s voice felt grim. ''You do know that her actions were of the utmost necessity to save our order. If it weren''t for Amiyah''s noble actions, then-'' \"DON''T YOU DARE FUCKING UTTER HER NAME WITH THAT HYPOCRITICAL TONGUE OF YOURS!!!\" The Lizardling instinctively yelled out loud upon hearing the woman''s name. Despite being in a telepathic conversation, he completely loses himself in a fit of boiling emotions, causing him to express his rage vocally instead. He then realizes what he has said harshly shortly after as it was unbecoming of a normally collected individual like him. As such, he opted to recompose himself with a series of breathing as he held his chest and went back to communicating mentally. ''I believe we are done here.'' The High Druid absolutely disagreed with him, his tone pleading in an effort to reason with the lizardling. ''But Rarsu, you don''t know what is at stake here!! The Paragon, the prophecy stated in the grimoire, we need to set aside our differences for the sake of this entire land!!'' ''I said, we are done here.'' The lizardling simply said to the old man, not wanting to hear anymore what he is going to say. ''I''ll be a better master than you will ever hope to be.'' The dark tension in the room seemed to have become heavier as both druids felt the obvious animosity between them, mostly being emitted as the High Druid felt the sheer negativity inside Rarsu''s mind. ''I see.'' The High Druid simply stated. ''Very well, I''ll respect your decision as you were once one of my prized and beloved apprentices and thus, also more than capable of teaching the elf. But I''ll be sending some form of my assistance, to at least aid the Paragon in his later undertakings.'' Rarsu merely said nothing with a dejected frown. ''Then, I suppose this is goodbye.'' The High Druid said with slight remorse. ''I''m not asking for your forgiveness but I hope one day that you''ll see reason. I only hope nothing but the best for this land and I''m sure even you of all people know that.'' And with that, their mental connection was cut off as Rarsu''s state of mind was back among the living. After that, he turns his sights at the sparrow as the creature could not help but be unnerved by the look that it is receiving from the lizardling. \"You,\" Rarsu spoke up with a deep serious voice, causing the sparrow to flinch. \"If I''m not mistaken, then you must be one of the High Druid''s new protege, correct?\" \"*Chirp!!*\" The sparrow nods proudly in response, standing tall and proud. \"Then a word of advice for you.\" Rarsu retains his frown with his arms crossed. \"Leave the Order while you have the chance. The High Druid may look benevolent on the outside, but he is nothing more than a cowardly old fool who will not hesitate to use everyone close to him in furthering his goals.\" Before the sparrow is given the chance to retort, Rarsu was having none of that with his foul mood. He then channels his wind magic once more and lifted the bird, directing the creature away into the window going outside. \"Amiyah.\" The lizardling could only utter the woman''s name in sorrow, his expression filled with pure grief. 56 A warriors counsel \"Rarsu, are you alright?!\" After leading Isamu out of the shop for him to leave, Gray and Selena went upstairs immediately upon hearing Rarsu screaming. They barged inside the room out of concern, hoping that everything is okay. With his composure finally regained and the sparrow departed, the druid was able to come up with an excuse. \"Yes, I''m fine. Some¡­ insects merely disturbed me. Out of frustration, I simply shouted while exterminating it. So, there''s nothing to be worried about. You should head on down to the living room as I said earlier. I''ll be there in about a few hours for the start of your tutelage. If you''re feeling hungry, you may grab something to eat at the kitchen which is also located downstairs. It''s hard to miss.\" \"If you say so.\" Gray is not exactly convinced but seeing the somewhat brooding expression of the lizardling, he decided not to pry. The elf nods in agreement as he and Selena complied with Rarsu''s orders and head on downstairs once again. Rarsu then sighs deeply and thought. ''I should not let my emotions get the better of me. It''s best not to dally any further and tutor the Paragon, right after I finished writing a letter to the headmaster regarding the current situation.'' With no more distractions to divert his attention, Rarsu proceeded to his desk and took out a parchment with a quill pen and ink to do so. *** Meanwhile at the office of Guild Master at the Warrior''s Guild, Isamu relays the Rarsu''s message to Malic as the latter was seen to be beyond shocked in response. \"The fateful arrival shall mark the beginning of despair''s shadow,\" Malic uttered the words that were passed on to him by the cat-folk. He then slammed his desk in a fit of total surprise. \"Are you sure that you are not jesting Isamu!? That these words came solely from Rarsu!?\" \"Yes, sir,\" Isamu replies without a shred of falseness. \"The druid instructed me in person to deliver the message to you.\" Malic''s expression turn distressed at this revelation. \"Then a terrible crisis might befall unto us all. Tell me the truth and only the truth, Isamu, what do you know about the current situation involving the words that you have just said to me?\" \"Not much really.\" The cat-folk answered honestly. \"All I know is that my elven friend, the one that I talked to you about during our last meeting, is in fact, the Paragon.\" \"T-the Paragon.\" Malic stutters in his tone as his eyes widen in utmost bewilderment. \"You mean the legendary hero stated in the Grimoire!?\" \"The one and only, sir,\" Isamu responds. \"Hmm.\" Malic rubs his chin in thinking. \"If your friend really is the Paragon, then did he display any particular qualities that are out of the realm of normality?\" \"For one, he straight away fainted at the temple yesterday when we were praying,\" Isamu responds while crossing his arms. \"Yes, I overheard some of the locals and guild members talking about how an elf suddenly passed out at the holy place.\" Malic nods in acknowledgment. \"It may sound eerie for the others who strongly believe in the affair of religion. After all, it''s not every day that such a peculiar case happens in this town. Logically speaking, we can simply conclude that he was not feeling well at that time. So, what does this have to do with him being the Paragon then?\" \"Well, it took him a whole day for him to regain his consciousness.\" Isamu answers. \"He told us that during the time when he passed out, he was summoned in Agnothar, the Divine plane of Agveyr himself.\" Indeed, upon hearing such a phenomenon, Malic could not help but be filled with astonishment. \"T-truly?!!\" Malic''s responded with disbelief. \"Records throughout history state that the Paragon is a being that is beloved by gods of both sides. If what the elf claims are true, then there must be something, a blessing or boon perhaps, granted solely by the Divine of the plane that he was summoned.\" \"A boon,\" Isamu said in wonder. \"Yes, Gray mentioned that he was indeed granted one by Agveyr, a skill that allows him to be capable of assuming a Warrior''s strength despite being a Mage. I believe he calls it the .\" And yet again, Malic''s surprise exploded to levels far beyond reach as his composure seemed to have shattered at that moment. \"T-the .\" Malic controls his breathing in an attempt to regain some composure. \"I have been indulged about that particular topic some time ago when the Headmaster of Arkanos University visited this town. A magic that is said to grant remarkable physical prowess to anyone gifted with the magical arts. But the magic is assumed to be extinct, lost since the era of old, thus fading into mere folk tales and legends.\" \"It''s remarkable, I can tell you that, sir.\" Isamu grins excitedly. \"I even had the first pleasure of testing out his strength in person when Rarsu suggested a match of arm-wrestling to confirm if what Gray claims is true. Long story short, I was completely beaten by him as he pummeled my arms into the floor without even breaking a sweat. He explained that the Intelligence attribute is the deciding factor instead of the Strength attribute in situations that involve one''s test of physical capabilities.\" \"I see.\" Malic nods in understanding. \"Aside from that aspect, anything else that you witness that can be considered eccentric?\" \"Yes,\" Isamu replied. \"Rarsu also mentions that Gray possesses the Divine artifact of the goddess Wynather, the .\" \"Then it''s true, he actually is the Paragon of the legends,\" Malic said with a grim look. \"If that''s the case, then we must be vigilant at all times from this point forward. I''ll also be sending word to my trusted colleagues in high places regarding this dire matter. So, where is the Paragon now?\" \"At Rarsu''s place where he''ll be in an apprenticeship under the druid.\" Isamu answers. \"Good, the elf needs all the knowledge that he can get, if he hopes to combat the forces of darkness.\" Malic nods in approval. As he was about to dismiss the cat-folk, a thought struck into him as he questions. \"Tell me Isamu, how long do you know the Paragon?\" Isamu wonders as to why the Guild Master asks a question of such nature. Despite his slight confusion, he answers. \"Around a week or so when I first met him during my last mission,\" \"And in that period, did you get along with him? Do you consider him as a friend then?\" Malic asks with a serious expression. \"Yes, sir!!\" Isamu responded with enthusiasm. \"Despite our short time together, I can already sense a kindred spirit within him. Our chats during our travels before arriving at this town, his awe-inspiring feat of saving Oakwood, and of course the time when we had our drinks at the Fighter''s Retreat the other night, hahaha!!! That was an unforgettable moment indeed. So, yes I consider him as a friend.\" Malic simply nods favorably at his statement. \"If that''s the case, then do continue to get along with him. A Paragon''s burden is rather heavy and can only be lightened by the support of his friends and comrades. As what I have perceived from the course of history, a Paragon is still a mortal being like us, capable of actions both good and evil either in the fulfillment of his prophecy or outside of its boundaries. As such, it is up to us to aid him in his glorious path and ensure that he won''t fall into the vile temptations of corruption, pulling him out from the abyssal darkness as we direct him once more into the light.\" Isamu opted to remain quiet as he simply nods in response, trying to take the words deeply in his essence. \"What is your end goal, Isamu?\" Malic suddenly asks seemingly out of the topic as he eyed the cat-folk with a soul-piercing gaze. \"I remember the days when you were still a young Runt, about you declaring being a hero of justice for the people when Shael and I brought you in here personally as per your father''s request years ago. You wish to save lives left and right as you boldly asserted your intentions to the whole guild. Tell me, has that been changed? For the past days, I notice your¡­ laxness and dispassion, wallowing yourself in drunken solitude at the tavern almost every night.\" \"Of course not, sir!!!\" Isamu instantly retorted. \"It''s just that, I don''t have much of an opportunity to do so, with so many of my fellow guild members competing and scrounging for contracts. That''s why I plan on rising to the ranks of the guild so that I can partake even more dangerous exclusive contracts to rid the more sinister threats of this land.\" \"Always with the guild and excuses, Isamu.\" Malic shook his head with a frown. \"If you truly wish to fulfill your goal, then you must explore other opportunities as well, think outside the box. Don''t limit yourself in one field and focus on possibilities that are far beyond the horizon.\" \"Then, what am I supposed to do, Guild Master?\" Isamu pleaded in a low voice. \"That''s for you to find out. It is a path that you should be forging on your own free will without anyone''s interference.\" Malic simply said with a fatherly tone. \"Now, if there''s nothing else, you are free to go. With the Paragon''s arrival, I should not delay any further and do my part. Also, thank you for bringing up such vital information to me.\" Isamu simply nods in acknowledgment as he respectfully bows down and turns to his back to leave the office, contemplating the advice being imparted to him by Malic. At his desk, Malic turns behind him as he stares at the window, showcasing Chadena''s majestic splendor in a bird''s eye view. ''I hope my advice would serve as a motivation for the young boy.'' Malic simply thought with a solemn smile. ''If he''s anything like you, old friend, then I have faith that he''ll make a decision that''ll truly aspire to be the best he can be, just like how you always wanted for him.'' 57 A Sentinels purpose After about an hour and a half or so, Rarsu finally finishes writing and finalizing the detailed letter which will be sent off via Druidic magic which he used to call a black-white hawk that enters from the window. \"Ah, it''s nice to see you again, Girawk,\" Rarsu said with affection as he caresses the male hawk''s head. The hawk whose name is Girawk was indeed enamored by the gesture as he rubs his head adoringly at the Druid''s hand. \"I have a favor for you, old friend,\" Rarsu requests as he shows the parchment to the hawk. \"Make haste to Everfall at the Arkanos University and deliver this letter to the headmaster. It''s important that you fulfill this vital task without delay.\" Girawk screeches approvingly in response as he received the letter with his beak. He then flew off outside through the window as Rarsu stares at the hawk''s retreating form in the beautiful horizon. With Rarsu''s duty accomplished, he immediately set foot outside of the room to find his new elven apprentice for the tutelage. As he arrived at the living room, he witnesses Gray and Selena playing some sort of hand game. \"As I mentioned earlier, Rock beats Scissors, Scissors beat Paper, and Paper beats Rock.\" Gray lectures the Sentinel child. \"It''s a simple yet exciting game to pass out the time or as a way to settle arguments. Now let''s try again.\" Selena nods vigorously with her eyes gleaming with enthusiasm. Despite her concrete lack of emotions, Gray can still see the curiosity that she is currently displaying, shown by the look of intent that she is giving to him. Rarsu opted to observe their interactions as he seemed to be quite intrigued by mortal-like sentience being shown by the Sentinel. ''Fascinating.'' Rarsu thought with interest. ''In just a few days since she was activated, the girl has been emitting awareness never before seen by the other Sentinels that I have created. I can only theorize that Gray''s soul is the cause of all of this.'' As Gray turns his head, he notices the lizardling at the corner as the latter merely observes them. \"Oh, Rarsu, I guess you are finished writing the letter, huh.\" Gray grins as he greeted the Druid. \"Yes.\" The lizardling answers. \"So, what are you two young ones up to during my absence?\" \"Well, we first grab something to eat as you suggested,\" Gray said. \"Then, I completely forgot that Selena is actually a magical construct as she refused the bread that I offered to her. For the rest of our free time, I just had some leisure chat with the girl while checking up on her stats and skills. Her Intelligence, I can understand maybe, but her Strength and Dexterity are quite big with her Speech locked. Is that normal?\" Gray remembered Selena''s attributes as he asks. Selena Lvl 13: Health: 1159 / 1159 Mana: 2351 / 2351 ATTRIBUTES: Strength: 30 Dexterity: 29 Endurance: 19 Intelligence: 37 Willpower: 14 Speech: 7 (Locked) Luck: 10 Indeed, Gray wonders why the attribute of Speech is locked in Selena''s case, showcasing the icon of a lock beside the said attribute. \"Yes,\" Rarsu responds. \"Although their attributes vary depending on the type, the one thing that all Sentinels possess is their redeeming factor of great Strength with some touches of magic in their deadly arsenal. I manage to tweak her in the intended configuration during creation despite her small figure, thus still granting the usual combat traits of a normal Sentinel. A Sentinel normally is also incapable of vocal coherent language, and as such, the Speech attribute for them is impossible to increase.\" \"I see.\" Gray seemed to have understood more or less regarding the Sentinel''s circumstance. \"And about her gaining semblance of emotions, is that also normal?\" \"No.\" Rarsu answers while shaking his head in disagreement. \"Sentinels are incapable of it, at least the common ones that I know of. Perhaps the reason is that the girl is a product of your soul. Even more so with you being the Paragon. Let me cast a spell to inspect the state of her soul so we can find out the mystery that surrounds our little Sentinel here once and for all.\" \"Alright.\" Gray agrees as Rarsu approaches the girl and touches her shoulder. The lizardling closes his eyes as the spell that he is about to cast requires deep focus without any interruption. The lizardling''s hand suddenly emits a glowing white light as Selena flinches slightly in response to his actions. After a minute has passed, Isamu was eventually done with the spell as he releases his hand with the light disappearing. \"R-remarkable.\" Rarsu stutters slightly in his speech as he stared astonishingly at Selena. \"Well, how goes the check?\" Gray asks in anticipation. \"Her soul.\" The lizardling answers with an awe-stricken tone. \"It''s already complete. The partial state of her soul has completely reformed, turning it into a proper force of life that houses the body of a construct.\" Indeed, Gray was surprised by the new-found revelation that Rarsu stated. \"W-wow.\" The elf simply was taken aback. \"How is that even possible?\" \"It''s most likely your Paragon soul.\" Rarsu answers with his arms crossed. \"Your soul is capable of recovering at an absurd rate the last time I remembered. The portion of the soul that you have transferred to the girl''s vessel may possess the same characteristic, resulting in her soul regenerating similarly fast and forming into an authentic one.\" \"That''s freaking awesome!!\" Gray yelled with a huge grin as he fails to hold back his excitement. He next faces Selena with the same bright smile. \"Isn''t that great, Selena? You are a real person now with genuine feelings. Hmm, since you do have my soul, then I suppose that you are technically me?\" Selena simply nods in response, but it''s pretty obvious that she too was thrilled at this prospect, evident by her eyes that seemed to be shining with nothing but sheer exhilaration and her face sporting a subtle blush at the compliment received by Gray. \"Heh, I never really had a sibling back at my original world,\" Gray said. Then, he raises his arm horizontally as he shows his closed fist. \"It''s settled, from now on, I hereby declare you my soul-sibling!!\" [+12 GOOD] Selena tilted her head in confusion at the elf''s unfamiliar gesture of the hand. \"Oh, right.\" Gray realizes the girl''s lack of significant common knowledge. \"It''s called a fist bump. It''s a friendly gesture that marks companionship and rapport between two people. When one offers this gesture of kindness, you simply return it with the same act and lightly tap his or her clenched fist.\" Indeed, Selena was feeling cozy and warm inside her core by the kindness being displayed to her by her master. Even more so when he said that he considers her as a sibling and not some mere construct that is simply to be ordered around. For the past days ever since she was activated, the girl was contemplating the meaning of her existence. Of course, Selena all too well knows her role the moment when she was born from the ritual, a Sentinel that is dedicated solely for the bidding and protection of her master. The magic and configuration simply program her to perform such actions. But ever since she has started to slowly gain some self-awareness, she started to question the very role that was laid down to her. Was it really all that there is to it? Your whole life solely in becoming a mere insignificant slave who is only perceived as tools by society in the fulfillment of someone''s self-interest? With such reflection to herself, she then observes the new elven master that was configured to her by the lizardling in her ventures of curiosity. In the span of their every meeting, she could not help but be puzzled as to why the elf is showing nothing but only kindness to her. The elf even goes so far as to name her after someone that she believed is precious to the lizardling. And let''s not forget about the affectionate head-pats that she received from the elf, an act that caused her internal core to act all warm and comfortable. Yes, she will gladly and whole-heartily accept him. Going back to the current situation, Selena gazes at the elf''s black eyes, only seeing the sincerity behind it as it shows no ounce of deception underneath. ''B-brother.'' Timidly, Selena slowly raises her fist as she willingly accepts the gesture in return, an act of destiny that marks a brand-new beginning of a bond between soul-siblings, a dynamic duo that will shake the heart of Silverhart itself in the coming days. In the background, Rarsu only stares at the wholesome scenery with a smile of his own. He could also not help but witness a remarkable amount of semblance between him and Amirah, seeing the silhouette of their younger selves in the two soul-siblings with their fist-bumping. ''Heh, it appears that the Gods have made the right decision in choosing the elf.'' Rarsu thought as he definitely felt assured in the elf''s personality. ''He truly is the Paragon that we need in the darkness that will befall to us in the near future.'' 58 First day of Apprenticeship After the situation with Selena is finally clarified, Rarsu claps his hand to garner the soul-siblings'' attention. \"Alright, now that everything is settled, follow me into the basement so that we can officially begin the apprenticeship,\" Rarsu said as he gestured for the both of them to do so. Gray and Selena complied as the three proceeded to went down. After a short while, they arrived at the said place, more specifically, at the open area where Gray was acquainted with the Soul Transfusion ritual that transpired a few days ago. The elf could only shiver nervously upon recollecting the unbearable pain that he has endured during the mentioned ritual. At this time though, Gray notices that the Magic Circle is now nowhere to be seen. Instead, there are humanoid dummies made out of wood that is arranged in an orderly manner in front of them that are most likely set-up in preparation for what Rarsu has in store for him. \"This is where you''ll be spending most of the time in honing your magical capacity.\" Rarsu starts to brief the elf in his training regime. \"As well as other things that a Mage such as yourself must possess in your ever-growing arsenal. Things such as Alchemy, Enchanting, and perhaps, Sentmaturgy if you are up for it. For the other times of the day, you''ll be secluding inside in my personal library located upstairs where you will be required to read various fundamentals and topics about magic. Normally, an apprenticeship lasts for about a year or two, depending on how well the apprentice''s progress is.\" \"Wait, a year?\" Gray was taken aback by how long he is going to serve under the lizardling. \"That''s the recommended period if one wishes to learn magic efficiently, in the University standard that is.\" Rarsu answers. \"You look like someone smart and capable enough though. I won''t be surprised if you managed to complete my designated course that is going to last for three months, the period that I estimated in your training completion.\" \"Hmm, are you sure about that?\" Gray asks with a little bit of doubt despite his training time being cut significantly. \"I''m not sure if compressing a year-long lesson plan into three months is a good idea.\" \"Heh, I have faith that you can manage it,\" Rarsu smirks. \"Besides, you look more of a hands-on type rather than someone who delves in theory, so we''ll be skipping some of the irrelevant theoretical parts that offer no benefits other than book smarts. Really, those snots at the University should consider revising their lesson plan, such a shame. Anyways, a few of my previous apprentices, the spectacular ones, managed to complete the course even less than what I have intended for them.\" Rarsu then took out a piece of paper from his Inventory and handed it to the elf. \"Starting tomorrow, you will be strictly adhering to the schedule that I designated to you. If you truly wish to become skilled in the magical arts, then I suggest following it, for your sake too.\" Gray nods as he read mentally the schedule laid out for him. 5:00 am to 5:30 am ¨C Breakfast and Personal Hygiene. 5:30 am to 6:15 am ¨C Magic exercises. 6:20 am to 8:20 am ¨C Magic fundamentals and training. 8:30 am to 10:30 am ¨C Alchemy. 10:45 am to 12:15 pm ¨C Enchanting. 12:15 pm to 1:00 pm ¨C Lunch Break. 1:00 pm to 3:00 pm ¨C Magic Circles and its application. 3:10 pm to 5:10 pm ¨C Sentmaturgy or more Magic fundamentals and training. 5:10 pm to 6:30 pm ¨C Dinner and Personal Necessities. 6:30 pm to 10:00 pm ¨C Self-study and review at the library. 10:00 pm to 5:00 am ¨C Personal Rest. \"Hmm, this is kind of taxing.\" Gray frowns a bit at the plan. \"So will this be every day?\" \"Ideally, it must be,\" Rarsu spoke with his arms crossed. \"But I''m willing to give you a single rest day of your choice, with the night before your chosen day being a free time as well, starting at 5:10 pm. Now which day it shall be?\" ''Hmm, since I''ll be probably meeting with Isamu at Sextus night every week at most, so I guess the day after that. Wait, what was the term for Sunday again?'' Gray thought while rubbing his chin. After a short recollecting, Gray finally remembers as he answers. \"Septima.\" \"Very well.\" Rarsu agrees. And with that, Gray''s apprenticeship has officially begun as Rarsu began lecturing the elf. \"Now since this is the first day, let''s start with some lecture,\" Rarsu said. \"I will simply brief you about the fundamentals of magic and its application in the physical world for the rest of this day. Tell me, what do you know about the System?\" \"Hmm.\" Gray ponders as he answers. \"All I know is that it is the set of game-like mechanisms that aid us in our everyday lives. Mechanisms including the UI that helps us in verifying our Character, Inventory, Map, Skills, and the Journal.\" \"Yes, that''s the common knowledge that every people of Silverhart possess.\" Rarsu nods. \"Today, we will first tackle more regarding the subject matter of the System. Now, I want you to cast a basic starting spell and direct it at one of the dummies.\" Gray nods as he instinctively conjures Arcane Energy in his hand. With it, he hurled an at the dummy, smashing it to pieces. After a short while, the dummy assembles itself magically much to Gray''s surprise. ''Huh, I guess these dummies serve as convenient objects where you can test out your spells without end.'' Gray concluded in his thoughts. \"And now, you''ve got to wonder, how is it that you are able to cast a spell that very easily, especially the moment when you unleashed it for the very first time?\" Rarsu asks. \"You are also probably thinking along the lines that magic is going to be that easy at all times, I assumed.\" \"Now that you mention it, yeah.\" Gray answers. \"I always thought that magic is kind of simple, like how I just simply know how to channel the Arcane Energy and turning it into a volatile bolt of destruction.\" \"And that my dear apprentice is where you are wrong.\" The lizardling replied. \"Before we dive into our main lesson about magic, you must first know about the mechanisms behind the System that we all possess.\" Rarsu pauses for a while as he cleared his throat. \"True mastery of magic requires dedication, study, and practice. What you merely cast is a spell that is pre-determined by the System. Upon reaching level 10, you are granted with the basic knowledge of your chosen class. Knowledge such as the class'' traits, basics of magic casting and channeling, and a beginner set of skills, including the ones in your Discipline. The skills, the Tier 1 spells, are like free gifts granted by the System to provide some sort of incentive for the user to thrive and survive at the bare minimum. At least that''s what some of the scribes and priests speculate. So, spells that are Tier 2 or higher can only be acquired by learning it through studying and practice.\" ''Well that sucks.'' Gray thought with slight annoyance. ''So, this world does not exactly adhere to the shortcuts and advantages that most video game protagonists possess.'' One thing that came in mind to the Elf is Skyrim, where the Dragonborn unrealistically is capable of learning new spells suddenly by a fucking click of the spell tome. Yup, Gray has to work his fucking ass off in his conquest to power. Well, at least he was provided with the basics by the System, so it''s still somehow good. The basics certainly will help him in his endeavor of learning more advanced spells in the future. \"So, that explains why I just seemed to have the knowledge of casting my spells,\" Gray said in realization. \"I guess it''s all thanks to the System then. I definitely find it weird about how I was able to know all that stuff despite having no prior knowledge or experience about the basics of being a Mage.\" \"Yes.\" Rarsu nods in agreement as he continues. \"As historians delve throughout the subject matter in the course of history, they merely conclude that the System is a powerful sentient being with a subtle mind of its own, granted by the System Goddess of this world, Sylvia. It is considered that the System a flexible one, capable of adjusting thoroughly to match the affairs that circulate around the user. Like for example, if you learn a new skill by studying its fundamentals at a book or better yet, creating a new one on your own then the System will make the necessary procedures and integrate the said skill to itself for the user''s convenience. The action also includes but is not limited to: the granting of XP, the Attribute checks of a specific action, and a whole lot more.\" \"Wow, that sounds kind of interesting.\" Gray comments with his attention piqued throughout the lecture. \"And how about the Quests though? Does the System always grant a Quest whenever someone asks me for a request?\" \"Most of the time, yes.\" Rarsu answers. \"But as I said earlier, the System has a mind of its own. As what researchers have observed, the System is the one that determines if such a request is plausible to be a Quest. The Quest can range from simple ones such as fetch this, fetch that, to slaying a powerful monster in the woods. Of course, the System with its own free will may also grant you a Quest based on your current situation. Like for example, if you woke up and suddenly find yourself lost in the woods, then you will most probably receive a Quest saying to find your way out.\" \"And how about the Character Creation?\" Gray asks. \"When I first arrived in Silverhart, it was Sylvia herself who gave me the opportunity to be a part of this world.\" \"Ah, so you did meet the System Goddess,\" Rarsu said with utmost intrigued. \"Character Creation is an exclusive feature for Paragons such as yourself as told by your predecessors throughout history. It is a way to easily help you in integrating into this world by bestowing you the starting skill sets necessary in your future exploits.\" \"I see.\" Gray simply nods in acknowledgment. \"So, did Sylvia summoned me in this world?\" \"Hmm, maybe.\" Rarsu answers. \"Records throughout some reliable sources mention that the Paragon is summoned by one of the Gods, both Divine and Demonic. Hopefully, it''s not the latter though as the God that has summoned you is said to have something that is quite similar to you in personality. This means that most Evil Paragons are associated with a Demonic God. At least, that''s what your predecessors have mentioned in the books.\" ''So, Sylvia most definitely knows that I''m the Paragon but why didn''t she tell me the moment when I arrived?'' Gray thought with a frown. ''And based on the context of her speech when we first met, she seemed to not know who summoned me here in the first place. Or maybe she is lying? That goddess sure is skeptical to my unliking.'' Nevertheless, Gray simply nods in response as he understood the gist of everything at what Rarsu imparted to him. \"That''s certainly enlightening.\" Gray smiles in appreciation. \"Thank you, Rarsu.\" \"It''s my pleasure.\" Rarsu nods in acknowledgment. \"And by the way...\" \"It''s Master to you, my dear Apprentice.\" The lizardling said in a strict tone. And with that, Gray''s Apprenticeship goes on smoothly as Rarsu proceeds in lecturing the young elf about magic. 59 Answers revealed Now that the topic regarding System is seemed to have finally been clarified, Rarsu starts to lecture Gray and Selena about the concept of magic as a whole. "Magic in simple definition is the art or ability to alter the physical world through the use of Mana," Rarsu said as he conjured a floating small rock on his left hand and wind magic on the other hand. "Mana is something that every living being possesses. Yes, even the tiniest of creatures such as an ant is of no exception. It is us Mages that truly have the capabilities to utilize Arkanos'' gift to its full potential, weaving the fabrics of reality as we see fit." Gray and Selena simply remain quiet as they listened to Rarsu attentively with their full interest. Rarsu dematerializes the magic on his hands as he continues. "Despite the deep intricate wonders of Magic, there are still the limitations that we have to adhere to, unfortunately." "Limitations?" Gray does not like the sound of that. "Yes." Rarsu nods. "For example, as an \u003cArcanist\u003e, you are only capable of learning and casting spells that are Arcane of nature. As a \u003cDruid\u003e myself, however, Earth and Wind Magic coupled with Animal and Healing Nature Magic are of the norm. Upon choosing your particular Mage class when reaching Level 10, it''s the System that grants you the specific Mana Signature of the class. Thus, the nature or element of a Mage''s Magic depends solely on their Mana Signature." "Mana Signature huh." Gray comments. "So, you can''t cast spells other than your intended Signature?" "You can, but I highly advise against it," Rarsu responds with a disapproving tone. "You will be afflicted with a terrible disease called Mancemia, the state of Mana poisoning. The Mana inside your body will be infected by the foreign Arcane or Magical Energy that is channeled within upon casting the spell. Arcane or Magical energy is a substance that every magic has. Arcanists like yourself wield the energy at its pure form while others possess the energy at different natures that correspond with their respective Mana Signatures. The disease can quickly become life-threatening if left unchecked, so don''t you even think about it. Thankfully, there is a cure with a special medicine but the healing process takes a significant amount of time and causes you to be bed-ridden, so the risks are simply not worth it. Although there are some spells that are universally compatible in every Signature, something that can be cast by every Mage class." "W-wow." A sweat has fallen from the elf''s nervous look. "That''s one arrow that I was able to dodge." "Indeed." Rarsu nods in regard. "But how about Non-Mages?" Gray asks. "Since they also have Mana, then what are their Signature? Is it possible for them to catch the disease? Wait, can Warriors or Rogues even perform Magic? They also possessed Mana after all, even if it''s by a little amount." "Ah, yes," Rarsu stated. "All of us have extremely sensitive Mana upon birth. It''s only upon reaching level 10 that we can in a sense, choose what our Mana Signature is going to be by picking a Mage class through the System. Non-Mages, unfortunately for them, still retain the sensitivity that they possess when they were born with the lack of a specific Signature, thus being even more susceptible to the disease. Of course, the disease is common knowledge in this world, so cases regarding it are extremely rare since prevention is rather easy. Non-Mages can try casting a spell, but the risks far outweigh the benefits." "I see." Gray answers in understanding. "So, do you understand the importance of what I have just said?" Rarsu questions in clarification. "Yes, Rarsu." Gray answers. "What did I say about you calling me?" The lizardling then gave him a grave look with his arms crossed, causing Gray to be unnerved by the expression in response. "Oh, I mean... yes Master." Gray chuckles sheepishly while scratching his hair. Rarsu simply nods in approval as he resumes his lecture. "Now, let''s talk about Disciplines." The Druid moves on to the next topic. "What can you tell me about it?" "From what I know, it''s some sort of specialization that anyone is going to tackle in their respective class which consists of a unique set of skills or traits that are exclusive to it." The Arcanist replies. "Correct," Rarsu said in agreement. "Discipline is an important feature in the Skill UI and magic as well. But another thing you must know is that some Disciplines also constitute a significant key personality within an individual. First, tell me, what is your Discipline?" "Sustenance," Gray replies. "Good," Rarsu spoke with a favorable tone. "I''m glad you chose that one instead of Annihilation. The Annihilation Discipline of Arcanist no doubt is more powerful than their Sustenance counterpart in terms of raw power. The Arcanists of this Discipline most of the time enters into a fit of Arcane madness when they are in combat, succumbing themselves to their maniacal tendencies as they delight themselves in destroying and feeding their adversaries, causing unadulterated destruction at their every wake. So, we can strongly assume that any Arcanists who are dangerously demented are of the said Discipline. Although, don''t rely on mere assumptions too much as some of them managed to break the stereotypes and are prominent Mages at the University. In Sustenance''s case, however, tranquility is the main aspect, allowing easier control of your Arcane Magic to a significant fine degree. That''s one advantage that you have over the Annihilation." "Arcane madness, huh." Gray rubs his chin with a frown. "I did experience something similar to what you have described when I was granted the \u003cArcanist\u003e class by Sylvia. Perhaps my Discipline was Annihilation by default before deciding to pick Sustenance in the end. Phew, another arrow dodged." "Yes, Annihilation is feared for its disastrous reputation." Rarsu nods. "So, if you find yourself in a situation where you need to introduce your class, then you should also state your Discipline to ease them down a bit for your convenience. Most common-folk, in their shallow pathetic minds, only see Sustenance as acceptable in their eyes. Most of the distaste stems deeply from Mage Outlaws who are associated with Annihilation. Even though if they know that you are of Sustenance, you will still be receiving some form of disdain and slight contempt from the public, in their fear of your class as a whole. So, tread lightly in your social partaking and as much as possible, just don''t open the topic up." "I see," Gray said in acknowledgment. Then, he suddenly remembers something as he wants to clarify some confusion regarding himself. "When Isamu and I first met, we encountered some Bandits before us arriving here." "Yes, yes, your friend filled all the gap to me when I asked more about you when you passed out from the temple." Rarsu interrupts the elf. "At that moment, it was my first time killing a human being." Gray frowns as he thoughtfully looks at the palm of his right hand. "I only felt calm amidst the killings that I just did, instead of at least feeling even the slightest of qualms. Sure, they were Bandits, criminals, but am I supposed to feel that way? Is the System or more specifically, the Discipline is the cause of the state of composure that I felt in the act of killing?" "I understand how you feel." Rarsu nods in sympathy. "And yes, your Discipline is a strong factor of your calmness despite being in a situation that you are unfamiliar with. Make no mistake though, you will still be feeling the emotion of fear against terrifying odds that will overcome you. Despite the Discipline being a strong part of your state of emotion, in the end, it''s ultimately up to you whether to succumb to the feeling or overcome it. Of course, in that particular situation, being collected is the right choice as you force yourself to abandon unnecessary hesitance in the fulfillment of righteous execution." Gray simply nods in understanding as he opted to stay quiet in response. "Anyways, do you have any more questions?" Rarsu asks, causing Gray to shake his head in disagreement. "Very well. Now that you have a basic idea about magic as a whole, I suppose we can end our lecture early and officially start tomorrow. In the meantime, follow me and I''ll get you acquainted with the library, for you will be spending inside that place for the rest of your nights during the three months." "Alright." Gray nods as he and Selena followed Rarsu who is leading them to the library. In a short while, they arrived at the place as Rarsu opens the door. Going inside, Gray and Selena were led to a medium-sized room filled with an assortment of books, scrolls, parchments, and anything literary in nature. "Behold, my personal library." Rarsu introduced the place with a smile that is filled with pride. "These are the collection of books that I managed to get my hands on through various reliable sources from across the land. I''ve taken the liberty to sort them in an orderly fashion by each bookshelf compartment for convenience. Of course, spell books that are unrelated to anything of your Mage class are strictly prohibited for reasons that we have discussed during our lecture. After you are done, return them to their proper place immediately, got it?" "Yes, Rar¡­ Master." Gray instantly corrected himself, not wanting to deal with the lizardling''s annoyance. Then, he asks excitedly. "So, where''s a book where I can learn Arcane spells?" "It''s right over at the second compartment, the blue one on the very end." Rarsu directs the elf as Gray happily grabs it. As soon as he laid the book on a desk and opens it, the elf''s excitement has faded away upon seeing its contents, evident by his smile turning upside down in an instant. "W-what the fuck is this shit!?" Gray was baffled upon witnessing incoherent words, runes, and language written all over the pages. Suddenly and much to Gray''s further surprise, another book that is a bit huge was slammed on top of the book of Arcane Spells. Seeing the new book''s cover, Gray this time was able to decipher it as it was in the Common tongue, much to his relief. "University''s Simple Guide to Elharis, 3rd Edition" "I told you, it wouldn''t be that easy," Rarsu smirks playfully at Gray. "Allow me to introduce you to the language of your people." The elf gulps nervously in response, thinking that this will indeed be a grueling three months of mental agony ahead for him. 60 Outskirts of the town Gray''s face is definitely twitching in annoyance upon witnessing the green book that is introduced to him by Rarsu. "W-wait." The elf said with a distressed expression. "I''m supposed to study this!?" "Haha, of course." Rarsu chuckles, entertained at seeing his apprentice''s comical look of discontent. "Most of the magic spells and incantations derived solely from your race''s mother tongue, the Elharis. After all, it is the elves of the era of old who have introduced the ways of magic and their intricacies in the whole land. Thus, Arkanos, the God of Magic, is depicted as an elven figure and worshiped by Magic-users until this day." ''Damn, this sure is troublesome.'' Gray thought in annoyance as he opens the book about the elven language. Upon eyeing the ridiculous amount of content that he is expected to learn, Gray could not help but cry mentally in agony. ''What the hell!? Forget three months!!! This shit is going to take me three years!!!'' "Heh, I''m sure you''ll be fine," Rarsu assures him. "The book is quite easy to grasp once you get the hang of it. Now that you seemed to have settled in, I''ll head on outside for the moment as I still have my duties as the gardener of the Boscage and make my inspection around the district''s garden. I''ll be back for dinner." Then Rarsu faces Selena. "And my dear, make sure that your¡­ brother does not slack off. The fate of the entire land rests in his studies, after all." Selena simply opted to remain quiet as she and Gray witness Rarsu raising his hand in a farewell gesture while departing the library. Gray could only stare at the book in displeasure. But after a short while, Gray forces himself as he slaps his cheeks in an attempt to motivate himself, his eyes burning with bright determination as he dives into the book''s pages. ''Damn it, if I have time to be moping around like a fucking pussy, then I might as well use this time productively instead.'' The elf thought as he hardens his resolve. ''After all, this is legit fucking magic, something that my fellow humans back at my original world lack the privilege. I now have the perfect opportunity to learn such things that are only thought to be mere dreams and fantasies found in video games and other media. No way in hell am I going to waste such a chance!!!'' With his enthusiasm restored, Gray proceeds to read the book, his eyes glued at every word found within. *** For one Isamu Meiyo, after his truthful talk with Malic, he decided to proceed to the outskirts of the town, currently finding himself somewhere in the farmlands to find a certain \u003cChampion\u003e of the Warrior''s Guild for training, an orc who goes by the name of Krothu. While making his way to the said area, he could not help but ponder deeply regarding what the Guild Master imparted to him a while ago. ''A hero huh.'' Were Isamu''s thoughts. ''I always thought that when I finally became an official member of the Guild, I could be one. But applying for contracts can be quite a competition between fellow guild members, and even more so in the lower ranks. Thus, the opportunities, in reality, are low sadly.'' Suddenly, a certain memory resurfaced inside the cat-folk''s mind as he remembers Gray''s exact words during the past incident at the Bandit Encampment days ago. ''And I refuse to see good villagers dying on my watch.'' That is the statement that Gray uttered as Isamu clearly remembers the elf''s unwavering expression that accompanies a strong demeanor before initiating the plan of Bandit enactment. ''Heh, I guess Gray is already a hero that made his mark in this world. And when he is actually revealed to be the Paragon of legends, there are greater feats for him to be fulfilled in the future.'' Isamu thought, feeling slightly jealousy about his new friend and the glory that awaits him. ''And here I am, still stuck without a clear path to partake. I bet abad (father) is going to be seething with disappointment upon seeing how his beduk (son) turns out to be; a drunken mess with no direction in life, haha.'' Despite feeling down, the cat-folk tries his utmost best as to not let the depression rule over him in his everyday life, clinging to a gleeful mask that he created himself in covering his vulnerabilities. As such, Isamu still manages to retain his sense of pride to himself, at least making the effort of improving himself when an opportunity arises. Like in this instance where the Orc \u003cChampion\u003e is free for training as suggested by Malic. The location of the Orc''s living arrangements is considered common knowledge throughout the guild as Krothu is a renowned warrior that everyone in the guild looks up to. Not to mention, the Orc is also a member of the Count''s court, a Baron, meaning he is also a notable individual of the town. After a few moments of trekking through the familiar farmlands and confirming with some of the farmers if the Orc is at his place, which he indeed is, Isamu finally arrives at his designated location. The place itself is quite a pleasant sight to see. A quaint two-story manor made of wood stands right in front of the cat-folk with two small ploughlands that are filled with crops consisting of cabbages and wheat respectively. Beside the manor is a barn that houses the many livestock that supports the agriculture trade. Approaching the door of the house, Isamu knocks, hoping for the orc to answer. After a short while, the door was opened, unveiling a tall muscular orc wearing a simple white shirt, khaki long pants, and brown boots. His appearance is definitely what you expect from a well-known race of naturally born Warriors. The man has green skin with an intimidating beastly look. His tusk-like teeth protrude for everyone to see, accentuating to his already menacing appearance. "Hmm, yes?" The orc''s profound voice resonates as he eyed his cat-folk visitor. Krothu Lvl 15 \u003cChampion\u003e Health: 2,014 / 2,014 Stamina: 912 / 912 Mana: 170 / 170 Isamu dismissed the notion of the Orc being weak, knowing that it is all just an \u003cImpersonation\u003e. "Greetings, Sir Krothu." Isamu greets with the respect due to him, being one of the prominent senior members of the guild. "Hmm, Isamu." The orc, Krothu, returns the gesture with a simple nod as he seemed to be familiar with the cat-folk. "What brings you here?" "I seek training, sir." Isamu answers. "It was Guild Master Malic who pointed me to you as per his suggestion." "I see. So, Malic sent you huh." Krothu responds with an understanding look. Then he assumed a playful look as he crossed his brawny arms. "My training can be quite brutal and unforgiving. Are you sure that you are up to it?" "Of course sir!!!" Isamu responds enthusiastically. "I''m willing to do whatever it takes!!" "Anything huh," Krothu answers with a chuckle. "I can definitely see the fire burning within you. But the real question is, how long will that fire last until such time that it will be smothered into nothingness? Many have tried but only a few have triumphed." Isamu simply looks at the orc in confusion at such a statement, definitely not liking the sound of that. "Very well, I will train you," Krothu said, causing Isamu''s face to lit up excitedly at the prospect. "But on one condition." "Condition?" Isamu utters with a questioning look. "Follow me." Krothu gestures the cat-folk as they went outside. As they walk around the area that is surrounded by land filled with farmers of most ages that tend to the land. They work hard in nurturing it and take great care of the crops and livestock as this is their source of income and sustenance for themselves and their family. After a short while, Krothu and Isamu stop on their tracks as the former approaches an old human farmer. Despite his old age, one can see how physically strong and healthy the man is, evident by how active he is in working at one of the fields. Krothu cleared his throat to catch the old man''s attention. "Ah, Baron Krothu, sir!!" The old man acknowledges the orc''s presence. "You humble us with your generous presence." "Just checking the state of the farm, Elder Bren." Krothu smiles at him. "And I must say, you folks are indeed doing splendid work as always." "I thank you for such praise, sir." The old man named Bren bows down with the utmost of respect. "You always do us honor." "Heh, you lots are the real champions here," Krothu comments with a praising tone. "By the way, you did mention something about one of your good men retiring, right?" "Yes, sir." Bren nodded in agreement. "Elder Jeremus, at his older age, is not capable anymore of handling the physical tolls of the job. As a result, we are currently searching for a suitable replacement for him, someone who is physically strong enough to handle the labors of farm work." "And your search has come to an end!!" Krothu said as he playfully taps Isamu''s back. "This young lad over here will work here at the farmlands." "Wait, what!?" Isamu''s surprise skyrocketed in an instant as he looked at the orc accusingly. "This is not what we talk about!!" "Oh, I''ll train you alright." Krothu was amused at the cat-folk''s betrayed expression. "But my training, of course, is not some mere treasure that can be handed out willingly for free. This is the condition that I''m talking about, something like the contracts that we in the guild are accustomed to." Krothu then paused for a moment and begun to tell Isamu the terms of his conditions. "For about a month and a half or so, you will be working here with the farmers, spending your days tending to the fields like the rest of them. If I find your performance satisfactory in the end, I''ll agree to train you with the best of my abilities. What do you say?" \u003cQUEST START!!\u003e \u003cThe toils for harvest''s fruition\u003e [Krothu, a senior member of the guild, has agreed to train you in one condition, aid the farmers with their work for about a month and a half.] \u003cQuest Completion\u003e - Work as a farmer at Chadena''s farm. \u003cQuest Bonus\u003e - (???) \u003cQuest Rewards\u003e - (???), (???) \u003cACCEPT QUEST?\u003e YES / NO ''So, this is what the other guild members meant when sir Krothu''s training is unconventional.'' Isamu ponders about this as he rubs his furry chin. ''Well, I suppose a month and a half won''t hurt that much. After all, this is one of the esteemed Warriors that is highly respected even by the Guild Master himself. To be trained by one of them has achieved nothing but great benefits.'' "Alright, I accept." Isamu nods in agreement as he clicks YES. "Excellent," Krothu said with approval. "Now, I only expect diligence and commitment to your job, young warrior. If I hear so much as a grave complaint coming from any of the farmers, then you might as well be forgetting your training. Don''t worry about your absence at the guild, I''ll make sure to notify Malic on your behalf, hehe. Anyways, Bren here will be providing you with more of the details. I''ll be taking my leave if you don''t have any inquiries. If you folks need me, then I''m at the manor as always." Krothu then left the two to their devices as Bren proceeds to tell Isamu about his job description. 61 Elharis It was a slightly mentally enduring experience indeed for Gray as he delves in at his studies of Elharis back at the library of Rarsu''s place. Around three hours have passed since the elf began studying the book, and he was able to at least grasp the most basic of comprehension about the elven tongue. "Fire means Ignus, Rafas means Origin, Mona means Return, Manib means Hand, Arcane means Arcan¡­" The elf continues to utter additional words as he practices by writing the associated alphabetical symbols at a blank sheet of paper with a quill. While doing so, he cross-referenced it with the book of Elharis to check if what he did is correct. And to his pleasant surprise, the elf is remarkably doing quite well in his progress, as he was able to achieve more than what he expected. It is because of his High Intelligence of 52 that he is more effective in his studies. Gray was able to write around forty words with reasonable accuracy in his period of study. Sure, it was not perfect, but one can see the clear presence of progression in it. The Elharis guide also contains information about the fundamentals of magic spells. They are based on chants and phrases of the elven tongue while channeling the strict amount of Mana, as stated in the spell''s System description. While most spells can be chanted either vocally or mentally, some require strict vocal activation to unleash it. Reciting or thinking about the words is merely not enough in casting the spell, though. Every spell requires a full understanding of the elven words as the Mage incorporates himself deeply with the meaning. Some spells even demand additional procedures. Such are the necessary steps in the art of spell casting. Because of this, the Mage must possess a clear state of mind at all times. Gray could only wonder how the Arcanists of the Annihilation Discipline are capable of such a feat. They are consumed with Arcane madness in battle most of the time, thus disrupting the state of their mind. While memorizing the exact symbols of the elven words is optional since announcing the words is enough in spell casting, it is still a valuable knowledge to be acquired. The drawing of a Magic Circle mostly makes use of the symbols. Not to mention, other applications like the writing of Runes. Another factor to be considered is the Mage''s Ability points as they are required to spend a certain amount to ''learn'' a spell. The System is quite involved in such aspects as it carries out the balancing issues of Magic as a whole. No one is capable of casting a spell that they didn''t technically ''learn'' despite knowing the words behind it. Inventing a new spell is possible. But it is only possible by the use of a dedicated Spellcraft station. The mentioned workstation is only very few in numbers, located only in secured locations like the Arkanos University. This is to prevent misuse and the potentials of dangers that associate with it. In short, there are still game-like mechanics that limit the learning of Magic itself, and up to this day, no one exactly knows as to why such a mechanism exists. Tier 1 spells that are granted by the System are the exemption from this rule as Mage scholars hypothesize that it is the System itself who performs the procedures for the caster who is still on their beginning stages, thus allowing an easier version of spell casting. Gray also wonders if his \u003cArcane Physique\u003e and the spells associated with it are also part of the rule since it was already in the System when it was granted by Agveyr in the form of memories of the God''s friend, and he was not able to test it out. ''Alright, let''s try \u003cBarrier skin\u003e'' Gray stood up from his seat as he attempts to cast a harmless spell. Suddenly, an influx of memory invaded his mind as he saw a vision of an elf wearing a complex set of green armor and is shrouded in a thin violet light on the outline of his body. After the vision, a set of symbols forcefully makes itself known as it assimilated within his mind as well. ''Obis, Pella'' Gray mentally chanted the respective elven words while channeling the required Mana as the same light also shrouds the outline of his body. ''Woah, it works!!'' Gray''s eyes were filled with awe as he stares at the remarkable effects of the spell taking place. ''Huh, so this is the memory of the elven friend that Agveyr is talking about. It seems that a portion of the memories only resurfaced when casting the spell, thus allowing me to gain knowledge about it. Hopefully, more memories will come by in the future to teach me more about this particular branch of Magic.'' After his endeavors in his self-study, Gray decided to take a short break as he sat down once more and leaned against the chair in a relaxing posture. ''By Sylvia''s fucking name, it''s been a long time since I studied this hard. The last time I remembered was back when I was at college.'' The elf clutches his head. Then his thoughts take a significant turn as he thought about his cat-folk friend. ''I wonder what Isamu is up to?'' *** After Bren explained to Isamu about the tasks that the cat-folk will be performing for the next month and a half, the former also gave a tour to the latter around the vicinity of the town''s farm. Bren also further lectures the cat-folk about the basic idea of farming and its importance in the economy. "Here at this farm, we are devoted exclusively to the agricultural processes of producing food and other crops; which we take a small portion from the harvest for personal consumption while the rest is to be sold to Chadena''s marketplace and various trading enterprises who rely solely on our crops as their raw materials in producing their respective finished products," Bren explains how the farming trade works, showing clear pride on his line of work. "As such, it is mostly thanks to our efforts that the people''s belly is filled and the reason for the beer constantly flowing for the drunken patrons'' revelry at the Fighter''s Retreat, haha!" "Beer, huh," Isamu comments as his eyes wander all over the area. "I don''t see any Brewery around here." "Heh, where do you think the raw materials in producing the beer came from, lad?" Bren simply smirks. "We also cultivate barley seeds around here, a source of fermentable material for beer and certain distilled beverages." "I see." Isamu nods as he acknowledges the information imparted to him. He then took the time to observe the farmers working around the fields as every one of them are witnessed to be working dedicatedly with sweat and dirt all over their clothing. ''Hmm, I''ll be working like that as well.'' Isamu thought with a serious expression. ''It makes me wonder at why some people at the higher echelons of society, mostly the nobles, have low opinions about them when they are one of the reasons that keep our society running. The farmers should be treated more fairly for their efforts.'' [+4 GOOD] "Now that everything has been settled, you''ll be starting tomorrow," Bren said. "So, where are you staying, by the way?" "At the guild barracks since I''m a member," Isamu responds. "Well, that won''t do." Bren shook his head in disapproval. "We are required at all times to wake up early at dawn. With your living quarters at a significant distance away, it''ll only prove to be a nuisance. How about you stay with me for the time being, for convenience''s sake." "Would I not be intruding?" Isamu asks with concern. "No worries, lad." Bren smiles. "After all, I''m merely an old man who is alone at his house. The rest of my family have moved on with their lives and took their trade elsewhere in Flocaster." "Oh," Isamu said with a sad tone. "I''m sorry to hear that." "Ah, don''t be." Bren retains his high spirits. "I''m happy with my life here at the farm. I''ve got a sufficient amount of food to fill me up every day, a humble abode with a nice bed to sleep, and, most importantly, an honest and fulfilling work. Not to mention, I have my fellow farmers and friends as we support each other in our daily endeavors. What more do I have to ask?" "Perhaps none," Isamu answers with a smile. "It''s as clear as daylight at how content you are in your life." Bren nodded approvingly in reply. Then he gestures Isamu. "Alright, now if you''ll please follow me, I''ll show you where you''ll be staying." Isamu nods as well in return as he complies with the old farmer''s request. *** Bren''s home, like every other farmer''s house in the surrounding farmlands, is a simple small residence made out of wood. Suffice to say, the living conditions are satisfactory, to the standards of the common-folk that is, as Isamu was able to settle inside without any issues whatsoever despite how plain and dull the interior of the house is. Nighttime came rather quick as dinner was served with some simple bread, leaks, and stew, something that the cat-folk is not exactly accustomed to, since the food inside the town, where most people are of the middle or high-class, is a little bit sophisticated, consisting mostly of meat, a normal staple in the cat-folk''s everyday diet. After all, food is a strong indicator of social class at this current era, where the rich feast themselves in the well elaborate meals while the common-folk and most of the middle-class simply adhere to the diet of simple consumables that are readily available consisting of cereals such as rye, oats or barley with vegetables and whatever source of protein like the occasional meat from small animals. The Warriors of the Guild belongs to the middle-class of society due to the considerable income that they receive from their contracts and other benefits from the guild. Such is one of the realities that the people of this world currently live in: A clear distinction in the social hierarchy. "You folks must really work hard every single day huh," Isamu said as he initiates the conversation while they are both on the dining table. "Of course," Bren answered with pride in his every tone. "The town depend on us for the production of the crops and livestock to provide the people with the sustenance needed in their daily lives. Farming is a fulfilling profession, something that we are greatly proud of. It may not be much in the eyes of others but its honest work. I''m sure you''ll understand once you''ll start working in the fields tomorrow." "I suppose," Isamu comments in response. "Well, would you look at the time," Bren said as he looks at the dark skies outside from the window. "Perhaps we should be hitting the sack in a short while. After all, we have to wake up early for the start of our work." "Very well." Isamu nods in agreement. Bren then pointed Isamu to the room where the latter will be staying for the rest of the month. "You will be sleeping at my son''s former room over there," Bren instructs the cat-folk. "If you need anything, then I''m merely a few steps away." "Will do." Isamu bows down in appreciation. "I thank you, Elder Bren." "No problem, lad." Bren smiles in acknowledgment. After dinner and cleaning the dishes, the night came to its fateful end as the two occupants of the house retire to their respective quarters. 62 Harvesting Season The majestic splendor of the sun slowly rising greeted the entirety of Whitemoor in the morning as Bren goes inside Isamu''s room to wake the cat-folk up for the morning tasks. "Kah¡­ wuh?" Isamu is seen comically with drool falling from his mouth as he reacts from Bren shaking him. The cat-folk then got up as he rubs his eyes and saw the \u003cWell-Rested\u003e buff manifesting in his system notifications. With his vision wholly cleared, he greeted the old farmer. "Oh, good morning, Elder Bren." "Yes, a fine morning to you, lad." Bren returns the gesture. "We''ll have breakfast first before going out to the fields." Indeed, after a sufficient morning meal of bread and water, with the addition of a quick dip of their faces at a bucket of clean water, they set foot outside to join with their fellow farmers. Bren, being the de facto representative of the farmers, delegated the workload before they all proceed to their respective tasks. Isamu was placed in one of the groups of four farmers that are tasked to harvest the wheat in one of the vast fields. As such, the group proceeded to the barn to grab some sickles for the job ahead. *** The month of Joy''s Hallow for farmers is the time for the main grain harvest as permitted by the weather and would usually be completed by the end of the month. Wheat and rye are first ripened and harvested for the coming winter season, followed by barley and oats for spring. Of course, there are a lot of factors taken into consideration, and most of them rely on the weather. Weeks filled with the warm sun and only gentle rain are required for an excellent crop to flourish as well as several dry, sunny days for the harvest to be brought in. Of course, in such cases where the grain is unripe, caused by the dampening of the rain, the crop is still harvested and placed in special corn-drying ovens. "Ah, it''s harvesting season, at last!!!" As the group arrived at a vast wheat field, the senior of the group, a man named Lloyd said to them as he emphasized his presence. Then, he begins lecturing Isamu on how they do things here. "Alright, since you are new here, I suppose I''ll impart you on the procedures on how we cut the wheat. Now, look at me as I demonstrate. First, grab a fistful of that yellow beauty. Then, carefully cut this part away from your body or to the side so you won''t get injured. Once the cutting is done as you grab a good handful of the wheat, drop it and proceed to cut to the next. Someone will simply pick the wheat up and tie the bundles into sheaves. Very simple, right?" Isamu simply nods in response as he understood the procedure. "Alright, then." Lloyd nods with approval as Isamu, and the others began harvesting the wheat. Despite how the seemingly simple the harvesting process itself is, the cat-folk at first, though, is shown to be a bit clumsy in his every movement as he has never done this type of labor before in his whole life. It''s as if he is certainly out of place, being new to the job. Sure, fighting low-level monsters and bandits might be a piece of cake for the Champion, but farming is a work on a whole new level. Crops needed to be treated with great care, and the heat of the sun is certainly not helping. Isamu''s eyes definitely blink in wonder at seeing how the farmers that are in his vicinity seemed to make it look easy. And add to the fact that him being the only cat-folk out of the group is very much not helping. To his credit, however, Isamu is significantly improving in every action, cutting the wheat with precision as to not lead to the wasteful loss of the grain. With the sun now shining gloriously in the exalted horizon, the farmers tending to the fields could now feel the heat of the sun warming their skins, as sweat starts to flow on every portion of their body accompanied by the discomfort evident on their faces. And the cat-folk was of no exception as he could start to feel the toll of the blazing sun while he is working at the field, cutting the wheat with the sickle provided together with his group. "Hey, you''re the new guy, right?" One of his fellow group mates initiated a chat with him as he heard a female voice. Turning his head, Isamu was greeted by the appearance of a pretty young human girl with short brown hair around her late teens smiling at him in a friendly manner. Her outfit of a simple green long peasant dress is shown with slight dirt all over it, evident by the toils of her hard work in the field. Farm Girl Lvl 9: \u003cSilverhartian\u003e Health: 992 / 992 Stamina: 510 / 410 Mana: 200 / 200 ''A level 9.'' Isamu thought as he took notice of the girl. ''She''s on her way to choosing her own class. I wonder if she''ll remain as a simple \u003cSilverhartian\u003e or make a path of her own elsewhere?'' "Yes, I am, lass," Isamu answers her as he while still cutting the wheat. "I see." The girl is also witnessed to be working as she did her part by cutting the other wheat with a sickle of her own. As she continues to observe the cat-folk, she could not help but be amused by how awkward-looking his action is. "Fufu, from the looks of it, you seem to be not used with this kind of work. Are you perhaps someone who came from a rich family but decided that you are not worthy of inheriting their wealth, and instead, they send you here working to the farms like us peasants?" "Haha, that''s a good one, lass." Isamu simply shook his head in hilarity, acknowledging the girl''s sense of humor. "As grand as your tale is, I''m afraid I''m going to have to say no. It''s just that, I''ve never done this type of labor in the past." "Ehhh, I see." The girl responds with intrigued on her voice. "So, what''s your name, oh feline man?" "It''s Isamu." The cat-folk answers while occupied on the job. "And yours?" "Sarah." The girl replies with a smirk. "I''ve never seen a cat-folk working as a farmer. So, what brings someone like you here?" Isamu thought for a moment if he should be stating his true intentions of why he is here with the farmers working. Seeing no benefit whatsoever in keeping it a secret, he then answers. "I''m simply doing this as some sort of agreement between sir Krothu and myself. I have to work here as a farmer for about a month before the Baron fulfills his end of the bargain, by the form of training me." "Ah, another Guild Warrior. That explains your high level." Sarah smiles in response. "Baron Krothu sure loves to torment you folks, huh, hehe." "Torment?" Isamu tilted his head in question. But before he is going to inquire the girl further regarding the matter, one of the farmers, Lloyd specifically, called their attention. "Hey, Sarah!! Stop pestering the new guy and get back to work!!!" The farmer scolded him. "And new guy, just ignore her. She can be quite a talking menace at times, especially to newcomers." "But I am working, old man!!!" The girl whose name is Sarah retorted as she stands firmly with her sickle proudly displayed at hand. "Is old age blinding your eyes so bad that you can''t even see my skillful cutting of the wheat with this sickle that I currently wield!?" "Haha!! She got you there, Lloyd!!" Another farmer teased the man while the rest of the farmers in the vicinity held an entertained expression on their own faces. "Tsk, what a brazen little girl!" The old man clicked his tongue. Despite his annoyed look, the man is also seen with an amused smile while shaking his head as this is an everyday occurrence for them all. Friendly name-calling or two is one of the norms around here at the farmlands as the farmers cope up with the hardships and the heat of the sun with smiles and laugh all over their faces, maintaining a positive atmosphere to ensure the success of their great harvest. As the cat-folk observes the actuation of his fellow workers, he could not help but notice that the farmers all possess an amiable bond towards one another, evident by their willingness to help each other in their daily struggles of life and work. ''Heh, I guess this ain''t so bad after all.'' A smile graces forth on the cat-folk''s face as he continues his work of harvesting the wheat. ''The people here sure are easy to get along.'' And with that, the rest of the day was spent with harvesting the wheat, with a little break every once in a while, as Isamu eventually integrates himself with the social hierarchy of the farmers. 63 Seal of Debilitation After dinner and some additional studying, Gray decided that it''s finally time for some well-deserved rest as he and Selena both find themselves in the only spare room for them to retire for the night, each with their casual sleep attire. Gray simply wears a long-sleeved brown shirt with long blue pants while Selena is dressed with a long-sleeved black nightgown. Both of them are bare-footed. And speaking of the Sentinel girl, a fact worth noting about her kind is that they also require some sleep. Well, sleep is not exactly the proper term, more like in a state of deactivation. As explained to him by Rarsu during dinner, Sentinels are required at least four hours of deactivation in a single day for their performance to stay in an optimal condition. This can be done standing up as they take away their consciousness temporarily. This is one of the vital parts of the care and maintenance of the magical construct. If such a factor is disregarded, then the Sentinel will be forced in a state of Mana Leak, where their current pool of Mana gradually decreases over time, reducing their effectiveness in battle. If even left unchecked for long periods, then permanent damage may occur such as the perpetual decrease of their base Mana and performance. Of course, the Sentinel can be repaired, but it requires extensive knowledge of Sentmaturgy and certain rare materials that is quite hard to acquire. So, the Sentinel must get the proper deactivation time for them to stay on top of their performance at all times. Going back to the current scenario, Rarsu thankfully provided them with a new room for both of them to stay together, each with their respective beds for them to lay upon. With Rarsu fully aware of Selena being not just any typical Sentinel, but an individual with genuine feelings and emotions similar to a mortal, the lizardling came to treat her like a human girl more or less. To a significant extent, Selena was provided with the respect and rights that she deserves, starting with the girl having a bed to call her own, thanks to some convincing from Gray. Gray yawns as he faces Selena. "I''m beat!! All that studying sure made me feel drowsy." Selena merely nods in acknowledgement as she sat down on her bed and slowly lays down to succumb to its feeling of softness. "Neat, huh." Gray chuckles. "Thankfully, there was a spare bed at the basement''s storage room, just for you." Selena faces her soul-sibling as she nodded again, this time with appreciation. After all, for the past few days ever since she was activated, the girl would only deactivate and stand stiffly at the corner like a statue. So, she''s undoubtedly grateful for Gray and Rarsu for carrying the bed to this room. Of course, within the past few days, Rarsu at first paid the girl no mind since he does not know about the girl''s actual state of emotions during that time. So you could only imagine the joy that the girl currently feels. Merely laying on a bed is a whole new experience for her. After saying good night to his soul-sibling, Gray succumbs himself into his slumber, hoping for his magic lessons to go smoothly tomorrow. With his consciousness in a temporary state of absence, a message suddenly appeared in his system notification as it reveals a piece of relevant information. DAY OF TRAINING COMPLETE: +90 XP *** The next day, Gray woke up as he rubs his eyes to clear his sights. With his vision restored, The System Notification greeted him with the usual buff of \u003cWell-Rested\u003e, as well as another message that is new to him. Indeed, it was the last message of Training XP that manifested previous night as it retains itself in the notification for Gray to see. ''Hmm, what''s this?'' Gray thought with interest as he read the message. ''It seems that simply training also grants a small amount of Experience. Wait, so yesterday''s lecture and reading is also considered as one? Damn, the system sure is generous, haha. I guess it makes sort of sense to give a clear picture of progression and incentive when one is training and not out there killing monsters or performing quests.'' After filing the recent information in his mind, Gray took notice of Selena who also got up from her bed. As they bid good morning to each other with their own ways, both of them went out to fix themselves up for the morning tasks ahead. *** After an excellent balanced breakfast of boiled eggs, bread, and apples, Gray and Selena, now dressed in their respective standard attire, went downstairs with Rarsu to the basement for the official start of Gray''s lessons about magic. As depicted by the elf''s training schedule, Magic exercises are performed from 5:30 am to 6:15 am. The exercise is actually quite simple. It involves the Mage in self-meditation to get an even better feel of his magic overall. Rarsu also explains that this significantly improves one''s control in magic, especially in casting spells. "So, how exactly is this going to work?" Gray questions as he and Rarsu stood at the familiar open area of the basement. "Ah, yes." Rarsu nods as he took out a small sheet of paper that has a drawing of an intricate-looking magic circle from his inventory. "But first things, first¡­ Terminus." With the chant of the last word, Rarsu suddenly lunges the paper right at Gray''s chest, causing the elf to feel an extreme amount of pain from the action, evident by him screeching in utter agony as he was brought on his knees while clutching his chest. Selena immediately approaches Gray out of concern as she supports him while looking at Rarsu accusingly with fury in her eyes. "W-what the fuck did you do to me?!!" The elf demanded an answer. "I simply applied a magic curse to you," Rarsu answers calmly despite the hostility that he receives from the soul-siblings. "The magic circle drawn on the paper is known as the \u003cSeal of Debilitation\u003e, a curse that disrupts the Mana control on a person''s body." "And for what reason did you apply it to me!?" Gray gritted his teeth in an angered confusion. Thankfully, the pain slowly subsides with each passing second. But the effect of his Mana control being impeded is still present. "Because my dear apprentice, the curse is going to be an integral part of your magic training," Rarsu smirks in response, resulting Gray to tilt his head in puzzlement. "For the next three months, you''ll be under the constant stress of the seal while performing the necessary Mana control exercises. I''ve tampered the seal slightly to suit this training regime of yours. If you can manage to achieve a satisfactory degree of Mana control despite the constant pressure applied to you, then I''m sure you can imagine the results that will be achieved of your magic and spells once I have vanished the seal." "I¡­, I see." Gray''s eyes widen in realization at the explanation being provided to him. "If I can refine my Mana control despite being hindered under the curse''s effects, then I can achieve better control in the end, even more so without the seal, weaving them with remarkable devastation and efficiency!!" "Correct." Rarsu nods with approval. "Some spells require a refine Mana control for them to work. As such, this curse, as ironic as it sounds, will only prove beneficial to you in the long run. After all, the battlefield is continuously ever-changing, filled with the dangers of the unknowns that will overwhelm the weak-minded, particularly for us Mages. In determining the victor in a Magic Warfare, one must remain stabilized despite being under the gruelling effects of pressure. Stability under pressure, that''s the ultimate essence that we mages must strive to achieve at all times. The mind is like water. When it''s turbulent, it''s difficult to see. When it''s calm, everything becomes clear." Gray indeed was enlightened by the statement provided to him by the lizardling as he nods enthusiastically in response. As a matter of fact, the elf felt even more determined than ever. With Rarsu''s explanation finished, Gray received a message from his system notification as it dictates the description of the curse. DEBUFF RECEIVED: \u003cSeal of Debilitation\u003e \u003cSeal of Debilitation\u003e - All Spells are 70% less effective and costs five times the amount of Mana. Mana Regeneration is decreased by 80%. ''C-crap.'' Gray nervously thought as he eyed the curse''s disastrous effects. ''The debuff sure is punishing. If a mage were to receive this in the battlefield, then no doubt it''ll prove to be an annoyance for them in even casting a simple spell.'' With everything now clarified, Rarsu then proceeds to lecture Gray about the magic exercise of meditation as he instructed the elf to assume the correct sitting position. "First, close your eyes and feel the magic flowing within you," Rarsu instructs him. "Like a river of calm currents, try to control the state of your Mana and flow it slowly inside your body with the direction that you wish, channelling it at the different points of your body. The knowledge of performing it is one of the key procedures in spell casting. Of course, with the curse disrupting your Mana control, then no doubt it''ll be significantly more complicated." Despite feeling a bit sceptical, Gray merely adheres to the advice as his eyes shut down, trying to make sense at what Rarsu stated. ''Let''s see, feel the magic flowing or something.'' Were Gray''s thoughts as he mentally focuses the state of his body inside. ''Wait, I can definitely feel something, like a strong feeling of a substance flowing like what Master mentions. So, this is it, huh.'' Gray felt his Mana at that very moment as he further attempts to control its flow. Unfortunately, with the seal applied on his body, the elf struggles to move the Mana that is flowing inside his body in the direction that he desires as he attempts to focus even more. ''What the hell!?'' The elf thought in frustration as he struggles to control his Mana. ''The Mana won''t even budge at all!!'' But alas, time was not on his side as Rarsu claps his hand to call the elf''s attention, in preparation for the next schedule of the day. "We''ll tackle more of that exercise in the coming days," Rarsu said as Gray was witnessed to be catching his breath profusely with sweat all over his face after the mental difficulty of the ordeal. And with that, they proceed to the subsequent agenda of the elf''s training. 64 Alchemy With the first part of the schedule complete, Rarsu proceeds in the next section about Magic fundamentals and training, lasting from 6:20 am to 8:20 am. "Now, we''ll go on to the basics of spell-casting and its inner mechanisms." Rarsu begins his lecture. "As I mentioned before, a Mage is required to know the Elven chants of the spell for it to work. But simply learning them is not enough. One is required to spend the necessary amount of Ability points as well." "Hmm." Gray rubs his chin as he ponders deeply. "Right. I''ve been thinking about that particular procedure ever since I read it at the book last night. Is it absolutely necessary to waste Ability points? Shouldn''t learning the spell be enough since you already know the methods to do so? I find that particular part of the System quite illogical and absurd." "Heh, you''ll find out soon enough." Rarsu simply smirks. "But that is not our main topic for today. With your current limited knowledge of Elharis, learning new spells will still be quite a chore for you. As such, we''ll be focusing on spell-casting instead." "Fine." Gray frowns slightly but nonetheless, complies with his Master. "Now, trying casting one of your spells," Rarsu instructs him. "We''ll see how well you perform under the constraint of the seal." Gray nods in agreement as he attempts to channel his Mana into his hand. His efforts are proving to be harder than ever as he struggles to do so. After in a short while, he manages to finally breakthrough despite the grueling curse as the familiar bolt of pure Arcane Energy was conjured. Unfortunately, it was significantly smaller and less potent than what he had hoped to achieve. "D-damn it!!" Gray utters in frustration as even casting his simplest spell from his arsenal proves to be an extreme annoyance. With nothing else to do, he directs his displeasure at one of the dummies, launching the projectile at the said object. Although the blast was significantly weaker than before, merely causing not as much destruction to the dummy as only a small portion was broken to bits. Rarsu crossed his arms. "Now you see how difficult casting even the simplest of the spell is? One of our goals is to ensure that even when you''re under the effects of the seal, you are capable of casting with competence. The benefits are highly advantageous, especially when a Mage attempts a curse of a similar nature to you. Thus, you are capable of maintaining a degree of efficiency despite being under the cursed effects while in combat." Gray merely nods in recognition at Rarsu''s explanation. "Now, go back to meditating and practice more of your Mana control," Rarsu instructs the elf. "The pain may be endearing at first, but trust me, once you''ll get used to it, then it''ll only be a matter of time until you achieved results that would far surpass your expectations, hehe. I''m sure you can do it, let''s say¡­ 2 and a half months maybe, or even less if your dedication won''t falter." And with that, Gray complies with Rarsu''s instructions as he went back to the harshness of meditation again. *** For the next part of Gray''s training is Alchemy, something that the elf will be tackling for another two hours. As such, Gray was led into the Alchemy workstation that is beside a cage with five mice inside and a typical table filled with different potions and empty bottles. The Alchemy workstation consists of different types of alchemical apparatuses such as a mortar and pestle, and a small heating stove below the retort pot of an alembic, all arranged in an orderly manner. Rarsu then begins lecturing the elf about the subject matter. "Alchemy is the art of fusing raw ingredients to produce potions or poisons with specific effects. It''s also the act of processing, boiling, and extracting various substances to obtain their chemically magical properties. Some potions are ingested orally and usually grant the user their intended results while few others can be applied externally. Rarsu pauses for a moment as he continues his lecture. "Alchemical ingredients include extracts from plants, creatures, and other sources, mostly magical in nature. Certain ingredients are precious to alchemists due to their irregularity, many of which are extracts from Magical beasts." "I see," Gray said in acknowledgment. "After finishing concocting the potion, how are we going to test it? Will the System reveal the potion''s effects?" "The System will only reveal the newly created potion''s effects once tested," Rarsu replies. "There''s the easiest way of either ingesting the raw ingredients or tasting the finished product yourself. Of course, I wouldn''t recommend that course of action for obvious reasons, unless you are absolutely certain that your potion will work. You wouldn''t want to die by accidentally poisoning yourself now, would we?" "Haha, makes sense." Gray chuckles in response, remembering Skyrim''s weird System of Alchemy, where the Alchemist would taste the ingredients first to unlock its effects. "So, how are we going to test the effects of the potion, then?" "First, let me tackle on Alchemy''s dark and questionable background," Rarsu said in a severe tone. "Alchemy, like among others, has some dark characteristics and history behind it. In times of war or conflict, especially in the past, this is where the Alchemist thrived in the very peak of their profession. Every governing body of each province would authorize Prisoners of War or POW for short, without exception whatsoever, to be subjected to the various kinds of alchemical experimentation as Alchemists observes the potion''s effects on the poor sods. POWs are forced to take part in the experiment by either the notion of freedom or death. It''s also for the purpose that the potions or poisons that have been produced from this wicked ordeal will be a valuable asset in attaining victory at war. Although such policy proves to be quite effective, especially in the many innovations that have brought in the Alchemy profession, one can''t deny the horror and questionable morality that accompanies it. Poisons are the notable reasons that brought the topic into the light, where the POWs are brought under the unimaginable horrors and experiments of the Alchemist. Today though, laws were passed and approved for the limitations of the policy to an extent, where only the vilest of criminals would be subjected to the treatment. Although not all Alchemists agreed with the strict constraints of the laws, turning themselves into outlaws as a result and establishing their hideout at different locations. As such, there are many cases of missing people reported, only to be found in a hidden cave, subjected to the horrifying operations and torments of the Alchemist''s vile self-interest. You should tread lightly when traveling outside across these lands." Gray''s eyes indeed widen as he realizes the dreadful revelation and history behind the profession that he is about to partake. "Nevertheless, we still can''t deny the benefits that Alchemy has brought to this world, so the profession won''t be dying anytime soon despite all of that," Rarsu added. "In this current time of age, we merely utilized lab mouses for the testing of simple potions. Although, the more complicated ones still require the actual mortal-being for a more accurate test." "I see." Gray understood the whole topic all too well, a deep frown gracing his face at the prospect of mortal subjects that hopefully he won''t resort in the future. In anything that is poison-related, that is. Perhaps he may experiment with a Bandit or two if the opportunity presented itself. [+3 CHAOS] "Anyways, let''s begin the actual lesson," Rarsu said. "But first things first¡­ Safety." Rarsu conjures two laboratory aprons, masks, and goggles from his Inventory for them to wear and handed one of the set to Gray. Gray agrees as he dons the equipment given to him. The lizardling then begins his lecture. "First, we acquire a solvent to serve as the base for the potion that we will be creating. The best solvent for most potions is clean water from an untainted natural source. The water''s purity defines the potion''s quality, so the best sources are from clean rivers or natural springs. Other potions also make use of other solvents, but for now, water is what we are going to focus on as this is the simplest one to acquire of them all." Rarsu then brought out a glass bottle filled with clean water from his Inventory to emphasized the procedure and lays it at the table beside the workstation. "Next are the reagents that we will be using for our potions." Rarsu continues as he brought out red flower petals from his satchel, places it at the mortar and pestle, and begins pounding it. "This is a flower known as the Lover''s Bloom, a common ingredient used in health potions and is abundant in every garden. Anyways, where the solvents act as the potion''s base, the reagants are the raw ingredients. Each reagent has one or more unique properties and is the key factor in determining the end result of what our potion is going to be. We pound the reagents into a simpler substance by the use of this mortar and pestle. The reagent then is to be mixed thoroughly with the solvent. You may utilize one reagent in brewing a potion or incorporate two or more to achieve different distinct results." "Right," Gray answers as he observes Rarsu''s actions. "Finally is the crafting of the potions," Rarsu said as he finishes pounding the flower and demonstrates more of the procedures. "You bring the solvent and reagent to the Alchemy workstation. Some potions require additional procedures, and not all of them are the same, but we''ll tackle first on something basic. Since we only used one reagent in this scenario, the procedures are pretty straightforward. We pour the mixture inside the retort pot, then heat the stove for the distillation process to begin. We do this so that the magical properties of the substances are separated from their raw ingredients. The substances are infused, then heated until vapor is produced. The vapor then condenses in the separate container, precipitating the extracted components with the desired properties. Once distillation is done, the finished product is poured into the receiving vessel." When the potion was finally done, Rarsu first opens the mouse cage and injures one of the mice inside with a light scratch from his claw, causing the small creature to yelp in pain as it bleeds and gets weaken from the act. Rarsu then grabs a dropper from the nearby table and draws in a small portion of the finished product from the receiving vessel and feeds it to the injured mouse. In a short while, the mouse''s injuries have recovered as the creature was back to being active once more. Rarsu nods in approval at the results. "Woah." Gray was definitely impressed by the scenario as he could not help but smile in excitement. "So, this is Alchemy, huh. I wonder what more effects one can possibly achieve?" "Oh, there are plenty, that I can assure you, my dear apprentice," Rarsu smirks in amusement. "Now that I have finished my demonstration, it''s your turn to do what I have exhibited." "Yes, Master," Gray responds with enthusiasm as he happily followed the lizardling''s instructions. And with that, Gray''s lesson of Alchemy continues as he performs the techniques that were shown to him earlier. 65 Enchanting PROFESSION UNLOCKED: \u003cAlchemy\u003e \u003cAlchemy\u003e (Lvl 1, 2.81%) - The process of mixing raw ingredients to craft potions or poisons with specific effects. That was the message that greeted Gray in his system notification after creating his first-ever health potion. After Gray tested his potion at the lab mouse that he has injured, a notification appeared on his system, dictating his success in the crafting of his potion, as evident by the mouse recovering. Alchemy Success: \u003cMinor Health Potion\u003e \u003cMinor Health Potion\u003e - Restores Health by 200 points. "Nice." Gray grins in triumph at the result of his hard work Rarsu could only nod in full approval after seeing his apprentice performed the Alchemical procedures with reasonable efficiency despite being the elf''s first time. "Not bad." Rarsu compliments him. "It appears that you have the knack for this kind of profession. But what you have achieved are merely the basics, a concoction containing only a single reagent. In the future, you are going to practice more of Alchemy as you dive further into the advanced techniques involving two or more reagents." Gray simply nods in response while crossing his arms. Rarsu then said as he continues the lecture. "Now before we-" As Rarsu was about to finish his statement, the sleeves of his robes were nudge by Selena, who approaches him while looking at the lizardling intently and pointing her finger at the workstation. Gray seemed to have realized what Selena is gesturing as he grins. "Hey, Master, it seems that Selena wants to learn Alchemy as well." "Truly?" Rarsu stares the girl as well as he ponders. "A Sentinel who has taken an interest in Alchemy¡­ fascinating. I''ve never heard of something like this before since her kind only felt indifference in such matters. Hmm..." "Oh, let her," Gray said in excitement. "Isn''t it amazing, though? A magical construct creating potions or poisons. Besides, she seemed very curious about it, and her learning such a profession would bring nothing but only benefits as I could also use a lab partner in the future, haha." SPEECH CHECK: 29 SPEECH REQUIREMENT: 17 \u003cPERSUASION SUCCESS!!\u003e YOU RECEIVED 40 XP [+3 GOOD] "Yes, I see your point... very well." Rarsu agrees as he allowed Selena to partake in the profession. The Sentinel''s eyes gleamed with enthusiasm as she proceeds to the workstation and begun operating the Alchemical techniques that were demonstrated by both Rarsu and Gray. Both Mages could only stare at the girl as she delivers with remarkable efficiency. Every single one of her actions is calculated without any wasted movement as she concocts the potion to perfection. As a matter of fact, she is doing even significantly better than Gray himself, being faster and more efficient. It''s as if the girl is in her own world, in a state of complete focus where even the outside forces that dare disturb her won''t prove to be any effect. ''Fascinating.'' Rarsu thought with intrigued. ''The girl never ceases to surprise us, becoming more and more mortal every day.'' After she finishes her crafting, the potion was a success as well when she fed it on a mouse. Although the potion''s effect is still the same, it''s Selena''s way of doing things that impressed both Mages. Gray and Rarsu could only stare with their mouth agape at what she has exceptionally displayed. "By the staff of Arkanos," Rarsu utters with total disbelief. "I never thought I would see the day were a mere magical construct would be operating Alchemy with such grace. It''s like witnessing a stage play of a bard, each choreography executed with elegance!!" "Woah, you sure are awesome, Selena!!" Gray could not help but praised her at such a feat. Then he turns his attention to the lizardling. "See, Rarsu? You should also teach and include her in the lessons as well!! She seems to be smart enough to grasp your teachings." "Y-yes." Rarsu nods with his voice stuttering, still caught off guard by this revelation. "In the meantime, you two continue practicing Alchemy and perfecting the basics of the procedures that I have taught you." "Right!!" Gray responds enthusiastically as he and Selena nods. This time being together, both of them went back to the workstation and practice brewing additional health potions and other basic ones. ''Heh, it seems that I now have two apprentices instead.'' Rarsu simply thought with intrigue as he eyes the girl beside the elf, both of them assisting with one another in the brewing of potions. ''In addition to the emotions that she has inherited from Gray''s soul, she is also capable of complex cognitive thinking. I suppose it would be unwise of me to ignore her deliberately when it''s clear as daylight that she has remarkable potential like her soul-brother. After all, she will be beside the Paragon at all times in the coming days, so it''ll only benefit both of them greatly in the end. Not to mention, she also possesses a part of Gray, being somewhat of a pseudo-Paragon herself.'' And with that, Rarsu continues to observe the soul-siblings in their Alchemical endeavors, guiding and correcting some mistakes now and then. *** After Alchemy comes Enchanting, the lesson that they will be tackling from 10:45 am to 12:15 pm. Gray and Selena were instructed by Rarsu to follow him as both of them were led into the Enchanting table at another part of the basement. The Enchanting table is a black pentagon-shaped table with a complicated looking drawing of a magic circle. The circle''s characteristics feature a well-drawn shape with different Elharis symbols engraved inside near the circumference. Further inside, the circle shows a set of various forms and symbols that are displayed in an elaborate pattern. At the very center of the circle is a symbol of a skull that is plunged with a sword. Aside from the drawing that is engraved, the table itself boasts a unique appearance. It has two figures of demonic hands, one on each side of the two upper edges that are menacingly facing each other. In the middle of the area where the hands are facing is a receptacle with a small hole, most likely meant for something to be put in. "This is the Enchanting table." Rarsu presented the table to the soul-siblings. "This is the sole area for imbuing certain items with magical enhancements. Now, you are most likely wondering the empty space in that receptacle, correct?" Gray and Selena nod together in reply. Rarsu then answers them by taking out a white shard from his Inventory. "This is a Caecus shard, a magical conduit that we put in the receptacle and used for storing the magical properties of the item. The shard may vary depending on its color, indicating its grade, durability, and capacity to store the magic properties that I have mentioned. This shard right here is white, thus being of the common grade, allowing only a small amount to be stored. The others are yellow, red, blue, violet, and black, stated as per their quality. The enchanting process itself is rather easy as the workstation would perform most of the work for you. But the real challenge lies in the procedure before it¡­ Disenchanting." "Disenchanting, huh," Gray said with interest as he listens attentively. "Yes, and I''ll show you why," Rarsu replies as he took out a pair of gloves from his Inventory again. "These gloves are imbued with the characteristic of enhanced Strength, granting its user more physical prowess when worn. Now, stay focus on me as I demonstrate." Rarsu then lays the gloves on the table and puts the shard on the receptacle. He then starts to chant a series of mantras based on Elharis in which Gray recognizes a few of the words. Suddenly, red magical energy was brought out of the gloves as the item''s fabric slowly starts to get torn apart. The lizardling managed to stay in composure as this was nothing new and is already used to it, apparent by his collected demeanor. He then directs the red energy into the shard, maintaining the integrity of the magical connection between the gloves and the shard throughout the whole ritual. Gray and Selena could now witness the shard being filled up inside with the red magical energy, evident by the shard''s transparency. After some time, Rarsu ceased his action, indicating the ritual''s completion. Then, the lizardling began to explain what he has demonstrated. "Disenchanting requires the total focus of the mind, hence why I am explaining to you just now and not while I performed the ritual. It involves the extraction of the item''s magical properties, destroying it during the process. Through this method, you, as the Enchanter, would seize the raw power within it, drawing the energy into the shard, which uses in performing enchantments. The ritual demands the item''s sundering in a controlled way while reciting the right combination of the Elven incantations repeatedly as you channel the energy into the shard. Be careful, as the energy is quite uneasy to control and will merely be a waste if one loses his focus, thus ultimately failing the Disenchantment ritual. The flow of the energy from item to shard needs to be maintained precisely at a constant rate. Too fast may result in the shard shattering due to the unnecessary force, while too slow would cause the stability of the flow to erode and fall apart." Gray and Selena merely nod in acknowledgment as both of them took every information sincerely in their own minds. "Next, we proceed with the actual Enchanting process," Rarsu said as he removes the destroyed gloves from the table and replaces it with a necklace that he took out from his Inventory. "This is an unenchanted necklace that we are going to use as an example. With the shard now filled with the inherent magical properties, we may begin Enchanting the item. Simply touch the two hands that are near the receptacle, channel your Mana into the hands, and utter the words, Fascinar." With the word chanted, the hands reacted as it started to move on its own, redirecting the Mana it was provided into the shard. The shard, as a result, begins to shake slightly as the red energy that is contained inside starts to flow out, spreading the energy into the table. As such, the Magic Circle starts to glow brightly in red, indicating its reaction from the magical energy. In a short while, the energy finally integrates itself within the necklace, showing the fulfillment of the Enchanting process. 66 Magic Circle With the Enchantment process all done, Gray and Selena witness the red magical energy being imbued seamlessly at the necklace that lays on the Enchanting table. "And there you have it." Rarsu smirks as he took the necklace and handed it to Gray. "A necklace that increases your Strength." The elf nods as he inspected the item. \u003cNecklace of Brute\u003e (Uncommon Necklace) Lvl Requirement: 12 Attribute Requirement: None Enchantments: +10 Strength. Item description: A simple-looking necklace that boosts the user''s physical strength. Gray nods in appreciation at the item that was given to him, storing it inside his Inventory. "With your still lacking knowledge regarding Elharis, I''m afraid you are not yet capable of partaking this profession yet, more specifically, the Disenchanting part." Rarsu said, causing Gray to frown in response. "Now, do you have any more questions before we proceed to lunch?" "Yeah." Gray, recovering from his grimace, answers in agreement as he pointed at the shard in the receptacle that is now seen to be cracked and not in good condition. "The shard, is it only for one-time use? It got damaged after the Enchanting." "It depends on its quality or grade." Rarsu responds. "White Caecus shards, despite its great availability and low price, is the most fragile of them all, thus mostly only lasting for one use. There are other factors to be taken into consideration such as the magnitude and type of the Enchantment. As such, there are some Enchantments that the white shard can''t contain due to the more powerful and sensitive magical energy." "That''s¡­ inconvenient." Gray said with disapproval on his tone. "Yes." Rarsu nods in agreement. "Caecus shards are precious for Enchanters like me. After all, they are the key constituent in Enchanting. With the shard''s rarity, Enchanters would go through great lengths for the sake of collecting such resources. So it''s not surprising if two Enchanters would fight over the ownership of a shard, especially the violet and black ones. The shards are mostly found in certain caves or mines. As such, the government of each province has taken the necessary actions to limit the gathering of these resources, integrating it instead in the market. This is to ensure that only Enchanters who partake in the profession and possess the proper knowledge have only access to it. A permit approved and stamped by Arkanos University or any accredited Enchanters must be shown before purchasing the shards as proof of your trade as an Enchanter. As a result, Enchanters are sought out by many for their valuable magical services. Of course, this still does not stop illegally-obtained shards from finding themselves in the black market." "Enchanting is not for the weak-minded as well." Rarsu adds in to the conversation. "There are times when the Disenchanting ritual would go out of control if one is not in focus or performed incorrectly, resulting in explosions and other hazards that are detrimental to one''s life. In conclusion, this is not a profession just for anyone, hence the reason why only skilled practitioners of the trade are granted access to the necessary resources." "Hmm, makes sense." Gray answers with a nod. "So, what next?" "Until you have the essential knowledge of Elharis, I''m afraid you can''t perform Disenchanting yet," Rarsu said with a severe tone. "And with everything said and done, we end the lesson for this morning." "Haha, yeah." Gray grins as he rubs his tummy sheepishly. "I''m kind of hungry, with all that stress coming from the seal and the Alchemy that we did." Rarsu merely shook his head as he and the soul-siblings proceed upstairs for a lunch break. *** After some decent lunch of bread and chicken soup, the trio went back downstairs to the basement for the start of the next lesson, which is Magic Circles and its application. The said schedule as from what Gray recalls will take place from 1:00 pm to 3:00 pm. The three find themselves in what seems to resemble a classroom. There''s a blackboard in front and a long rectangular table with two chairs catered for the soul-siblings. "Now, we will discuss the mechanisms of a Magic Circle." Rarsu begins his lecture on the subject matter as he skillfully draws a perfect circle with a chalk. "Since I already told you about the matter during our first meeting, I will be simply be doing a recap. A Magic Circle is a circle of space that is drawn and written with the hand by Magic practitioners such as ourselves for the purpose of whatever fits our goals and interest. Arcane Energy is one of the components in the Circle for the success of a magic ritual since the flow of said energy inside aids in stabilizing the ritual''s foundation by supplying constant Mana in it. Arcane Energy is accumulated inside the Circle by using any kind of medium that keeps the energy from escaping the Circle. It can be by the use of a special type of candles, most commonly utilized in big circles due to the huge gathering of the Arcane Energy inside. In smaller circles, however, the Elharis symbols that are engraved in every part of the Circle''s circumference are merely sufficient in entrapping the energy." "I see." Gray said in acknowledgment to the explanation. "And this Magic Circle, they all vary, correct?" "Yes." Rarsu answers in agreement. "The size and design of the Circle depend solely on the Mage''s purpose. For example, the \u003cSeal of Debilitation\u003e that I applied on to you is also a Magic Circle with its own unique sketches and symbols. Another is the Circle that is witnessed at the Enchanting Table, the Circle of Enchantment. The small circles are usually utilized for small-scaled spells and magic. In contrast, the bigger ones though are commonly employed for high-scaled magic such as an elaborate spell mostly of catastrophic level, a protective space or barrier for the Mage''s protection, or perhaps a greater summoning of a magical creature with even more complex schemes and procedures. As such, we must adhere to a basic rule that governs about the subject matter¡­ No Magic Circle is the same. If there are ones that look similar, one must observe and compare the two circles for even the slightest of difference as this is an integral part that would ensure either the success or failure of the magic that will be produced. Now, do you understand everything what I just said?" Gray simply nods while donning a determined expression. "Excellent." Rarsu smiles. "To be honest, though, in this current era, Magic Circles nowadays is fairly easy, as long as you are capable of sketching symbols. Unlike before, where Mages of the past spends a huge amount of time in dedicating themselves to the research of Magic Circles, we simply copy the Circle''s drawing nowadays as depicted in the spellbooks. Of course, there''s still the potential for new discoveries to be unveiled, but there are a lot of Magic Circles that are already created and discovered, so there''s little point in venturing at unknown territory. Of course, you still need to know the meaning of the shapes and symbols that you''ll be drawing, not to mention, the Elharis letters." "Okay." Gray said with him and Selena listening attentively. "So, what are we going to do right now?" Rarsu, in response, took out two medium-sized rectangular black box containers from his Inventory. He hands each one to the soul-siblings and gestures them to open it. Gray and Selena wonder about the contents inside as they did so. Opening the box, Gray eyes widen with utmost surprise at the items that were presented. "T-this..." "Heh, it appears that you have recognized the items inside," Rarsu smirks with amusement at the elf''s expression. "I can''t say I''m not that surprise by your reaction, considering that they were invented in this world during the year 1168 by one of your predecessors, a Paragon Mage who was an engineer back on your original world." Gray simply nods as he gazes the objects intently. It is a set of some of the drawing materials from his world. It consists of a rolled parchment, ruler, compass divider, L-square, protractor, pencil, and a drawing pen, all arranged in an orderly fashion, similar to a drawing kit. ''Wow, I never expected to see these sort of items here in Silverhart.'' Gray thought with a simper. ''As a matter of fact, these are not supposed to be invented yet in this current year of 1457 if we compare it to the time period of my first world. Well, invented is not exactly the right word since the guy merely brought the idea from where we came from and simply spread it here in this land. Nonetheless, it''s still refreshing to witness at least some familiarity, a semblance of my original home.'' Rarsu cleared his throat to call out the elf from his momentary state of lapse. "During the era before the invention of the items presented, the drawing of a Magic Circle is quite a formidable task." The lizardling spoke up. "The Magic Circle being drawn requires adherence to perfection. Not even a single mishap in the arc or line is unacceptable. So you could only imagine how hard it is for the Mages of the past to draw a Magic circle filled with various symbols, lines and shapes inside, even more so with the complex ones. The drawing and measurement tools that were used in history are not as effective as the ones that you currently perceive. It was Paragon Lucas, a human \u003cElementalist\u003e, who revolutionizes the many drawing and measurement tools that we used in this current era. Recognizing the issue that every mage encounter in their drawing, Paragon Lucas opted to introduce a set of tools that made the task significantly easier as well as introducing a new system of measurement called the Metric System." "Metric System, huh." Gray could only chuckle at the familiar term. "I see. That unquestionably saves me a whole lot of trouble then. With the system of measurement coming from my world, I most certainly am accustomed to it." "Good, and you''ll definitely need it in the future lessons that I am going to impart to both of you." Rarsu nods with approval. The lizardling then took out a huge paper with a drawing of a Magic Circle of simple design and hangs it at the blackboard. "Let''s start with something simple. Simply copy the Circle that is shown on the blackboard using the tools that I have provided. With you being familiar with it, I''m sure it won''t be much of a problem for you. I want to see how proficient you two are in drawing overall." Both soul-siblings nod in response as Gray unfolds the parchment and puts the pencil in the compass divider for him to form a circle. Selena seemed to be confused for a moment at what she is going to do, but upon observing the elf''s actions, she was able to grasp it rather quickly and mimics him. The lesson goes on smoothly without any remarkable issues. 67 Sentmaturgy After the soul-siblings have finished with their respective drawing, they show their work to Rarsu as the lizardling rubs his scaly chin. "Not bad, could use some work in the Elharis symbols though. On the bright side, you did manage to form a well-drawn circle, and the shapes inside are decently sketched." Rarsu stated his observations to Gray and Selena''s drawing. "Most Mages never achieved this type of quality in their first time, so you two only have to be proud of yourselves." "Nice." Gray grins at the praise given to the both of them while Selena merely nods in confirmation. "To be honest, I''m not exactly proficient in art or drawing. If it weren''t for the tools, the circle wouldn''t even be one, to begin with, haha." "Yes, which is why we Mages are truly thankful for Paragon Lucas'' efforts in bestowing us with such tools that brought nothing but convenience," Rarsu said in agreement. "With that said, the drawing tools are now yours for the keeping. If you also have the time during your self-study in the library tonight, you may also practice it there." "Will do." Gray answers with appreciation. "Now, any more questions before we proceed to the next agenda for today?" Rarsu asks. "Hmm." Gray ponders about it. After a short while, a question pops inside his mind as he could not help but inquire the lizardling about it. "About the bigger Magic Circles, most particularly the one when we first met days ago, how is it possible to achieve a perfect representation of the circle despite its massive size? I''m sure that''s quite a tiresome feat to pull off." "Tiresome?" Rarsu chuckles in response. "Not exactly. Come, I''ll show you why." The lizardling gestured the soul-siblings to follow him as they were led outside of the classroom, back at the familiar open area of the basement. Arriving at the area, Rarsu instructs both of them to wait as he approaches a nearby table filled with green rolled parchments. He grabbed one and proceeded at the center of the area. Upon unfolding the parchment, it reveals to be the usual off-white color of its front, showing a sketch of a Magic Circle that is simple in design. At the back of the parchment is the green color, revealing an Elven symbol in its center. Rarsu then crouches as he lays the object flat on the floor. The lizardling''s next actions show him touching the parchment as he channels his Mana on it and utters a word that''s unfamiliar to the elf. "Exolv." The parchment suddenly reacts with the lizardling''s actions as it started to glow brightly in blue light. As a result, the same circle that was drawn in the parchment begins to form on the floor, slowly assuming each of the circle''s details with absolute perfection as it grows bigger with each passing second. After the ordeal, both Gray and Selena''s eyes widen at seeing the completely similar and bigger version of the circle right on the very floor, integrating itself without issues. Rarsu picked up the parchment that was utilized and show it to the soul-siblings as the contents are now shown to be empty. "This is the Parchment of Exolv." Rarsu presented to the both of them. "A magical item used for specifically replicating anything that is written or drawn to your desired platform, ground, or even walls. The size of the drawing depends solely on the Mana that you have channeled on the parchment. As a result, huge Magic Circles that are conjured from this phenomenon is quite taxing on your Mana pool. Thus, Mages with a deep pool of Mana are the ones capable of summoning a massive-sized Magic Circle for a spell of great magnitude." "Ah, so determining the size of the Magic Circle is not exactly an issue as long as you have the necessary amount of Mana." Gray nods in realization, finally understanding how huge Magic Circles are created. Then, the elf asks another question as he eyes the circle on the floor. "So, how are you going to secure the Magic Circle? You know¡­ erased it, to remove any evidence whatsoever that a magic ritual has occurred." "If no Arcane Energy sustains it, then the circle will decay in an hour, disappearing eventually into thin air," Rarsu responds. He then looks at the wall clock that is hanged on the top, the time dictating at 3:01 pm, meaning that the current lesson has to end. "I''m sure you still have a lot of questions, but we''ll tackle it for the future days to follow. We still have a schedule to adhere to, after all." "Very well." Gray agrees, seeing as there are still three months to learn more about the subject matter. *** The final lesson of the day and one of the things that Gray look forward the most is Sentmaturgy, the creation of magical construct guardians known as the Sentinels. The said lesson will take place from 3:10 pm to 5:10 pm, as depicted in his training schedule. Gray and Selena were led by Rarsu into another part of the basement, a workshop of some sort. The area is vast in space to accommodate freedom of movement while in the performance of the job. The place is akin to a hallway that radiates a creepy ambiance in the elf''s opinion as it''s filled with six cylindrical transparent glass tanks, three on each side, most likely for the purpose of storing bodies. Upon further observation, Gray also notices that the tanks all have wires that are connected to what seems to look like a generator. Overall, the elf could not help but compare the whole place to a messed-up laboratory of a mad scientist with questionable experiments detailing to human life. Of course, the idea is not that farfetched since Sentmaturgy is technically the creation of a new life, an artificial life, but still life nonetheless. There''s one thing though that came into the elf''s mind when he marvels at the sights in his vicinity. ''Wait, does the concept of electricity exist in this world?'' Gray ponders as he eyes at the various equipment and hand tools of the workshop. ''Or maybe a different source is being used? Perhaps another Paragon like Lucas introduced similar concepts.'' Filing the question for later, the trio further enters the workshop with Gray and Selena filled with nothing but curiosity in their own faces, especially the latter. Selena''s eyes could not help but gleam with sheer interest, even more so than Gray. After all, this is the place where she was made, where she was crafted. Various parts and resources were all gathered and mix meticulously to form the being that she is today. If she was honest, the thought kind of intrigues her, bordering to extreme fascination as a matter of fact. In a short while, the three of them halted in their tracks as instructed by Rarsu. They now find themselves at a rectangular table with connected straps that are loosened. ''Yup, the laboratory vibes that I''m feeling right now just got creepier to a whole new level.'' Gray thought as he cringes. "Now, let us begin our lesson," Rarsu smirks, showing his sharp teeth. "As you already know, Sentmaturgy is the art of Sentinel creation. Although the definition is simple, the same can''t be said about the process, though. The procedures are quite daunting mind you as your patience will be subjected to the ultimate test. For beginners like yourselves, the learning process can be extremely intimidating and will take most of your precious time. As such, this lesson is completely optional, and we can disregard it in favor of more Magic training and exercises. Now, do you really wish to take the path in becoming a Sentmaturgist?" "Well, I wouldn''t know until I try it, right?" Gray merely smirks to the challenge. "Very well." Rarsu returns the gesture with a grin of his own. "Although I''m not exactly sure if you''ll be speaking the same tone once you''ll be subjected to the irritation that this lesson has to offer." The lizardling begins the lesson by taking out a series of items from his inventory; a skin-colored piece of clay, a transparent orb with multiple tiny tube vessels inside that are interconnected in an elaborate fashion and a small white thin elastic tube which is also the same as one of the tubes inside the orb mentioned. "These are the main constituents in the making of a Sentinel." Rarsu presented the items as he states each of their purposes. "The special clay, or simply known as the Sentinel clay, is used in forming the shape of the construct''s humanoid figure while the orb is the internal core of the Sentinel, the very life force of the construct. The clay''s color varies to accommodate the Sentmaturgist''s preference. The cultivation of the clay, as well as the creation of the core and the artificial tubes that serve as the Mana vessel, is a craft only known by the dwarves, considering that the very profession that we are currently tackling originated from them. Anyways, the core is like the Sentinel''s heart, connected by the multiple Mana vessels that circulate Mana throughout the Sentinel''s entire body. Gray nods in acknowledgment as he looks at the parts on the table intently. "Sentamaturgy overall demands not only the practical movement of your hands to mold clay into a humanoid figure." Rarsu continues his lecture after a short pause. "But as well as the internal mechanism, engineering, and magic ritual that accompanies it. A meticulous sleight of the hand is required, especially when connecting the vessels properly by stitching them and integrating them to the Sentinel''s core and its entire body. You could say that this is quite similar to a surgeon''s job, so you could only imagine the difficulties and frustrations that you are going to encounter. One slight mishap in the stitches would cause malfunction to a Sentinel, resulting to the condition of a severe Mana leak. As such, only a few Mages have ever pursued this demanding profession." "Damn," Gray responds, knowing how hard the surgeon profession is. He then turns his attention slowly to Selena with an engrossed look, appreciating the intricacies of how the girl was created in this world. And speaking of Selena herself, the girl clearly is witnessed to be interested as she approaches the table and gazes at the parts deeply with a look of pondering. She then took hold of the core with her mouth agape as she could not help but be fascinated by it. Gray and Rarsu observe the girl as the former spoke up to the latter. "Master, it appears that Selena is showing great interest, even more so than I am, just like in Alchemy." "Hmm." Rarsu rubs his chin, pondering the implications behind the girl''s actions. "It seems so. A Sentinel creating her own kind¡­ Fascinating indeed." "Hehe, that''s kinda awesome." Gray grins as he crosses his arms. "Now that I think about it, if I can create another Sentinel and incorporate my soul into it once more, then Selena will have another sibling!! Wait¡­ I can even have an army that I can call my own, every Sentinel with a living soul at my every bidding. Oh, I can only imagine the possibilities, hehe." [+2 CHAOS] "As grand as your ambition may be, it''s not remotely achievable at this current situation." Rarsu shook his head in disagreement, causing Gray to frown in response. "What do you mean?" The elf was definitely not amused by this. "I currently lack the materials to perform the procedures in creating even a single proper Sentinel, and it''s quite an annoyance to acquire them," Rarsu answers him while shaking his head in annoyance. "The items are only produced in Underforge by the Dwarven Mages, and those lots can be annoyingly secretive if they want themselves to be. Like the Enchanting trade, only Sentmaturgists are allowed to purchase the required materials. I''ve already sent the purchase order for acquiring the materials last month, but sadly, I received not even a single response from the seller. Not to mention, the process of creating a basic Sentinel is extremely time-consuming, an average span of around two months or perhaps more to be specific. The procedures involve a lot of intricacies like the conservation of their body, stitching of the vessels that I have discussed earlier, and a whole lot more." "That''s¡­ disappointing." Gray grimaced at what Rarsu explained to him. "Then, what are we supposed to do if we are not going to create some Sentinels then?" "For starters, practicing your stitching, the precise handling of the clay, and the right usage of the equipment involved," Rarsu replies with a serious look. "As well as the proper care and maintenance of your sibling over there. "Right." Gray nods in affirmation. Rarsu instructs the elf to move closer to the table beside Selena so he can begin teaching the other aspects relating to the Sentmaturgy profession. And thus, marks the average day for Gray and Selena Allister in the next three months to come under the care of Rarsu Khougraox. 68 Passing of a month It''s been around a month since Isamu started work at the farm, and life has been going pretty good for him. The cat-folk has finally adjusted into the life of agriculture. For the past few weeks, Isamu learns all about the intricacy of farm work, such as tending to the fields, harvesting different kinds of crops, taking care of the livestock, plowing the land in preparation for sowing the seeds, and many more. Fortunately for the cat-folk, Septima is a labor-free day, where farmers get the time to rest. Mindful of how to keep a population from being resentful, thus leading to rebellion, the government also enforced Mandatory frequent holidays. As a result, Isamu gets to go to the Fighter''s Retreat every Sextus night to meet up with Gray for some drinking. The two talked about their own time as they regale each of their tales. Isamu could only feel slightly jealous about his elven friend since the Gray was getting the most out of his apprenticeship while the cat-folk is merely doing some farm work as per the agreement to be trained by the orc \u003cChampion\u003e, Krothu. Despite his feeling, as mentioned earlier about the matter, a part of Isamu tells him that farming is not bad. Even if this was merely intended to be a compliance of some sort, an agreement initiated by Krothu for him to agree with Isamu''s training, the profession kind of grew into the cat-folk as he finds it fulfilling. The cat-folk, throughout his ventures of the agriculture trade, has learned to appreciate the honest work of the peasants that provide food and crops to the market in Chadena. Not to mention, the farmers themselves are a kind and friendly bunch, willing to help with one another as they fulfill the work of the day. Meaning, Isamu was able to adjust rather quickly and seamlessly integrates himself within their social hierarchy as the farmers consider him as one of their own. Overall, it was a new and enlightening experience for Isamu, as he came to value the profession and the people involved. Today, just like any other sunny day that the farmers are accustomed to, Isamu''s task is quite different this time as he was assigned to milk the cow located outside of the barn. The cow''s head is secured with a halter as the lead end is tied near a fence to prevent the animal from wandering off. "Heh, you sure are healthy and strong, girl." Isamu praises the cow''s health as the animal produces the right amount of fresh milk from her udders. "I''m sure your milk is going to be of excellent quality and will yield delicious butter and cheese." While the cat-folk was doing the chore with enthusiasm, he heard a giggle right beside him as he turns to the source of the sound. Isamu is not alone in this task, as the girl, Sarah accompanied him. She is performing the same job as well, milking a cow of her own right beside him. "Hmm, what''s so funny, Sarah?" Isamu blinks in confusion. "Hehe, complimenting a cow?" Sarah could only chuckle as she finds Isamu''s action a bit hilarious. "And I thought I was the strange one of the bunch." Isamu merely shook his head as he answers her. "Every being regardless of race, gender, and class deserves a noteworthy compliment when they truly deserve it. And yes, animals or beasts are included. My father once told me that animals could sense a person''s intentions that are within. As such, showing nothing but kindness and gratitude to the cow that provides us with milk is the right thing to do." [+4 GOOD] The cow that Isamu was milking uttered a loud moo in response like it was reacting to the cat-folk''s statement. "Sheesh, I was only kidding around, Isamu, no need to be overly serious, hehe." Sarah chuckles sheepishly in response while blushing with slight embarrassment. Then, she opted to shift the topic a bit to converse more with the cat-folk. "Your father, huh. He must be a really good man." "Yes, yes he is." Isamu could not help but smile as he reminisces his old man. Although one could see that his smile has an aura of agony in it as he slowly looks down to the ground. "Hey, you alright?" Sarah, this time, looks at him in concern. "I''m fine," Isamu assures the human girl. "Just remembering about¡­ things." As Sarah was about to question Isamu at what he meant, both of them were suddenly interrupted by Bren as he called them out. "Hey, you two, it''s already lunch break!!!" The old man made his presence known right behind the two cow milkers. "Coming!!" Sarah yelled in response as she stood up from her stool with Isamu lagging. As the two youngsters joined with Bren, the old farmer could not help but tease the both of them. "I can''t help but notice how awfully close you two are for the past month." Bren eyed them with sly, most notably at Sarah, as he faces the young girl mischievously. "No wonder you have been rejecting the romantic advances from the various young men from town. It appears that your preferences are¡­ outside the boundaries of the racial norm. No offense, of course, hahaha." "What?!!¡­ no!!" Sarah''s face completely reddens like the color of the ripe tomatoes that were harvested not so long ago. "W-what nonsense are you babbling about old man?!! We''re just friends, and nothing is going on between us!!" Isamu reacts as well, albeit calmly, in contrast to the human girl''s reaction. A small blush also assumes in his face, but he does not make his awkwardness about the matter too obvious. "Haha, of course, whatever you say, lass," Bren smirks at the young girl''s comical reaction. He then turns his gaze at Isamu as he taps the cat-folk''s shoulders. "She can be a pain in the ass at times, but She''s a good girl. Take care of her, alright?" Isamu could only nod calmly in response, not even bothering to deny the older man''s statement as it''ll only open more teasing remarks coming from him. After the teasing, Bren gave his final smirk as he joins with the farmers taking their lunch at a nice open spot near Krothu''s manor. "D-don''t listen to him, Isamu." Sarah stutters in her speech, unbecoming of her outgoing personality as she denies the old farmer''s statements. "Elder Bren merely enjoys making fun of the youth like us for his amusement." ''Heh, she''s actually cuter when acting all shy and girly.'' Were the cat-folk''s thoughts about the girl''s current situation. Despite his thoughts of attraction about the girl, Isamu merely shrugs his shoulders in response, not wanting to embarrass her any further as he gestures for them to join with the lunch as well. Sarah happily nods as she allows Isamu to go first, staring at his back with a mesmerizing gleam on her hazel-colored eyes. *** Lunch is served with bread and vegetable soup in a cooking pot to accommodate enormous portions for the farmers to eat. While lunch is ongoing, Krothu emerges outside of his manor, causing all the farmers to acknowledge his presence with them standing up in an instant. "I have an announcement to make." The orc said loudly for everyone to hear as the farmers all listen attentively to what the orc is going to say. "I have some business related to the guild. As such, I''ll be leaving this afternoon and won''t be back sometime until tomorrow at noon. In the meantime, Bren here will be in charge of you all." "What will you be doing in the guild, Baron Krothu, sir?" Bren asks on behalf of the farmers. "The senior members of the guild tomorrow will be sparring against one another to showcase the whole guild a thing or two in some tricks about combat." Krothu shook his head in annoyance. "As much as I want to refuse, Malic insisted that I come, saying that I already missed the event two times, and doing a third might earn me a bad reputation to the guild." "Wait, that''s tomorrow?!" Isamu reacted shockingly from the crowd. "Damn, I''m going to miss the Guild Master''s legendary combat techniques." "Tough luck for you, then." Krothu simply comments with a smirk. "Anyways, you folks continue the good job that you are doing, and I look forward to the fruits of your harvest." "Will do, sir." Bren bows down with respect as all farmers shortly followed after. After Krothu''s announcement, he then went back inside the manor to make his preparations in departing to the town area. The farmers then all went back to their respective tasks after finishing their lunch. Somewhere in the background, a farmer with his face hidden with a hood ponders with a profound look, rubbing his chin as he considered the announcement that was given by Krothu. ''With the orc gone, now is the perfect opportunity to act.'' The ''farmer'' thought as he joins with his fellow workers, blending into their social circle like it was all too natural for him. 69 Thievery and a chase The darkness of the night greeted Whitemoor as per its natural intentions, and every honest folk naturally have abandoned the areas outside and retired in their respective homes in preparation for the next day to come. One particular individual, however, disregarded such limited thinking, walking around the farmlands in the late night with intentions that can''t exactly be considered good. Clad in a light set of brown armor. The clothing is mostly made of leather material and is lightweight, making it ideal for anyone hugging in the shadows. The chest piece consists of a hood that effectively conceals his face with a set of small satchels that is draped over his left shoulder and a leather belt strapped on his waist. The man is shown to be extremely capable in his endeavors, avoiding the guards that are patrolling the farmlands with ease as he maneuvers around the area like a true being of the shadows. In a short while, the man finally arrives in his destination as he mentally praises himself in triumph. ''Hmph, easy.'' The man thought as he stood in front of Krothu''s manor. ''I better make sure to do this quick.'' Taking a set of lockpick from his Inventory, the man began utilizing his skill of lockpicking in an attempt to unlock the door with quiet precision. Such is the way of a thief, a roguish figure who''ll go through great lengths for the possession of items of value. ''Tsk, this lock is a bit tricky.'' The man mentally grunted in frustration while performing the deed with his nimble hands. ''Luckily, I was trained in the baroque art of thievery. A little bit to the right¡­ and there we go.'' The man heard the sound of a click inside the lock, meaning that the door is finally unlocked. ''Hopefully, the item, as stated in the contract, is here.'' The man thought as he enters the manor. ''Otherwise, my efforts of infiltrating as a farmer for two whole months will be a petty waste. I always wonder why that damn orc does not even leave his manor.'' With the man now inside the manor, he then closes and locks the entrance door behind him as he begins his search all over the interiors. *** "Abad!! (Father)" A cat-folk child with white fur enters into an office with a bright smile as he calls an older cat-folk. He wears a simple white tunic with long blue pants and a pair of brown shoes. Unlike the child, the adult has brown fur instead, wearing a set of elaborate-looking chainmail set of armor. "Hello, little kitten." The cat-folk adult returns the smile with the same gesture of his own as he affectionately rubs the young one''s head. "What brings you here to my office?" "You promised to teach me how to wield a blade today, abad." The cat-folk child happily said. "Now is not the right time, my child." The older one said gently, going back to his desk as he is still confined with the paperwork. "Abad is rather busy right now." "Aw." The cat-folk child pouts in disappointment. "But, I did promise you." The cat-folk adult grins to cheer his son up. "After my work here is done, the first thing I''m going to do is head on down at the training grounds. Meet me there at around five in the afternoon." "Kah!! Yes!!" The cat-folk child''s expressions instantly shift to a cheerful one as he looks at his father in enthusiasm. "I can''t wait!! Thanks, abad!!" "Anything for you, Isamu." *** With the ceiling of the house greeting him, Isamu suddenly woke up from the dream that he was having, slowly positioning himself in a sitting manner on his bed as he clutches his head while yawning deeply. "Huh, I never had that sort of dream for a very long time," Isamu said with a grimaced look as he got up from his bed. "Must have been the result of Sarah mentioning about abad a while ago when we were milking the cows." After his contemplation, Isamu decided not to think much of it any further as he resumes his sleep. But alas, his efforts of doing so is a failure as he can''t seem to succumb to the slumber, his entire demeanor now feeling restless as caused by the memory of his childhood. "Damn it. Now I can''t sleep." Isamu got up again as he scratches his fur on his head with slight annoyance. He then thought of something that may remedy his current dilemma. "Perhaps some walk outside at the farming grounds will ease me up a bit." Nodding to himself at his choice, Isamu equips his set of steel armor and heads on out for some walk and fresh air. The cat-folk walks around leisurely, basking on the twilight of the night sky as he reminisces the different past events that have transpired, leading him to where he is right now. "Halt right there, citizen!!" A male voice calls him from a distance. Isamu turns to his side to verify the source of the voice. It was a guard that made his presence known to the cat-folk while making his approach. And it was not just any guard, though. It was someone that Isamu is familiar with as the cat-folk became at ease upon seeing him. "It''s just me, Brandon," Isamu said as he eyed at the familiar guard who greeted him and Gray when they arrived at Chadena''s gate days ago. "So, you''re actually in the night shift, huh." "Yes." Brandon nods, feeling relieved that it was not some sinister individual doing who knows what. "So, what brings you here? You know that people might mistake you for a thief or even worse¡­ a vampire if you casually just walk around in these parts at this particular time of the night. And you being a cat-folk definitely won''t help your case." "Nah, I''ll just show my guild identification card and make up some excuse like patrolling around the area or something like that," Isamu answers him cheerfully as they both start walking around. "Ah, so that''s why you are wearing your armor, making your case believable," Brandon smirks while crossing his arms. "You''re a genius. I can give you that." "Haha, I''m not sure if a guard should be saying things like that." Isamu chuckles in response. "And an esteemed guild member should also not be taking advantage of his status for his self-interest like his nightly strolls." Brandon instantly retorted in a teasing manner. "Heh, you got me right there, officer." Isamu shook his head amusingly as they both have some good laughs. As they kept on walking, the two find themselves near the manor of the farmlands. Isamu suddenly halted on his tracks, his face turning grave as he eyed the manor with full intent. Brandon looks at him in confusion as to why the cat-folk stop. "Wait." Isamu''s demeanor took a 180 turn as he felt something a bit off with the twitching of his ears. With his tiger-like sense of hearing, the cat-folk was able to hear something is amidst from manor thanks to his passive racial trait of \u003cSharp sense\u003e. It''s just like the time when he and Gray were eavesdropping at the Bandit Encampment days ago as the cat-folk heard the two bandits'' conversation with remarkable clarity despite the significant distance. ''This place is supposed to be empty.'' The cat-folk thought with a frown. Then his eyes widen in realization as he assumed a look of distress. Brandon looks at his cat-folk friend with concern as he asks. "What''s wrong, Isamu?" "Follow me quick," Isamu instructs the human guard as he wasted no time in running to the back part of the manor, where the source of the sound that he identified is located. And the sound that he was able to discern is similar to the creaking noise of a door opening. Brandon complies with the cat-folk, despite not finding any sense of the latter''s actions. The cat-folk''s suspicions were proven correct as he saw someone emerging outside from the back door. ??? Lvl 18 Health: 1,459 / 1,459 Stamina: 2,901 / 2,901 Mana: 390 / 390 "Thief!!!!" Isamu yells as loudly as he could and immediately equips his Great-sword from his Inventory and charges straight at the figure. The thief with his quick reflexes manages to dodge the slash just in time, jumping away in a few paces as he begins his retreat. Isamu snarls in frustration at his attack missing but immediately recovers from his irritation as Isamu quickly chases the thief. Brandon fulfills his part by conjuring a blow horn from his Inventory and blows it, alerting the other guards nearby. Afterward, he also follows Isamu in chasing the burglar. Indeed, Brandon''s action results with all the guards at the area joining the chase, with some of them equipping their bow and arrows in an attempt to shoot the thief down. Despite their combined efforts, the thief proves to be extremely agile, dodging the arrows with remarkable aptitude, fitting for someone of the shadows. Brandon quickly realizes that their efforts are all going to be in vain, seeing as the thief proves to be significantly faster and more agile than all of them. Not to mention their Stamina pool caused by all the running is nearing its end while the thief seemed to be unfazed. Fortunately, Isamu is still feeling in his element thanks to his passive \u003cChampion\u003e skill of \u003cControl\u003e, granting him Stamina cost reduction of 20% from his actions, including running. And the cat-folk felt that not all hope is lost as he still has some certain racial tricks up his sleeve. Activating his active skill of \u003cFeline Agility\u003e in combination with his \u003cFeline Maneuver\u003e, Isamu was granted a combined movement bonus speed of 40% from the two skills mentioned. ''Like they say.'' Isamu smirks as he started running on fours. ''Never try to out-run a cat-folk.'' Every guard was indeed at awe at the cat-folk''s profound speed as they witness Isamu slowly catching up with the thief. *** The thief was slightly shocked at seeing the cat-folk behind him, closing the gap. Instead of panicking, however, the thief maintains his composure, finding the right moment when the cat-folk is about to grab hold of him. ''Troublesome.'' The thief thought with annoyance. ''The cat-folks are indeed renowned for their sharp senses and unnatural agility. I would never have imagined that he will be awake at this time of the night. I even made sure to check that all of the farmers are asleep at their respective homes before performing this deed. Oh well, I suppose not every scenario will go according to one''s plan.'' "I''ve got you now, you thieving bastard!!!" The cat-folk reaches for the thief as his claws approach in the latter''s figure. Suddenly, however, the thief vanishes from the cat-folk''s as the latter was about to grab hold of the former, leaving only a blur as per intended by the thief''s skill. Isamu eyes widen with surprise as the thief''s action abruptly broke his momentum. ''How annoying.'' The thief grimaced as he quickly took out two items from his Inventory. ''With the guards most likely alerted by now, I suppose I should divert their attention. To be honest, I detest resorting to such tactics unbecoming of a thief like me.'' The item reveals to be a ball-like object with a fuse and a lighter as the thief uses the latter to fire up the former. Isamu and all of the guards widen their eyes as they instantly recognize the item that the thief is about to throw. "Bomb!!!" One of the guards shouted in warning as they all avoided the dangerous projectile that was hurled into their direction without care. With the bomb activating, an explosion occurred all over the area, starting a massive fire at the farmlands. With the perfect opportunity of destruction that acts as an effective diversion, the thief finally made his hasty retreat as his job here is officially done. [+12 CHAOS] 70 Valor Fire and mayhem mix into entropy at one of the fields at the farmlands as a result of the explosion caused by the thief''s bomb. The casualties thankfully are only a few as everyone was able to avoid the direct impact of the explosion. The guards that were in the vicinity still sported some injuries and burns, unfortunately. They instantly took out their health potions from their Inventory and drank it for their wounds to recover. The dire issue of the fire spreading in the area is still on hand, though. If no one is going to do something about it, the farmers may as well bid good riddance to the crops and livestock that provide sustenance to the whole town of Chadena. Isamu could only grunt irritably as he got up slowly from the ground. He is also one of the casualties, sporting some minor burns. He then also brought out a health potion of his own and begun drinking it to mend his injuries. Although the displeasure that Isamu felt was quickly replaced with concern as there are even more pressing matters to attend to rather than wallow in self-frustration. Issues like containing and extinguishing the fire. The farmers widen their eyes as they were stricken with dread and fear at witnessing their crops being consumed by the burning fire. Isamu then took a deep breath to forcefully calm himself down despite the pressure of the flaming pandemonium that is currently transpiring. While this was ongoing, Isamu''s system notification greeted him with a message as a result. \u003cQUEST START!!\u003e \u003cFrom the ashes, we rise\u003e [Fire and mayhem begin to engulf the farmlands of Chadena, threatening the livelihood of the farmers who you have worked with for the past month. Without immediate action, famine and despair will engulf the entirety of the area, reducing everything into ashes.] \u003cQuest Completion\u003e - Collaborate with everyone in the vicinity to combat the fire. \u003cQuest Bonus\u003e - None \u003cQuest Rewards\u003e - (???) \u003cACCEPT QUEST?\u003e - YES / NO Isamu presses yes in an instant as he quickly took the initiative and made his presence known to everyone in the surrounding area. "Everyone, calm down, and listen to me!!!" Isamu took advantage of his booming \u003cChampion\u003e voice as he erupts a bellow to catch everyone''s attention. "Now, I want each one of you to grab a bucket and gather water from the river to extinguish the fire!!" \u003cLeadership\u003e Discipline Hidden Trait Unlock!! \u003cValor\u003e (Passive) ¨C The Champion is a hero of the people, rallying them under his banner despite the overwhelming odds. As such, allies are less likely to be struck by Fear effects as long as they are in your vicinity. Isamu''s eyes widen at the new skill but dismiss it shortly after because there are more important things to do. The farmers recovered from their initial shock thanks to Isamu''s loud command of snapping them out. They instantly did what they were told to do as they grab each of the said items from their respective homes in a hurry and perform the role that was delegated to them. Fortunately, the fire covers only a single field out of the entire area. But the field is big nonetheless, so the farmers are still going to suffer significant losses if they managed to put out the fire. The fire still spreads rapidly however as they all need to be quick in their actions for it to be contained. Thankfully, the river that serves as their way of irrigation is also nearby, thus making the work less burdensome as they went back and forth in refilling the water and dousing the fire. Bren, being the assigned head of the farmers, co-operated with Isamu as both of them maintained the order amidst the ongoing chaos, inspiriting the entire farmer populace in combating the flames. The farmer''s combined efforts with assistance from the guards ultimately have prevailed, smothering the flames that threaten them all. As the commotion reaches its conclusion, the small remaining fires that were in the vicinity are easily being put out by the other farmers as they cover it with dirt with the use of a shovel. Thus, it marks the end of the fire in the farmlands. Through Isamu''s overall command with solid assistance from Bren, the farmers were able to solve the crisis before the situation turns out of control for them to handle. With the sun rising to mark a brand new day, every farmer and guard at the surrounding area could only marvel at the majestic sunlight appearing on the beautiful horizon. "Ah, glad that''s finally over." Bren breathes a sigh of relief at knowing that the crisis has been averted. "I suppose you have our thanks for rounding up our sorry asses, haha." "It''s the right thing to do." Isamu smiles in response as both of them stares at the busy farmers cleaning up the field. "I merely perform what''s required of me. As a member of the Warrior''s Guild, it''s expected of me to be a leader and defender of the common-folk, performing to the best of my abilities for the good of the people." [+5 GOOD] [+2 ORDER] "And you perform just that exceptionally." Bren returns the gesture with a smile of gratitude of his own. Then, the old farmer''s expression shifts into a frown as he eyes at the area that was affected by the fire. "Even if we managed to save most of the crops in the end, the burned area still holds a great piece of the land as the wheat that was supposed to be harvested the following day was reduced to ashes. The losses that we''ll most likely suffer are going to be detrimental in our way of living." "Yes." Isamu nods with the same sentiment. "If I ever get the chance to see that thief again, I''ll make sure to enact justice unto him in person. He''ll pay dearly for the atrocity that he caused us today." [+1 ORDER] "Speaking of our mysterious burglar, I wonder who he is and what he wants here in the farmlands of all places?" Bren rubs his chin in question. "Not in the farmlands exactly." Isamu shook his head. "But in Sir Krothu''s manor." "Ah, makes sense then," Bren replies. "Baron Krothu is one of the richest and most influential noble here in Chadena. Any thief would definitely be attracted by the wealth that he possesses." "Yup, I agree," Isamu said in acknowledgment. "Still, it''s hard to believe that the thief coincidentally performs the deed during the perfect moment when Sir Krothu chose to be absent as he announces it to us all. Sounds a bit fishy, don''t you think?" "Now that you mention it, yes." Bren''s eyes widen in realization. "Wait, you think that one of our fellow workers is the culprit?" "It''s a possibility." Isamu nods. "When Sir Krothu made his announcement yesterday, I didn''t sense any other people who are eavesdropping us during that time. I''m a cat-folk, so my sense of smell and hearing is very sharp to the point that I can identify someone easily nearby with just a sniff. It''s a huge probability that one of the farmers is the thief himself." "That''s preposterous!!" Bren denies. "No one would even dare to perform such atrocious act against the kind Baron, especially us farmers who are nothing but grateful for the things that he has done for us." "Yes, I know." Isamu answers. "But we still can''t deny the possibility no matter how unbelievable you think is." "If what you said is true, then it''s certainly alarming that there is a thief among us all this time." Bren frowns deeply. "So, what do you suggest our next course of action will be?" "Hmm." Isamu thought with a deep ponder. "In the meantime, let''s muster every farmer in the vicinity. That way, we''ll know who the thieving bastard is as he''s most possibly the person who is missing." "Very well." Bren nods. "I''ll get the manifest that contains the list of the farmers from the house." *** With all the farmers assembled, Bren stated the names of the farmers at the manifest as he confirms each of their presence one by one. "Sarah Ancret!!" "Alive and present!!" The young girl answers with enthusiasm despite the current situation that they are in. "Beavis Aocrate." "Here." "Raimund Armak." "By the Divines'' mercy, I''m still here." Bren continues to read the list of names as all farmers answered respectively when they were called. "Connor Raulf." Waiting for a response, all they received is the wind blowing past them. Bren shifted his sights at Isamu, who is among the crowd as the latter nods with a grim look. The old farmer looks at the manifest again and marks the particular name. After everything is said and done, the farmers were dismissed as some of them, the resilient ones of the bunch, went back to cleaning the field that was affected by the burn. At the same time, the rest who are not working are allowed to rest as they were exhausted from the ordeal of extinguishing the flames earlier. Isamu shortly after approaches Bren as he crosses his arms with a severe expression. "Connor, huh." The cat-folk said the name. "So, he''s the only one missing." "Yes," Bren said in agreement. "The lad is actually a new addition that came before you. He has worked here for only around two months. A decent young lad, and he gets along well enough with his fellow farmers. So far, I receive no complaints against him." "Two months, huh," Isamu told him. "Then that even makes it even more suspicious. If Connor, assuming that is his real name, does not come back today, then we can safely say that he is most likely the culprit behind the thievery. But the real question is¡­ if he is indeed the thief, then was his goal all along is to steal something from the manor? If yes, then why would he go so far as to disguise himself as a farmer like us for a significant period of time?" "I believe I can answer that." A familiar rough voice was heard right behind Isamu and Bren as their eyes widen. They instantly turned around to acknowledge the person. The person is revealed to be none other than the Orc \u003cChampion\u003e Krothu as he gazes both of them with a stern look. 71 Shadow With Krothu now present here at the farmlands, Isamu and Bren breathe a sigh of relief at knowing that the Baron himself is finally here in this troubled situation that all of them find themselves in. "Baron Krothu." Bren bowed his head down with utmost reverence at the orc. "Thank the Divines you are here." "Yes, Elder Bren." Krothu nods with a sad look. "I apologize if I just arrived. I only received word about the fire not too long ago when a courier notified me when I was asleep in the guild. As soon as I heard the commotion, I instantly rushed here as soon as I could to check up on the current state." "It''s alright, Baron Krothu, sir," Bren replies, assuming the same look of grief. "It was out of our control. The thief proved to be quite elusive in his escape as he even possesses the audacity to burn a significant portion of the farm as a means for him to do it." "Hmm, a bomb, huh." Krothu rubbed his chin with a grim expression. Isamu raised his hand as he inquires about something to the orc. "Do you know what the thief has stolen from your manor, sir?" "A weapon of Godly tier," Krothu answered with a rather calm voice despite the content of the words that he has announced. Indeed, both Isamu and Bren''s eyes widen with extreme surprise upon hearing the orc''s reply. "A G-godly weaponry?" Isamu tried his best to contain the astonishment that he now felt at this very moment. "Why is a weapon of such divine nature inside your manor?" "Malic''s orders." The orc answered. Instead of feeling distressed, however, a smirk assumed on the orc''s face. "And don''t worry too much about it, though." "What do you mean?" Isamu titled his head in confusion. Krothu''s smirk simply grew even wider. *** \u003cEleven days later at an unknown location.\u003e Inside a slightly dark area lighted by small candles that are fitted to a sconce on the walls, a young man, the same thief who escaped from the farmlands, is seen to be walking around casually in the small space. The man spotted what he is looking for as he walks further inside the place, a door with a watchman stationed as he is witnessed to be leaning against the wall. The watchman standing on guard is a tall, middle-aged man with a scar on his blind right eye. He wears a set of leather armor with a hood, a bit similar to the one that the thief is wearing as well. "Hmm, who''s this then?" The watchman said as soon as he saw the younger man approaching him. "It''s just me, Grim." The thief spoke in a calm tone as he eyed the taller man without hesitation. Grim Lvl 28 \u003cAssassin\u003e Health: 1,571 / 1,571 Stamina: 3,690 / 3,690 Mana: 380 / 380 "Heh, Connor." The watchman who goes by the name of Grim, grinned mischievously. "Back from playing farmer, I see. I can only assume that you are successful with the task, right?" "You assume correctly." The thief whose name actually is Connor crossed his arms with a stoic look. Then he proceeds immediately to his business as he asks. "Is the Mistress here?" "Yup." Grim answers as he gave way to Connor. "Go on right in." Connor merely nods in acknowledgment as he slowly opens the door. Now inside, the area reveals to be some sort of office with bookshelves in every corner, containing most likely the sensitive documents that are well-arranged. As Connor set his gaze in front of him, he could not help but shook his head annoyingly at the messy sight that was presented in his very eyes. Connor sighed as he thought. ''How troublesome.'' Indeed, the thief''s irritation is justifiable as he saw a beautiful woman with long black hair passed out with her head laying on her desk. The woman is seen to be wearing a simple long-sleeved black dress with a belt strapped on her waist, being her casual attire. Speaking of her desk, it was littered with empty bottles of ale and booze all over, a bedlam of a drunken mess that unquestionably causes her state of comical unconsciousness as she snores rather loudly for Connor''s eardrums to shake. Connor could not help but twitch in complete annoyance at the woman''s current state of stupor. Even if he was used with the woman''s antics, being in familiar terms with her, he still thought that it''s rather unbecoming of someone like her who holds an extremely important position in their shadowy organization. Approaching the desk, Connor shakes the woman in an attempt to bring her back to consciousness. "Mistress, wake up," Connor said a bit loudly for the woman to hear. "Mph, five more minutes, Grim." The woman uttered in her sleep as she shifts her head slightly away to the right. "Mistress." Connor sighed in displeasure. No matter how many times he shook the woman off, she would never budge. He then released his hand from her as he palmed his forehead at this predicament. ''It appears I have no other choice.'' Connor thought as he took a deep breath in preparation of the danger what he is about to do. ''This is going to be troublesome in my part.'' Sheathing a black dagger from its scabbard, Connor, with outstanding agility, proceeded to slash the woman in her sleep with murderous intent, his eyes gleaming cold like a true assassin. Instead of the blade connecting to the woman''s head, however, her hand suddenly reacted despite her state of unconsciousness as she blocked the incoming attack with a black dagger of her own with godly precision. With the blades still in a fierce contact, Connor could not help but feel uneasy at seeing the woman opening her eyes slowly and now looking at him with an expression that promised absolute despair. Connor immediately retreated a few steps out of fear, fully aware of the woman''s exceptional abilities and skills that are unmatched by no one in their organization. Connor gulps in apprehension as he eyed the woman known for her unparalleled skill in the shadowy arts, utilizing both blade and subterfuge with deadly efficiency as she strikes from the shadows like darkness itself has personified, the last thing that all victims witnessed before their utter demise. Her real name is an enigma, obscured even among the group that she leads by secrecy. As such, the people only refer to her by her title, the word ushering fear into the heart of many as they spoke of the many dreaded tales of thievery and anarchy that circulate her and the organization that she leads. Her title? One simply calls her the Mistress of Shadows, leading the shadowy organization of thieves that is known as the Guild of Shadows. Mistress of Shadows Lvl (??) \u003cAssassin\u003e Health: (????) / (????) Stamina: (????) / (????) Mana: (????) / (????) Connor, after a short while, manages to calm himself down as he voiced out his displeasure at the woman who is now gradually waking up and regaining full awareness. "Such a pain in the ass. Does this have to happen every single time when someone wakes you up from being drunk? I pity Grim for having to put up with you every single day." Rubbing her eyes, the sight of the woman slowly regains its clarity as she stares at Connor. "Ah, Connor, you''re back." The Mistress of Shadows yawns nonchalantly as if the act that was done earlier by the young man was of no big deal to her. She then leans her face against her arm resting on the desk with a bored look while twirling the dagger with her other hand like a true expert. "So, what brings you here?" "The mission, remember?" Connor crossed his arms in annoyance as he could not believe how laid-back this woman is. "Oh, right, that mission." The Mistress of Shadows said as she rubs her chin in thinking. "Wait¡­ was was it again?" "Are you serious?" Connor looked at her with an unimpressed expression as he sweatdrops. "Oh, relax, I was just messing with you, hehe." The Mistress of Shadows chuckled playfully. "So, do you have the item then?" Connor nods as he conjures the item mentioned from his Inventory and lays it at the desk. The item reveals to be a sword, more specifically, a katana. Its blade glistens remarkably with the golden color, showcasing a quality unlike any other. The guard is also gold in color while the pommel is green with a small sculpture of a lion that serves as its pommel. The Mistress of Shadows picks up the katana as she marvels at every detail of it. "One of the very ancient blades that Paragon Neverath himself originally wields, Arondil." The woman smiles as she inspects the Godly weapon of legends. "I''m impressed, Connor. Obtaining this weapon is quite taxing on your part, I can imagine." "Yes, especially the trouble that I have run to in the end." Connor frowns as he crossed his arms. "Hopefully, the rewards will be worth it." "Trouble, huh." The Mistress of Shadows eyed the young thief with interest. "I do enjoy hearing tales of thievery and adventure from a fellow brother of the shadows. Since we''re not in a hurry in our transactions, would you be so kind as to regale your story as to how you possess this item?" "Very well." Seeing no reason to reject his leader''s request, Connor told her of his undertakings as a farmer at Chadena''s farmlands and the moment eleven nights ago when he was caught on sight by the cat-folk, forcing his escape in a somewhat chaotic manner. While he was telling his story, The Mistress of Shadows opted to inspect the blade even further while listening. "I see." The Mistress of Shadows nods in response. "You were forced to use a bomb. Oh well, not every time will a plan shift into one''s favor. I commend your efforts in stealing the blade, but there is one particular problem, however." "A problem?" Connor questions as he does not like the sound of her tone in her last remark. "This blade." The Mistress of Shadows'' smile turns upside down as her eyes gleamed with utmost killer intent at the weapon she is holding. "It''s fake." 72 Fake or Replica "A fake?" Connor was baffled by the revelation that was revealed by the Mistress of Shadows as the latter''s demeanor was filled with an aura of cold death that would burst if failed to contain. Realizing that she was about to fall into her rare state of deadly temper, the woman forcefully composes herself as she performs a deep breath. "Yes." The Mistress of Shadows nods in agreement as she eyes the blade with disdain. "It appears that those guild warriors in Chadena are even more cunning than I give them credit." "But how?" Connor questions her about the authenticity of the legendary katana. "I verified the item first before stealing it from the manor. All of its stats are indeed worthy of its Godly status." "Perhaps." The Mistress of Shadows said with a lecturing tone. "But relying on the visual aspects of the System is simply not enough. One has to also confirm its actual credibility by inspecting the item in person, and this blade is merely a replica." "How are you able to find out?" Connor asks with genuine interest. "Simple." The Mistress of Shadows smirks in response. "The blade of Nevarath, Arundil, was forged using a scarce metal called Divus. The said metal is renowned for its exceptional quality and gold-like color, a resource highly sought out by smiths all over the land. Being experienced in crafting items with Divus, I can tell whether the item is made from it or not. Divus exhibits peculiar qualities such as its extreme lightweight and durability, as well as its subtle lighter shade of gold that glistens admirably in the majesty of the sunlight. This replica, however, did not exhibit any of the qualities that I have mentioned, being a bit heavier with a darker contrast of color." With her inspection of the sword concluded, the weapon''s stats instantly change to match the quality that the woman has deduced. \u003cArundil (Replica)\u003e (Uncommon Sword) Lvl Requirement: 0 Attribute Requirement: None Damage: 20 Enchantments: None Item Description: A mere copy of Nevarath''s legendary sword crafted with normal gold and various common materials. As such, the weapon is not suited for combat, merely for ornamental intentions. "I see," Connor said with his teeth gritting, clenching his fist in frustration at his mission being actually a spectacular waste of his time. "I suppose that the mission is forfeit, then?" "Maybe." The Mistress of Shadows assures the young man with a smile. "But still, you did perform admirably with both a cunning mind and remarkable patience. If anyone were to blame, then it''s our client for providing us with false information." The woman then hands the weapon to Connor, as she added. "Besides, not all your efforts are wasted. That weapon over there, I''m sure some rich noble will be attracted by the remarkable craftsmanship to add in their display. The weapon should fetch a hefty price in the market." \u003cQUEST COMPLETE!!\u003e \u003cAgriculture and Thievery\u003e \u003cQuest Summary\u003e \u003cQuest Completion\u003e - Steal the \u003cArundil\u003e from inside the farm manor in Chadena. [?] Quest Rewards granted: 4,900 XP, \u003cArundil (Replica)\u003e LEVEL UP!! YOU RECEIVED 5 ATTRIBUTE POINTS!! YOU RECEIVED 1 ABILITY POINT!! Connor acknowledges the message of the System with a nod of approval, allocating two of his attribute points in Dexterity, another two in Strength, and his last single point at Luck. Of course, that''s not the young man''s usual standard of spending his attribute points whenever he levels up. There are times when he put more points in other attributes to cover some of his weakness. One constant thing, however, is his prioritization of Dexterity, being the most essential factor for a Rogue, more specifically, being an \u003cAssassin\u003e the Rogue class that most of his fellow guildmates of the shadow have undertaken. Accepting the weapon reward, Connor stores the replica inside his Inventory as he asks the woman. "So, we''re done here?" "Of course." The Mistress of Shadows responds as she chuckles. "I still have to clean up this mess that I made after all, hehe." "Right." Connor could not help but cringe at her desk, piled with the disorderliness of her drunken revelry. "I suppose I should take my leave." "Yes, Connor." The Mistress of Shadows happily answers. "In the meantime, you are free to steal, do whatever you want. Just don''t get caught red-handed. After all, bribing the guards is quite a troublesome chore in everyone''s part and one more thing¡­ no murder, or at least, make it look like an accident. We don''t need any more heat coming from the authorities, and it''s bad for business." "I know," Connor stated as he turns his back to leave the office. "Oh, and by the way." The Mistress of Shadows halts the young man momentarily as the latter faces the former. "When you leave, kindly call Grim to enter." Connor merely nods in acknowledgment as he finally left the area. In a short while, Grim enters the office as he was instructed to. "You called, mistress?" The Assassin WatchGuard spoke with the utmost respect to her. "Yes, Grim." The Mistress of Shadows nods in response. "Remember our mutual friend, the one who provided us with the location of Arundil?" "Of course, mistress." Grim answers with a nod. "I''ll never forget that wretched, greedy face of his when he approached us in person two months ago." "It appears the weapon that our dear Connor has retrieved is fake." The woman said, her tone now devoid of the laid-back nature that she has displayed earlier. "A fake, huh," Grim said with a frown. "Damn, I can only imagine the frustration that the boy is feeling right now, with his two months as a farmer being a total waste of his time." "I agree, poor Connor." The Mistress of Shadows replies with a sad look. "I think it''s about time that our dear client gets the payment that he deserves, don''t you think?" Realizing the true meaning of her statement, Grim nods without hesitation. "Of course, mistress." "Good." The Mistress answers with a favorable tone. "That is all Grim, you may take your leave." Grim bows his head down in respect as he immediately left the office to perform the task that was delegated to him in person. With the woman finally all alone in her office, a sinister smirk graces forth on her beautiful face as she thought. ''Anyone crossing with the Guild of Shadows shall never get to see the light of the sun ever again.'' *** "A replica?" Going back eleven days earlier in the farmlands of Chadena in the aftermath of the fire, Isamu and Bren had their mouth agape as the former uttered the last statement in question. "Yes," Krothu smirks, baring his tusks for them to witness. He then faces Bren with a stern expression as he said. "As much as I want to include you in our conversation, what we are going to discuss here is sensitive information about the guild. Leave us for a moment, Bren." "Oh, of course, I understand Baron Krothu, sir." The old farmer said as he bowed his head down respectfully and left the two Warriors in their conversation. "So, what''s this about?" Isamu gazes at the orc in question, now with both of them the only ones present. "And why is a Godly weapon, even though if it''s a mere replica, doing inside your manor in the first place? That item is more trouble than its worth, costing us a single field out of the entire farm." "Like I said, Malic''s orders," Krothu answers him calmly. "The thief would have been successful though, that is if he stole the item a month ago." "What do you mean?" Isamu tilted his head in genuine confusion. "Haha, you see, Malic also told me and only me about your Paragon friend," Krothu smirks, causing Isamu to widen his eyes in surprise at what the orc has told. "So, you know, huh," Isamu said with his arms crossed. "Of course. Malic and I trust each other with our very lives." Krothu responds with pride in his every tone. "And what does Gray have to do with any of this?" Isamu asks. "The Godly blade of legends, Arundil, is a weapon that can only be wielded in its full potential by a Paragon," Krothu imparts to the cat-folk about the sword''s details. "With your friend''s status being revealed, Malic has taken the necessary steps and secretly instructed me to transfer the real weapon to a safer location, leaving only a replica in place at my manor. Only the senior members of the guild possess the knowledge of the blade being in my manor. Malic and I as well did not disclose to our fellow senior warriors regarding the true weapon''s location, them thinking that it''s still in my manor." "And why didn''t you tell them about the true weapon''s location then? What''s with all the secrecy?" Isamu frowns as he did not like where this conversation is headed. Krothu simply took a deep breath as he responds with a pure grimace. "Malic and I suspect that we have a traitor among the senior ranks." 73 Humility Isamu''s slit cat eyes could not help but widen as he fails to contain his surprise by the sensitive information being revealed to him by Krothu. "A traitor?" The cat-folk was clearly baffled. "You''re joking, right?" "If only that were the case, kid." Krothu shook his head in disagreement. "For the past few months, we have suspected that one of the seniors have been conducting some nefarious business behind our backs. Of course, Malic and I did not open this topic up to anyone in the guild to not any arouse suspicion from the culprit." "May I know who''s the traitor in our ranks?" Isamu asks with an angered look. Krothu smiles as he taps the younger warrior''s shoulder in response. "You don''t have to worry about it. It''s Malic and I''s business alone. Just leave these kinds of complicated affairs to us. I don''t want any of the junior members sharing two old men''s burden, hahaha." "And besides," Krothu added as he released his hand from Isamu. "It''s still mere speculations on our part. Unless we have concrete evidence to bring him behind bars, then I''m afraid that there''s little we can do. After all, a person is only innocent until proven guilty, as bound by the laws and traditions that we follow." "Yes, sir." Despite not liking the orc''s secrecy regarding the matter, Isamu decided not to question him further about the affair as the cat-folk also know that any issues concerning with the senior members are for them to deal alone as discretely as possible as dictated by the laws of the guild. [+1 ORDER] "Anyways, enough about such depressing matters." Krothu''s frown instantly shifts to the opposite expression as he grins. "I''ve overheard some farmers talking about how you handled the situation in the fire. I''m impressed kid, not many are capable of assuming the mantle of leadership in such a taxing scenario." "I only did what I think is right." Isamu smiles. "After all, it would be unbecoming of a member of the Warrior''s Guild such as myself to succumb to fear and panic when the situation demands the opposite entirely." [+1 GOOD] "Well said." Krothu nods with full esteem. "You performed admirably to the best of your abilities. You unquestionably did the guild proud." \u003cQUEST COMPLETE!!\u003e \u003cFrom the ashes, we rise\u003e \u003cQuest Summary\u003e \u003cQuest Completion\u003e - Collaborate with everyone in the vicinity to combat the fire. [?] Quest Rewards granted: 3,700 XP LEVEL UP!! YOU RECEIVED 5 ATTRIBUTE POINTS!! YOU RECEIVED 1 ABILITY POINT!! With Isamu now being at level 16, he spends his Attribute points a bit different this time around. Of course, being a Warrior, two points in Strength is the norm followed by a single point in Endurance. Instead of Speech, however, the cat-folk opted to spend the remaining two points in Willpower since being a \u003cChampion\u003e, an ample rate of Stamina Regeneration is recommended for one to be effective in supporting his allies with buffs in collaboration with his basic attacks. "Now then," Krothu said as he shifts the conversation in a slightly different topic. "Tell me Isamu, for the past month that you have been tending to the fields, what have you learned from your endeavours?" The cat-folk was definitely confused as to why the orc asks a question of such nature. "Why do you ask?" "Just answer me," Krothu said in an instant. "Hmm." Isamu rubs his chin in thinking, trying to find a suitable answer behind Krothu''s query. At the same time, he decided to look at the farmers tending to their own work as they all work together in harmony for honest ventures. The cat-folk then reminisce his times spent with the farmers here at the farmlands. How they were all friendly and welcoming as they don''t hesitate to help one another unconditionally in any situation. He also remembers how hard yet fulfilling farm work is, seeing the fruits of your efforts at the end of the day with smiles and recognition being shown by the farmers. With a proud grin, Isamu gave his answer. "Farming, well, how should I say this¡­ defined the nature of who I really am times of hard work, especially under the heat of the gruelling sun. It taught me to look back, ponder about my personal story and also each of the stories of the farmers whom I have interacted with. Each has its own distinct difference with elements of hard work, challenges, and triumphs that paves the way for others to go after the same noble goal. With these memories together, we are as well helping in influencing others with virtue and kindness." Isamu pauses for a moment as he thought for a bit before uttering his next statement. "Touching the soul and witnessing life growing from it, it''s a humbling sight to witness. During the time I have worked with my fellow farmers, you could say that I somehow grew to love the work, no matter how taxing it is, hehe. As I recognize their invaluable work, I came to appreciate and be grateful for their hard work and the bounties that nature has graciously provided for us all. Despite how time-consuming every task are, it can be fun at times, especially when you share the work with the people who also feel the joy of cultivating good plants as much as enjoying eating good food." The cat-folk sighs as he looks up at the glorious day sky with a sincere smile. "It''s certainly heartwarming to witness that despite all the tiresome work, one can still find joy in the act of generosity despite the farmers'' status in the social hierarchy." "As such." The cat-folk clench his fist with rage at thinking about the fire that transpired a while ago that was caused by a particular thief. "I feel nothing but rage against that thieving bastard who dare tramples the farmers'' hard work just like that, burning the fruits of their honourable labour." With the cat-folk''s anger being felt, the System notifies him with a personal Quest for him to fulfil. \u003cQUEST START!!\u003e \u003cWhen Valor and Shadow collides\u003e [Thievery is an act highly frowned upon by the general public. Although the act itself warrants a fitting punishment as stated in the law, the thief who you have encountered took things to a more chaotic level, burning a field that you came to love and cherish during your one-month period as a farmer. As a result, you decided that if you ever encounter him again, there will be a price to pay for his transgression.] \u003cQuest completion\u003e - Find the thief who caused the fire in the farmlands. \u003cQuest Bonus\u003e - (???) \u003cQuest Rewards\u003e - (???), (???) \u003cACCEPT QUEST?\u003e YES / NO Without any hesitation, Isamu pressed yes as he accepts the Quest, making a vow to himself that he will enact justice to the bastard who is the cause of their current predicament. [+2 GOOD] [+1 ORDER] Upon hearing the young cat-folk''s statement as well as seeing his reaction, Krothu could not help but grin with complete approval at Isamu''s sentiment about the whole matter. "Good, don''t forget the anger boiling within you, serving as your motivation in enacting judgment on every individual who preys on the weak and innocent for their despicable self-interest," Krothu said as he lectures the cat-folk. "But still, let this not blind on you on your true purpose of spreading goodwill and charity at your every wake. Many begin with the same good intentions and motivations like you but only ending up in being the very type of individual that they detest the most in the conquest for their so-called justice." Isamu simply nods in response as he understood the message that was imparted to him by the orc. "And also, I''m glad that you perceived your work here at the farm in a positive manner. It appears that humility has got you far despite the short term of a month." Krothu smiles with the complete approval for the cat-folk. "Being a \u003cChampion\u003e, you are also required to be a leader of the people, guiding them into the prosperity of a brighter tomorrow. But a good leader starts from the very bottom, humbling and strengthening their will and personality to become one. Good leaders must first become good servants, to mould oneself into someone worthy of being looked up to by the public. After all, If the leader himself understands the plights of his servants, putting himself into their position as he comprehends the hardships and trials that they have faced, then I believed that any task at hand can be achievable with mutual willingness and appreciation to work with one another." Isamu unmistakably was taken aback by the wisdom that was imparted to him. He indeed finds the lesson rather enlightening, as if feeling that he is a new and improved person out of the ordeals that he has experienced for the past one month of his stay here at the farmlands of Chadena. "And with that, I hereby declare that your farming duties are completed," Krothu said with a wide grin as he felt proud of the cat-folk. "Meet me outside the manor tomorrow at 6 am sharp for your training. I expect nothing but only the best from you¡­ \u003cChampion\u003e." "Yes, sir!!!" Isamu saluted with utmost enthusiasm and vigour, his posture straight and unyielding while feeling a whole new level of achievement and happiness that he has not experienced for a very long time ever since he got inducted from the guild. \u003cQUEST COMPLETE!!\u003e \u003cThe toils for harvest''s fruition\u003e \u003cQuest Summary\u003e \u003cQuest Completion\u003e - Work as a farmer at Chadena''s farm. [?] \u003cQuest Bonus\u003e - Perform admirably without any complaints. [?] Quest Rewards granted: \u003c4,400 XP\u003e, Training Regime with Krothu. 74 The trial Six days have passed since the incident of the fire at the farmlands in Chadena, an event is currently happening as a man who is bound with chains in his hands and feet is presented in the center of a huge arena inside the Warrior''s Guild. The man is middle-aged with messy brown hair and a beard that accentuates his intimidating appearance. This time, however, the man himself is humiliated, marveled for all the guild to witnessed. Instead of wearing his armor just like any proud member of the Warrior''s Guild, he was stripped of his belongings, reduced to being dressed in ragged clothing as fit to the disgraceful position he currently finds himself in for the crime that he has committed against the very guild that he has sworn his oath for the protection the common-folk. And his crime? Being the mastermind of the horrendous attempt of stealing a Godly Weaponry that is sacred and beloved by every Warrior of this land. "Valdyr Cuman." The blasphemous name of the traitor was uttered in disdain by none other than Malic himself as he sits at a grand throne located at the lowest level portion of the arena''s balcony. Beside him was Krothu as he stood up with a firm posture and stares at the traitor with the same look of contempt. Malic pauses for a moment then spoke. "You have committed crimes against Chadena and her beloved people, what have you got to say in your defense?" ???What in Agveyr''s name is this nonsense Malic?!!" Valdyr shouted with a tone of defiance, gritting his teeth with pure rage at his state of utter shame. "I know nothing about the crime that you accused against me!! I demand that you release me this instant!!!" "I see," Malic spoke with a heavy heart, his face saddened by the events that are unfolding. "If only that were the case old friend, but the truth says so otherwise. And also, I believe that is not the only crime that you have committed though." Malic then conjures various documents from his Inventory, detailing a bunch of numbers and acquisitions of questionable and illegal nature. "For the past three months, I''ve been monitoring your every suspicious movement, especially during your trips outside of the town," Malic said without any hesitation, his eyes filled with resolve as he gazes his former friend that he came to trust like a brother in the past. "And I must say, what I found is absolutely disturbing. The documents and manifests that I''m holding contain questionable business and dealings at the town of Blerton and other places involve child trafficking, smuggling of illegal goods, your ventures at the Black Market, and of course, your dealings with the infamous Guild of Shadows in Blerton. Some of this information was all thanks to the Countess of Blerton herself as she graciously confirmed to me by letter with her seal attached." With the mention of Valdy''s additional crimes, everyone at the guild erupted in whispers, their faces turning into a complete grimace as they set their sights at the man in chains with pure distaste at the vile things that he has shamelessly committed. Valdyr eyes widen for a moment but immediately recovers as he opted to deny the evidence that was used against him. "As I said, I know nothing about the accusations that you stubbornly pin against me!!! Those are simply documents¡­ papers, easy to alter, and forge. Perhaps someone is out there is getting me out of spite!!! Please Malic, you have to see reason!!!" "Reason?" The Guild Master shook his head in disagreement. "I''m afraid that such notions are inconceivable at this point. And also, that''s not the only thing I found. My guest will explain further." "Guest?" The whole guild was filled with confusion at what Malic said. As on cue, a screech of a bird was echoed inside the arena for the whole guild to hear. Searching for the source of the sound, they witness a hawk flying in their vicinity as the animal made its way beside the throne where Malic resides. The eyes of the entire occupants widen with sheer surprise as they saw the hawk suddenly transforming itself in a humanoid figure. To be more specific, a lizardling figure that they all know too well. "Wait, is that?!!" Yes, the figure is no other than- "I present you, Rarsu Khougraox." Malic showcased the Druid with pride as he smiles genuinely upon introducing the newcomer. "Most of you may know him as our gardener at the Boscage as well as the proprietor of the esteemed Magus'' Emporium. Aside from his status that I have mentioned, He''s also an envoy, a representative sent by the Headmaster of the Arkanos University to help us in establishing peace and order as well as solving matters related to magic and the arcane." "I''m not one for such spectacles, but I do love the looks of their flabbergasted faces, hehe." Rarsu grins as he said to Malic, baring his sharp fangs of his racial heritage at seeing the expressions of the whole guild. "Rarsu here has been an integral part of my investigation about you, Valdyr." Malic crosses his arms from his throne with a grimace. He then looks at the lizardling as he instructs him. "Kindly explain it to them." "Very well." Rarsu nods, agreeing with Malic''s request as he faces the crowd. "I''m sure all of you already know, but my magic also revolves around animal transformations and some of them are quite useful in remaining inconspicuous. As a result, Malic over here asked me of a favor three months ago to spy on Valdyr whenever he suspected that something amiss is involved. By transforming myself into a bird or rat, I was able to effectively monitor his every movement, from his dealings in Blerton to his unusual skulduggery unbecoming of a Warrior of his caliber." "You lie!!!" Valdyr gritted his teeth in anger at the Druid''s remarks. He then looks at Malic with an expression of the plea as he desperately attempts to convince him. "Malic, don''t tell me you are going to believe the vile words of a scheming Mage rather than your fellow Warrior?!!" With Valdyr''s bias t remarks about Rarsu''s class, an expression of utter killer intent suddenly radiates around Malic as he directs most of it to Valdyr''s direction. As a result, Valdyr was unable to breathe properly, suffocating under the intense pressure that was given to him by the Guild Master, a Warrior renowned for his indomitable strength and will all over the corners of Whitemoor. Even most of the guild members who are watching the development were not spared by Malic''s anger, a legendary prowess that has broken the many wills of his adversaries who dare threatens him and his friends. Realizing that his actions are slightly affecting the others, Malic quickly calmed himself down as he took a deep breath. But does not mean that his anger against Valdyr was dissipated as he continues to look at the traitor with scorn. "A Mage he may be," Malic said in his defense for his lizardling friend. "But he has proven time and time again of his undying trustworthiness and loyalty in making Chadena a better place, the home that we come and love. As a matter of fact Valdyr, I''ve known Rogues and Assassins who possess far greater honor and courage than what you have right now." Malic then stood up from his throne as he made a sweeping motion of his arms into the air, a sign of a gesture in imposing judgment. "Valdyr Cuman, by my authority as Guild Master of the Warrior''s Guild, I hereby strip you of your membership and sentence you to life imprisonment. May those above judge you for your crimes and those below condemn you for your wickedness." As per Malic''s judgment, the guards below approached Valdyr and dragged him going to the dungeons for him to rot. "You will regret this Malic." Valdyr''s enraged look resonates as he pushes every ounce of the negative emotion to the Guild Master above him. He was then tightly dragged by the guards that were assigned to take him away for his insolence. "Every single one of you shall regret it, and when the day comes, your lifeless bodies shall be a grandeur sight for all to marvel." After the ex-senior member''s last dark words, he was finally out of sight and being brought to the dungeon for him to rot in the remaining days of his life. Malic could not help but sigh in exhaustion at the ordeal of being the adjudicator of this issue as per his duties and responsibilities as the Guild Master in imposing justice within the Warrior ranks. *** "That''s one heck of an ordeal I suppose." If the Master is around, then there''s a high chance that the apprentice is also present in whatever business that the former conducts. As such, Gray Allister together with Selena was also within the crowd as they too took their respective seats in the balcony and witness the whole proceedings. Beside the pair on Gray''s left was Isamu as he was eating a loaf of bread while watching together with them. The cat-folk as well was granted the holiday since his trainer, Krothu is busy as well with Malic in handling the delicate affairs of the Guild in implementing the judgment. "You got that right." Isamu nods in response as he took a gulp of a good portion of the bread that he ate. "I''m relieved that justice was served today and the farmers can now rest easy at knowing that the issue is finally resolved." Gray simply nods in agreement as he smiles in response. He then makes an additional comment about the matter as he could not help but be impressed and at awe. "Your Guild Master sure is awesome, Isamu. I can''t believe that a mere look alone can bring people at his mercy just like that." "He sure is." Isamu smiled with utmost pride at the leader of his guild. "Someday, I''m going to achieve that level of strength and train as hard as I can." "Speaking of training, I heard from some of the townsfolk that an orc is seen at the farmlands outside of town training a young cat-folk. I believe that''s you, right?" Gray asks the cat-folk with curiosity. "Correct." Isamu''s grin reached his eyes as he fails to contain the enthusiasm that he is feeling right now. "After I successfully completed my farming duties, I was granted training by Sir Krothu himself." "Neat." Gray was indeed happy for the cat-folk. "So, how goes the training then?" "I''ll be honest, it''s extremely tough." Isamu scratched the fur of his head with a sheepish grin. "With all the physical conditioning and exercises, I sincerely thought that I''m going to pass out at any moment during those times. Not to mention, Sir Krothu is a rather strict mentor who oversees my training regime at every hour of the day. Still, I''m only thankful for his efforts as I can feel growing stronger with each passing day. How about you Gray? How goes your training with Rarsu?" Upon mentioning the word "training" and "Rarsu" together in a single sentence, both Gray and Selena''s faces suddenly paled in unison as they comically flinched in response. The first day of training was alright for them, thinking that subsequent days will be just as easy. Oh, how wrong they truly were. The soul-siblings'' expression was not gone unnoticed by the cat-folk as he merely chuckled at their funny reaction. "It''s that harsh, huh." The cat-folk only receives two silent nods in acknowledgment. "Alright, I won''t pry then." Indeed, the two apprentices were extremely relieved for today since it''s their own little holiday of some sort before being sent back to the basement for another day of regimented magical training that hone their mental capabilities to its utmost limits. 75 Conclusion of Apprenticeship Three months¡­ Three months of utter mental stress and pressure that exceeds far than what anyone of low level is capable of in the dealings of the mind, honing one''s intellectual capacity and pushing it to the brink of its limit and potential. The strains of the gruelling magic exercises, the intricacies of Alchemy, the exertions of the Enchanting ritual, the complexity of Magic Circles, and of course, the demanding convulsions of the Sentmaturgy profession. Let''s also not forget the arduous learning process involving the Elven language of Elharis. But for Gray Allister and Selena Allister, those three months are no doubt the best things so far that has ever happened to them despite the relentless challenges and trials that they managed to overcome, showcasing an indomitable will of the mind only matched by a few. In those three months, the two have grown significantly by leaps and bounds as they unquestionably become even more powerful than they initially are before, as depicted in their status. Gray Allister Level 21: \u003cArcanist\u003e Health: 1,724 / 1,724 Stamina: 1,021 / 1,021 Mana: 3,812 / 3, 812 Selena Allister Level 20: \u003cArcane Sentinel\u003e Health: 1,913 / 1,913 Mana: 3,551 / 3,551 The reason for their level growth is because of the training experience that both of them received every day. Some days granted a lesser amount of XP points while other days awarded larger amounts, depending on the degree of the training that they have done on that particular day. Gray knew that with his \u003cArcane Physique\u003e, he also needs to be quick on his feet and somewhat resilient in combat if he''ll be forced in melee or if the enemy somehow has taken his magic away from him. As such, he spent his remaining reserved points evenly on Dexterity and Endurance to bring his role as a hybrid of Warrior and Mage into the light. The other attributes will be compensated by the equipment that he may encounter in the future like the \u003cPeacekeeper''s Tunic\u003e. The two sibling''s lessons have progressed quite well in their part as they perform exceptionally well in every department. In Sentmaturgy however, Gray is having some slight difficulty since it''s not exactly his forte and cup of tea. Still, the boy has a good knowledge of the basics and is still capable of it. But for Selena, it''s relatively easy for her. Being a Sentinel, she was absolved of all mortal limitations and fatigue, thus being able to perform exceptionally well during that particular lesson. The same applies to Alchemy, but Gray is also performing remarkably well on that profession as well as Enchanting and the drawing of Magic Circles. The month of Ending''s Cry approaches the end of the soul-siblings'' apprenticeship under Rarsu Khougraox as the lizardling could not help but stare at his two apprentices with both pride and joy, emotions of fulfilment that any master would feel at this very moment of the day. And speaking of this day, it''s indeed a special day for the two apprentices, marking their last day as mage apprentices and the real beginning of their journey as they partake their own paths to transverse. "Gray Allister, Selena Allister," Rarsu spoke each of their names as he respectively faces each of them. "I''m not exactly one for giving praises, but I suppose I''ll make this day an exception since the lot of you both deserved it." Gray merely chuckled in response at their Master''s antics, knowing full well that despite his hard scaly exterior, the lizardling is a big softie on the inside. "Let''s get this over with." Rarsu sighed at the elf snickering at him with a smug look on his face. "For three months, the two of you have displayed nothing but efforts that were truly praiseworthy and commendable. In every task and assignment, you have remarkably performed to the best of your abilities despite being constantly under pressure. In the end, the two of you have prevailed, marking the culmination of your endeavours that brought us to this very day." "Thank you, Master." Gray smiled as he and Selena looked at the lizardling with the utmost appreciation. "It''s indeed a great honour for us to be under your tutelage for the past three months." "Heh, don''t get too cheeky on me brat," Rarsu smirks teasingly at the elf but appreciate the words nonetheless. "Anyways since this is your last day, I believe it''s time to say good riddance to that seal of yours and see how far you truly come in your magic control." "Finally!!" Gray could not help but be ecstatic at the prospect of finally being rid of that troublesome seal that has been causing him difficulties for the duration of his apprenticeship. Selena was also feeling the same way as her soul-brother. Ever since she too was formally inducted in Rarsu''s magic training program, she was as well given the same treatment as Gray with no exceptions, thus also being subjected to the debilitating effects of the curse on the second day. And yes, apparently seals fully work on Sentinels like her. "I believe that the two of you now have achieved an exceptional amount of control in your magic overall." The lizardling said as he instructed something to them. "First, try to cast that \u003cArcane Bolt\u003e of yours as powerful as you can focus on one of the dummies." "Right." Gray nodded as he and Selena prepared the most basic spell of their arsenal at their respective targets. Despite the seal''s debilitating curse, both of them managed to cast the attack normally, as a result of their training and being continuously used to the adverse effects for the past three months. The spell is not bad per se, merely showcasing what a normal spell would be of an average Mage. "Tsk." Gray clicked his tongue in annoyance at how underwhelming for him the effects of his attack are. "I guess that''s the limit of what we can do under this fucking ass of a curse." Rarsu simply nodded as he gestured for both of them to approach him. ???Don''t be frustrated." The Druid consoled his two young apprentices. "Now, I''m sure both of you are thrilled at finally being rid of the seal. I''m going to undo the seal, so hold still." The two complied in an instant as the lizardling touch their respective chests where he put the seal to them. With a deep focus of his magic, Rarsu was able to undo the effects, finally lifting the curse away from them. In a short while, Gray and Selena felt as if a heavy burden departed from their own bodies, the feeling of pressure and stress are all gone for good as it was replaced with a state of utter tranquillity. Indeed, both of them could not help but rejoice at this serene feeling that they have not experienced for a significantly long period. "Now, listen to me," Rarsu called Gray and Selena''s attention, causing the two to snap out from their extreme feeling of repose. "With the seal now removed from your bodies, I want the both of you to cast your most powerful \u003cArcane bolt\u003e again at the dummies over there." "Are you sure, Master?" Gray smirks as he could feel an overwhelming amount of power coursing within him as a violet aura surrounds him with his eyes glowing the same colour. "We don''t want your precious basement ending up in rubbles after all." [+2 CHAOS] Selena definitely felt the same way as her soul-brother, an aura of pure power also radiating within her as she could not help but bask this new-found addicting feeling of magical sensation. "Heh, don''t get cocky little brats." Rarsu smirks defiantly in response to their mischievous nature "The surrounding vicinity and equipment is protected by powerful magical barriers that I have prepared for this very moment. Meaning, you may let loose with those spells of yours as you please." "Good to know," Gray responded, cracking his knuckles as he and Selena channelled their now unrestrained Mana to cast the spell. With no curse limiting their magical prowess, the \u003cArcane bolt\u003e was conjured more easily from their hands, sending the volatile blast of magical energy into the dummies. The bolt of energy if one describes it physically is still essentially the same, everything from the size to its overall appearance. But the soul-siblings knew better¡­ Gray and Selena unquestionably felt the extremely intense power of the spell the moment when they conjured it from their hands, brimming with even more power than they have ever imagined. As a result, when the bolt landed at the dummies, a massive explosion of utter destruction has occurred in front of them, eradicating the whole dummies. Thankfully, Rarsu was able to contain the explosion with a wall of rock that he summoned in an instant, blocking the three of them from the impact. As the dust cleared and settled, the dummies are nowhere to be found. All of them knew that the dummies possessed incredible regenerative characteristics to accommodate the practice of projectile spells consistently. So you could imagine how Gray and Selena are feeling right now when the dummies are not even reforming back to their original state. "C-crap." Gray chuckled sheepishly while scratching the back of his head embarrassingly. "I guess we overdid it, huh." With his new-found capabilities, the System notifies him of a new skill for him to utilize. Skill Unlocked: \u003cAmplified Magic\u003e \u003cAmplified Magic\u003e (Passive) ¨C Due to your concentrated magical training under the constant effects of the \u003cSeal of Debilitation\u003e, you have honed your exceptional magical prowess that most Mages of your level had yet to achieve. As a result, certain (not all) spell effects are amplified by 300% at a maximum at the cost of twice the Mana. Additionally, you may control its magnitude to a refined extent, making the spell weaker or stronger as you see fit. \u003cArcane Bolt\u003e (Active) (Lvl 3, 100%) - Launches a blast of violent energy, dealing 961 damage to enemies within the area of impact. Mana Cost: 415. Charges: 3. CD of each charge: 6 seconds. ''Woah.'' Gray thought with sheer wonder at the new benefits that he has attained. Not to mention, his \u003cArcane Bolt seemed to have improved significantly with slight changes. Instead of being a single target spell, it''s now evolved, being an area of effect instead. The elf could only deduce that this must be from his training that pushed him to the very limits of the mind. Unfortunately, Gray was also aware that his skills are capped at level 3 for now upon seeing its level, with his user level being in the twenties. If he wants his skills to improved even further, then he must raise his user level of 21 as well. Anyways, Gray decided that he''ll think more of this matter shortly since he still is in a conversation with his Master. "Yes." Rarsu merely shook his head with a calm look. "I expect nothing less from both of you. Your spells certainly are more potent than ever before that even the magic dummies weren''t able to keep up with their regenerative abilities. Well done indeed, you two." Gray smiled honestly on behalf of himself and Selena as they nodded in deep appreciation for the things that the Druid has done and provided generously for the both of them in the past three months. "Now that everything is said and done, I believed that this marks the conclusion of your apprenticeship." Rarsu declared while crossing his arms. "I suppose congratulations are in order then. From this day onward, you are no longer apprentices. Both of you are free to partake in any path you desire, outside the boundaries of the prophecy, of course. As your Master, I''m truly proud of you two." Gray solely smiled sincerely once more in response to the praises as he bowed down genuinely with the utmost respect and gratitude at his Master. Selena, however, opted to expressed her gratitude differently as she suddenly approaches Rarsu rather closely. "Uh¡­ what are you doing girl?" Rarsu questioned as he stared at the Sentinel child who is gazing at him intently. Without warning, Selena quickly hugged him at Rarsu''s waist level as her eyes gleamed with utmost appreciation while raising her head adorably to meet him face to face. ''C-cute!!!'' Gray and heck, even Rarsu could not help but feel themselves all warm and fuzzy in the inside by the adorable act that the girl is displaying to them. Then, a fun idea instantly entered the elf''s mind as a wide grin assumes his youthful face. "Hehe, I believe that this calls for a group hug!!!" Gray suddenly joins the heartwarming scene as he dashes at their direction and engulfs both Rarsu and Selena with a massive hug of his own. "Thank you for everything, Master!!!" [+5 GOOD] "*Hiss!!*, get off me boy, I don''t partake this activity of ''group hug'' that you speak of!!" Despite the context of his words, Rarsu is seen to be blushing in embarrassment as he made no attempts in struggling himself out of the two soul-siblings'' embrace that defined profound gratefulness for the ones that they truly care about. ''Tsk, perhaps I''ll make this day an exception.'' Rarsu thought as he patted the heads of his two apprentices with two hands respectively while smiling genuinely with his eyes closed. - The end of the Paragon Gray and Selena''s apprenticeship under Master Druid Rarsu Khougraox, 17th Day of Ending''s Cry, 1457. 76 Meeting in person With Gray and Selena''s magic tutelage finally over, both of them decided to celebrate today by leisurely walking around the town of Chadena after some rest and perhaps indulge themselves at the Fighter''s Retreat for some good time later. Of course, Gray invited Rarsu to join them as well but the lizardling said that he is unfortunately busy and has some personal business to attend to that requires attention. As such, both soul-siblings marveled at the sights of Chadena, more specifically, at the Commerce district where they set their gazes all over the various merchants chattering in the marketplace making their trade around. "Finally, found you both." Both siblings heard a familiar tiger-like voice from behind as they turned around to see that it''s no other than Isamu Meiyo himself with his usual snack of bread at his right hand greeting them with a friendly grin. "Hey, Isamu!" Gray smirked in a welcoming manner while Selena merely bowed her head briefly to acknowledge the cat-folk''s presence. "What brings you to the marketplace? I thought you are training with your orc mentor Krothu at this time of the day?" With the cat-folk making himself known, the elf and sentinel saw his status being revealed. Isamu Meiyo Lvl 20: \u003cChampion\u003e Health: 3,221 / 3,221 Stamina: 1,526 / 1,526 Mana: 350 / 350 Indeed, Isamu as well has gone far in terms of his own power, achieving quite a feat that most Warriors of his level had yet to attain, something that he is definitely proud of, especially from the hardships that he has faced for the three months in the farmlands; a month working as a farmer and two months under the personal instruction of Krothu. "In normal days, yes." Isamu nodded as his grin turned wider which bared his fangs for the siblings to witness. "Fortunately, I can put my training days behind the past now since I completed Sir Krothu''s hellish regime just yesterday." "Nice." Gray smiled at Isamu while Selena gave a silent thumbs up in response as both of them felt happy for their cat-folk friend. "As a matter of fact, Selena and I also completed our apprenticeship just around three hours ago. We are heading to the Fighter''s Retreat at this very moment to celebrate. Say, care to join us?" "As much as I would love to revel myself again in the drunken glories of ale and mead, I''m afraid I''m going to have to say no this time." Isamu shook his head with a sad look. "I was instructed by Sir Krothu to head over to the Warrior''s Guild and meet up with Lady Shael at the reception area. Additionally, I was also instructed that I bring you two with me." "Us?" Gray could not help but wonder what would a guild composing of Warriors would want with a Mage like him. "What does the guild of Warriors want with magic users like us?" "I don''t know." Isamu shrugged his shoulders in response. "I''m also at the side of uncertainty, my friend. Lady Shael will reveal all the details once we report to her." "Very well." Gray nods in compliance. "I guess alcohol and music can wait later." With that, the three of them proceeded to the Warrior''s Guild as they maneuver around the districts of the town with complete ease. Being the apprentice of Rarsu Khougraox, there are times when he and Selena are also being sent outside of the emporium for some errands around the town involving magical in nature. As a result, the way and direction of the various districts of the town were engraved into the siblings'' minds as they consider the place their home. In a few minutes, the trio arrived at the Warrior''s Guild as they step foot inside and made their way to the reception area where Shael is waiting for them. In contrast with their expectations though, the elven woman is not alone as she was seen chatting merrily with a man with her youthful face all blooming and smiles. The man that she is in contact with is no other than- "Guild Master, sir." Isamu bowed his head down respectfully to acknowledge the esteemed leader of the guild right in front of him. "I''m a bit surprised that you are here." "What? Can''t a man have a nice little rendezvous with his own wife?" Malic simply looked at the cat-folk with a serious look in response. "I meant no disrespect, Guild Master," Isamu said nervously. "Relax, I only jest, lad." Malic chuckled playfully in assurance. He then looked at the cat-folk''s status bar and nodded approvingly at what he saw. "It appears that the months that you have spent together with Krothu has provided you with wonders. Excellent work indeed." "Your words do me honor, Guild Master." Isamu instantly shifted his manner of expression as he bowed his head down once more by the praise that was given to him. "And you." Malic this time turned his full attention at Gray, his blue eyes wandering all over the elf as he stared him meticulously with utmost interest. "Uh¡­ yes?" Gray was slightly unnerved by the scrupulous look of the Guild Master as the elf could not help but be slightly nervous by the older Warrior''s powerful presence. It''s as if the older man''s gaze pierced right into the elf''s very soul as the former analyzes the latter''s every being. After a short while, Malic seemed to be satisfied with his action as then assumed a welcoming smile and offered a hand to Gray. "I believe that we haven''t met in person," Malic said. "I''m sure that you already know of me but for formalities'' sake, allow me to introduce myself nonetheless. My name is Malic Logharster, the 34th Guild Master of Chadena''s Warriors Guild. It''s a privilege to finally meet you personally." At that moment, Gray wonders why a person of such high renown is acting all too respectful to him. But then he realizes that the Guild Master also knew of his status as a Paragon and thus, answered his self-inquiries. Gray returned the gesture with a smile of his own as he accepted the handshake, feeling the firmness of the older Warrior''s grip. "My name is Gray Allister, your average Mage, I guess." "Average?" Malic could not help but chuckle at the word uttered by the elf. "Such an understatement on your part don''t you think? After all, not every Mage gets the opportunity to be an apprentice under the Master Druid Rarsu Khougraox. And of course, your other esteemed title as well." "Right, hehe." Gray laughed sheepishly while scratching the back of his head. "Also, this is a Sentinel, correct? Selena was it?" This time, Malic faced Selena as he stared at the girl with slight astonishment. The reason why he knows about her and by extension, Gray, is that Rarsu told him beforehand. "Rarsu sure is capable of such wonders. To think that he was able to create a Sentinel under the perfect guise of a human child. That lizardling no doubt is a master of his craft." Selena, as always, merely eyed the Guild Master with a stoic look, her physical expression seemingly appeared without any traces of emotion. "Oh my." Shael for the first time in the conversation made herself known as she went out of her reception desk and approaches Selena with an intrigued look. "She''s a Sentinel? This adorable little girl?" The men all nodded in agreement at the elven woman''s inquiries. "She''s so cute!!" Without any warning, Shael instantly engulfed Selena in a hug as Gray and Isamu sweatdropped at the receptionist''s actions. Selena in her part was definitely annoyed by the elven woman''s closeness to her as she attempts to push Shael away from her grasp that''s too close to the Sentinel''s unliking. Unfortunately for Selena, she failed in her attempts as Shael proved to be superior in Strength as per her Warrior class of \u003cValkyrie\u003e. Malic simply shook his head at his wife''s silly antics and told her calmly. "My dear, you are choking the poor girl to death. Please release her." "Oh." Shael realized her rather outgoing actions as she saw Selena being mortified by her bear-like hug. The elven woman then released the Sentinel girl, now feeling embarrassed at what she has displayed as unbecoming of her as a professional receptionist of the Warrior''s Guild. Selena instantly retreats as he went to Gray''s back, clutching the back of his robes while peeping at Shael with a pout on her face. "S-selena, I''m sorry." Shael tried to console with the child but fails in her attempt as Selena was having none of that and hid herself entirely behind Gray''s back. "Haha, don''t worry about it." Gray grinned as he assured his fellow elf who is now seen to be comically petrified. "She''s just really shy around strangers and was shocked by your sudden actions. Give it some time and she''ll warm up eventually." Gray''s words indeed caused Shael''s spirit to liven up once more as the woman nodded happily in response. "Alright, if we are done with the pleasantries, let''s get down to business." Malic emphasizes his profound presence with a deep and serious voice. "The reason why I called you three here is because I need you to fulfill a certain contract." 77 Part II of a ques "A task, sir?" It was Isamu who questioned Malic as he eyed the Guild Master with utmost curiosity on what their job is going to be. "Yes." Malic nodded in response as he looked at the trio of Warrior, Mage, and Sentinel. "One of our scouts have confirmed that bandits have set up a basement southwest from here at the town hidden in a cave within the Chadena Woods." "Bandits." Isamu gritted his teeth in slight anger about the brigands who prey on the innocent and defenseless for their wicked self-interests. "Those damn scourge of the outskirts. The roads are never truly safe for the civilians with those bastards freely roaming around the countryside. It appears that their numbers have never dwindled despite the guild constantly hunting them, not even a bit." "Bandits huh," Gray commented while rubbing his chin with a scowl. "Hopefully they are not planning something sinister again. When Isamu and I last encountered their kind three months ago, they were planning to attack the village of Oakwood. Thankfully, we were able to put a stop to it." "Yes, I heard about that noble action of yours from Isamu. A splendid job for that by the way." Malic nodded approvingly in response and went back to the main point of the topic. "Although their intentions are quite straightforward most of the time, I still can''t help but dread about it since bandits are also capable to be quite cunning and organized under an effective leader with plots that are nothing but nefarious." "Right, sir." Isamu agreed with the older Warrior. "So, what do you want us to do about it?" "I need you three to go to their cave, eliminate them, and if possible, find out what they''re up to." Malic said as he gave the objectives that they need to fulfill in their task. "Eliminate, sir?" Isamu frowned a bit at the second condition of the mission that was mentioned by the Guild Master. "I don''t mind some spy work every now and then since as a cat-folk, I''m rather capable in the sneaky arts but eliminating what I presumed to be a vast number of those outlaws? Not that I''m a coward or anything sir, but I''m just being cautious." Gray as well shared the same sentiment with his cat-folk friend as he nodded alongside with him while Selena opted to remained still as she merely listened to the proceedings. "I understand your hesitance, and yes, they hold a notable amount of number, ranging around from around twenty more or less as per the scout''s reports in his infiltration inside," Malic replied with a serious look. "If that''s the case sir, shouldn''t a small militia of guards or guild warriors would suffice in this operation?" Isamu asked. "Yes." The Guild Master nodded in agreement with the cat-folk''s inquiries. "I initially thought of your statement and was about to send a small group to deal with them. But then I heard from your masters that your training has come to an end and opted to send you three instead. Besides, there''s little to worry about since the bandits'' levels and strength are left to be desired as what our scout reported, them being at levels 17 to 19." Malic paused for a moment as he added. "With your new abilities, even the three of you are more than enough against bandits of such tier. Additionally, I''m sure all of you are dying to know the true extent of your capabilities that were earned by hard work and sheer effort for the past three months. After all, experience is the greatest teacher in the end and by applying the things that you have learned during training, that is where one can truly improve in his or her undertakings." "Well, I can''t deny that I''m indeed anxious in testing out my new spells against some bandits, hehe." Gray said with Isamu and Selena nodded alongside him as they both shared the same feeling with the elf. "A question before we make our decision, if this is a job for guild members, why do you need us non-members and most particularly, magic users such us ourselves in this task of yours?" "It was Rarsu who suggested it to me of course," Malic smirked in response. "With your apprenticeship finally over, he deemed that real battles are a good experience for improving yourself even further instead of being secluded in those books and tomes of yours. Complete this task and a hefty reward will be waiting for you three." \u003cQUEST START!!\u003e\u003cAt the heart of Banditry II\u003e[Bandits are terrorizing the lands yet again and it is up to you and your two companions to put an end to their menace once more, this time with a more direct approach.]\u003cQuest Completion\u003e - Complete Malic''s task.\u003cQuest Bonus\u003e - (???)\u003cQuest Rewards\u003e - (???), (???)\u003cACCEPT QUEST?\u003e YES / NO Gray, Isamu, and Selena first looked with one another as they contemplated on their decision regarding the matter of the quest. After a short while, the trio nodded as they simultaneously accepted the quest by clicking yes. "Alright, we accept." Gray spoke on his companions'' behalf as he finally agreed with Malic''s task. "A decision you won''t regret." Malic nodded with utmost approval at the trio''s choice. "Anyways, as much as I would love to dally further here in the reception halls with my beloved wife, I still have my duties and responsibilities as the Guild Master. Shael here will provide you all with more details about the mission." After bidding his farewell to the trio, Malic took his leave as he went upstairs going back to his office for the performance of his daily work. And with everything said and done, Gray and his two companions were then briefed by the elven receptionist about the things to be expected for their bandit hunting outside of town. *** Reaching to the outskirts of Chadena, the now formed party of duo are witnessed to be walking alongside with each other as they continue their trek into the cave''s location that was marked in the map by Shael herself. Being a Sentinel, Selena was bounded to Gray as her master technically and as such, the System considered the soul-siblings as one entity in the party, like a relationship of master and pet of some sort in most RPGs. As a result, the girl was not counted in the party member limit but nevertheless will retain the benefits of being at a party if Gray is in one. Meaning, it does not really matter in the end. As a matter of fact, this only served to benefit them as they could technically have eight members overall if every member of the party of four each has their own pet. Of course, Gray never treated Selena as a pet since the girl is his soul-sister and their time spent with one another for the last three months has only served to strengthen their sibling bond even further. But still, Selena could not help but be utterly annoyed at the prospect of the System not considering her as a genuine mortal-being despite possessing the soul of one. While cruising through the outskirts, Gray decided to have some chat with Isamu to kill some time. "The Guild Master sure is a nice guy," Gray said as he made conversation with Isamu. "He seemed to possess good faith on us three in handling this mission." "That''s the Guild Master alright." Isamu smiled in response as he thought about Malic. "If he''s that confident that we''ll succeed, then the end result will definitely be it. The old warrior''s judgment is always spot-on, that I can assure you." "If you say so." The elf simply responded as he ended the conversation, with them now in front of the entrance of the Chadena Woods. He then questioned the cat-folk as he assumed a serious expression. "Any sign of people moving around? I don''t want those crooks ambushing us from the bushes and trees." "None so far." Isamu shook his head after using his tiger-like senses to detect potential bandits that are in the hiding. "But that may change once we delve deeper in the forest. Keep your wits about." Gray and Selena nodded in response as the three of them prepared to enter the woods with caution, being alert at all times. Gray volunteered to be the navigator of the party as he opened his Map in his UI and guided his fellow party members to the marker that was provided to them. Thankfully, Isamu''s racial ability of \u003cSharp senses\u003e is incredibly useful in these kinds of situations where they are currently in unknown enemy territory. The Chadena woods hummed an ancient vibe that resonates all around the surrounding area in its portentous grandeur. The forest is quite dense, with trees and other flora close with one another and is indeed a perfect hideout for bandits and rogues alike. The trio upon delving even deeper inside the forest area could also hear the flowing of the cool river nearby, the water source most likely used by the bandits in sustaining themselves with their thirst. The wildlife that they confront mostly retreat back to their secluded homes, in fear of being hunted like the prey they are for their meat and skin. After around twenty minutes of hiking, Isamu gestured his two companions to stop on their tracks he raised his hand with a grim look gracing on his face. Gray realized the cat-folk''s intent as he saw that they are now close in their designated location. No words needed to state the obvious, the trio begun their walk but this time with silence as to not alert the bandits who are most probably nearby. Indeed, Isamu could now detect a distinct scent and movement of people the more they made their approach. In a short moment, the three found themselves hiding in a bush from a significant distance as they observed two armed bandits, a human and a lizardling, both clad in a set of chainmail armor performing their lookout duties at the entrance of the cave. Unlike the bandits that they encountered last time three months ago, these two took their jobs seriously as they are on constant alert with their weapons sheathed and ready to strike whoever dare to blatantly wage battle against them. Gray inspected their status bar and found out that their stats are true as what Malic said to them during the mission brief. Bandit WarriorLevel 17Health: 1,958 / 1,958Stamina: 951 / 951Mana: 310 / 310___ Bandit WarriorLevel 18Health: 2,003 / 2,003Stamina: 1,121 / 1,121Mana: 330 / 330 "So, what''s the plan?" Isamu whispered to Gray and Selena. "We could go with the old fashioned way and ram their skulls with both blade and spell. Of course, I wouldn''t recommend it as one of them may run off quickly to warn the others inside." A sinister smile instantly assumed on Gray''s face as he told the cat-folk of his intent, his eyes glowing with Arcane magic as he directed his hand pointing at the lizardling bandit in preparation for his next course of action. Selena seemed to have realized what her brother is up to as she eyed him with a knowing look. "Leave it to me." Gray merely answered Isamu as he excitedly unleashes a brand new spell from his growing magic arsenal. "I call this one¡­ \u003cMana Slave\u003e." 78 Mana Slave "What the hell has gotten into you?" One of the bandit lookouts of the cave, the human, eyed his fellow bandit companion with puzzlement who is seen to be clutching his head with both hands in deep pain. "I, I don''t know!" The lizardling bandit said loudly in panic as he went down to his knees and struggled to fight the feeling of utter agony that he is currently experiencing at this very moment, dropping his sword as a result. Unfortunately for the lizardling, his efforts of willpower were a failure as something diabolic in nature entered his weak-willed mind, a dark sinister whisper of some sort, compelling him to perform an act of abysmal character. The human could not help but feel something is rather off in his lizardling companion as the latter stood up from his spot and slowly faced the former with his head bowed down in an ominous stance. "Alright, now you''re just creeping the fuck out of me." The human bandit assumed a nervous sweat on his face as back off a bit by one step. ''Kill him.'' The voice commands the lizardling inside his head. In a sudden and quick motion, the lizardling conjured a dagger from his Inventory and tackled the human, sending both of them down to the ground. With the lizardling on top, the human witnessed in unadulterated fear at seeing his companion''s eyes glowing eerily with the color violet, filled with an ominous cold demeanor that radiates terror into the victim. ''Silent him.'' Were the voice''s additional order to the lizardling. Before the human was able to scream for help inside the cave, he was instantly shut off as the lizardling covered the human''s mouth with his left hand. Of course, the human attempted to overpower the lizardling with his strength but the latter proved to be stronger and quicker in his efforts as the dagger on his right hand was instantly utilized in slicing the former''s throat, weakening the human in the process. The human bandit''s cry of desperation and pain was muffled under the lizardling''s hand covering his mouth as he felt himself being incapacitated with his health points dropping rapidly. Each swift brutal succession of the dagger''s blade sank into his neck repeatedly without any shred of mercy. After the despicable act, the lizardling, with bloodstains all over his face, stood up as he stared with no traces of emotion at the now lifeless body of his former bandit companion with a bloody laceration on his neck. The dead body eventually shattered into pixelated pieces and reformed into the crystal corpse. ''Excellent work, slave.'' The voice inside his head commended him. ''Now, do us a favor and kill yourself please.'' Adhering the mental instructions of his new master, the lizardling without any traces of doubt, stab his own throat repeatedly with the same dagger that he used in murdering his fellow bandit, ending his own life just like that and succumbing to the same fate. *** Isamu definitely was stunned after witnessing the bloody horror being played in front of their very eyes. "D-damn." The cat-folk stuttered on his tone as he eyed Gray approvingly look at how he efficiently handled the affairs with quick precision. "That''s one heck of a spell. Remind me not to piss you off, hehe." "Neh, I''ll only use it to the ones who truly deserved it." The elf assured him with a smile. "Still, I''m glad that I managed to cast the spell successfully for the first time in being unrestricted without the seal. \u003cMana Slave\u003e sure is an extremely useful spell indeed." Gray felt pride as he read the spell''s description in his Skill UI. \u003cMana Slave\u003e (Elharis Translation: Servus Mana) (Active) (Lvl 2, 79%) - The Arcanist forcibly assumes control over a single creature, diluting his or her consciousness to turn him or her into an emotionless slave unless the victim passed a Willpower check. If the target resists, it is instead momentarily dazed off by the sudden influx of magic invading the mind, stunning for 4 seconds. Slaves can be issued commands via telepathy. Only creatures ranging at levels greater or lower than the caster by five can be controlled and certain creatures are immune. Slavery lasts indefinitely or until the caster dispels it willingly but its magnitude degrade with each passing second, thus allowing the victim a higher chance to break off from its control depending on their Willpower. Mana cost: 994 CD: 3 minutes. As per the skill description, the reason why Gray opted to order bandit under his control to kill himself is that he does not want to risk the bandit breaking from his grasp, and keeping him alive held no merit. The resulting actions also allowed Gray to attain some XP points out of this, since the bandit was under Gray''s control when he made the kill, thus benefiting Gray in the end. Isamu and Selena attained the said XP as well, since the former is in the party, thus sharing the same benefits while the latter is Gray''s Sentinel. Overall, they received a total amount of 190 XP, 100 from the higher level bandit, and 90 from the lower level one. Anyways, the trio decided not to waste their time any further outside as they approached the crystals to loot the bandits'' remains. Additionally, Gray used \u003cGrave Robber\u003e on the two corpses to recover some Mana before eventually disposing of them. After waiting for Gray''s \u003cMana Slave\u003e spell to be off cooldown, they proceeded to enter the cave quietly with utmost caution. *** After passing inside through the narrow passage from the entrance, the trio now found themselves at a part of a huge clearing of the cave where multiple torches are fitted to torch stands to provide sufficient light all over the place. At the center of the clearing, multiple bandits, seven of them specifically, are gathered in a fireplace as they leisurely chat with one another while drinking ale at a small camp that they set up. Speaking of camp, small tents and other canopies are scattered all over the place, where the other group of bandits is seen minding their respective business with some of them sharpening their swords with a whetstone while others are horse-playing around care-freely with high spirits. It was certainly a huge gathering of bandits in one hidden area that''s needed to be taken care of immediately before more of those outlaws gather and muster their strength here for reasons that can''t entirely be good. As Malic briefed them back at the guild, the bandits are quite significant in number, estimated to be around twenty of them as per the trio''s continuous observations of their activities. The trio, standing from a hidden corner, consoled with each other regarding what their next course of action will be. "Hmm, charging in blindly may not be the best course of action in our part." Isamu deduced upon seeing the many bandits. "So, \u003cImpersonation\u003e then?" "You got that right." Gray grinned at the cat-folk in agreement. "There may be a boss also lurking around who''s in command of these bandits. If we don''t deal with him, it may prove troublesome on our part. As such, allow me to impersonate as one of them, scout the entire vicinity, and perhaps, deal with the boss first, assuming that there is one. If shit turns haywire for me, don''t hesitate to charge right in and let loose as you see fit." SPEECH CHECK: 29SPEECH REQUIREMENT: 15PERSUASION SUCCESS!!RECEIVED 50 XP "Heh, we follow your lead, Paragon," Isamu smirked teasingly at the elf while Selena nodded. "Word of advice from a sneaky cat-folk, try not to interact too much with the bandits and make yourself as inconspicuous as possible, keeping a slight distance away from them." "Noted." Gray nodded in agreement as he changed out his robes in favor of equipping the set of chainmail armor and sword from his Inventory, the equipment that he looted from the dead bandits at the entrance earlier. Thankfully, the bandits also possess a headgear of a mail coif from their loot, allowing Gray to cover his elven ears. Although his face is still in the open, as long as he keeps his distance as per Isamu''s suggestion, then he''ll manage. That and the cave is still significantly dark despite the lighting of the torches around, so it''s one of the factors that''ll assist him in this shadowy task. "Be careful, Gray," Isamu told him in concern while Selena looked at him, feeling the same way. "Just shout for us and we''ll come right at these bastards." Gray nodded once again in acknowledgment as he departed from his friends'' company. Walking around the bandit camp, Gray managed to not draw any attention thankfully as the bandits simply ignore him, thinking that he is one of their own as they recognize the armor he worn. The elf calmly toured around the clearing of the cave while maintaining his distance as he strived to find the boss or anything that''ll help him and his companions in completing the task. In short while, he was able to find what he was looking for as he spotted a muscular tall man emerging out from his tent. The man is clad in a black long hooded surcoat with a design of a wolf''s head over his plate armor and an enclosed helmet that served as a protection in his entire face. One may assume that the man is a knight based on his appearance alone but such is not the case this time around. Upon Gray''s investigation, he could see how respectful and fearful at the same time the bandits are whenever the ''knight'' passed and makes his inspection around the camp. Gray then took a closer look at the man, just enough distance behind to see his status bar. Bandit BossLevel 22Health: 3,661 / 3,661Stamina: 1,325 / 1,325Mana: 380 / 380 ''Huh, I bet the bastard must have looted the armor from a real knight.'' Gray thought with a frown at seeing the Bandit Boss'' grand equipment. ''Also, his stats are actually pretty good. Hopefully the same can''t be said about his Willpower at what I''m going to do next to him.'' Directing his magic, \u003cMana Slave\u003e was cast once more but this time at the Bandit Boss, causing the armored man to be down on his knees while screaming as he tried to remove his helmet to ease the pain in his head. The bandits around the proximity all eyed at their boss with concern as most of them approached him to assess his concerning condition. "Hey boss, you alright!?" One of the bandits who have gathered near their boss voiced out hesitantly as he approached him. Then, the pain stopped as the Bandit Boss kneeled still. ''Kill them.'' Gray mentally commanded the Bandit Boss mercilessly. [+3 CHAOS] Without any warning whatsoever, the Bandit Boss took out a bardiche from his Inventory and quickly delivered a wide circular slash in his surrounding area, dealing massive amounts of physical damage as the polearm cleaved directly at the unfortunate bandits who were caught in the arc. Fortunately but not for long, the bandits survived but are now in a critical condition as they were injured on the ground. Horror suddenly engulfed them all as they witnessed their leader with a terrifying glow of violet light seen from inside his helmet, staring at them menacingly with the cold intent of death. The hulking man laid his weapon intimidatingly on his broad shoulders with an aura of murder as he slowly approached his next victim. And the worst part is that the bandits don''t even know what exactly is going on right now as they held both confusion and fear. An amused smile of triumph graced forth on Gray''s face as he simply watched the brutal proceedings of the bandit boss ripping a group of his former allies to shreds all by himself. ''Let the bloodbath commence.'' 79 Bandit Genocide Gray failed to contain the excitement that he felt upon witnessing his success of taking control over the powerful Bandit Boss who is wreaking havoc among the enemy ranks. ''It''s official, \u003cMana Slave\u003e is now my favorite spell.'' Gray thought with an ecstatic grin as he continued to observe the chaos ongoing right in front of him. The Bandit Boss with his fearsome presence, paused as he stared ominously with his glowing violet eyes at his next unlucky victim currently bleeding out from the attack earlier. "B-boss!?" The bandit uttered with he looked at the armored man with unadulterated fear. "What''s happening!? Why are you doing this!? N-no!!!" The bandit''s pleas of cry and terror were fallen into deaf ears as the Bandit Boss delivered a mighty downward slash with his bardiche, resulting with a horrific scene of the bandit screaming in utter agony when the blade of the axe sank right into his flesh, effectively cutting his body horizontally in half before disappearing into pixels as per death''s intention of this world. All of the hapless bandits who get to witness such a spine-chilling scene had their spirits and morale drastically lowered as their entire body shook in utter dismay at how brutal their adversary is. One of the bandits out of the six remaining seemed to have realized something as he shouted for all his fellow comrades to listen. "The boss must be controlled by some sort of magic!! He wouldn''t attack us mindlessly just like that!! Quickly, let''s find that Mage scum controlling him!!" ''I don''t think so.'' Of course, Gray was not wasting his precious time by simply just looking at the dreadful proceedings. Instead, he utilized such a convenient moment as he prepared two charges of a full-powered \u003cArcane Bolt\u003e, one from each hand, and instantly hurled the magic projectiles into their direction, causing a massive explosion that could be felt around the entire encampment. And with the bandits being cluttered closely in one spot, the area of effect spell effectively accomplished its fatal purposes. Since the bandit''s health was already low as caused by the powerful circular slash of the Bandit Boss earlier, they stood no chance of survival against Gray''s potent magic and perished from the attack. The elf though is still equipped with the set of chainmail armor when he performed the spell, meaning he does not currently have the Intelligence bonus that he normally has from his robes. Even so, the spell is still more than enough in annihilating the bandits from existence. As the smoke cleared off, the elf could now see five crystals littered around the battlefield as he approached the area while the Bandit Boss, with his great resilience, managed to survive with him being down on his knees while holding his bardiche that was standing to support himself. ''Hmm, only five?'' Gray rubbed his chin with a frown. ''I could have sworn that there are six of them.'' Indeed, the elf''s statement was spot on as he saw one severely injured bandit crawling for his life away. As the bandit was about to drink a health potion that he conjured from his Inventory, Gray immediately stopped the bandit''s intentions as he blinked right in front of him and quickly kicked the potion, sending what little hope that was left away. Gray then picked up the dying bandit by his neck as he eyed face to face with him with a contemplating expression. ''Hmm, now that I think about it, I haven''t had a proper snack for three months, only resorting to the Arcane inhalant that was provided by Master.'' Gray thought with an eldritch look as his eyes started to glow. The bandit was too weak to fight back as Gray took this opportunity to feed on him. \u003cArcanaphilia\u003e certainly made its baleful mark as the elf opened his mouth and begun absorbing the bandit off his succulent Mana Essence, turning his flesh drier with each passing moment as a result before eventually turning to pixels. +20 Permanent Bonus to Mana!! ''Huh, so an average human does give me only twenty.'' Gray nodded to himself at this information. While in his self-contemplation, he heard multiple footsteps coming to his direction. ''It appears that more of them are coming here.'' Gray mentally ordered the Bandit Boss to stand up and prepare for the next part of the skirmish. ''I wonder how Isamu and Selena are doing?'' *** "What the!?" One of the bandits at the center of the clearing said as he and his fellow bandits all heard the explosion coming nearby. The most senior of the bandit group quickly ordered four of his subordinates to check out what exactly had transpired in the area of destruction. With the four bandits departing from the clearing, all of them are now on high-alert as their eyes wander around the area for anything that is out of the ordinary while gripping their respective weapons firmly. "Argh!!!" All of a sudden, the senior bandit has fallen down on the ground while clutching his head in pure agony, an influx of pure magic invading his mind as he attempted to fight back whatever is trying to assault him inside. "Hey old man, you alright!?" A concerned bandit quickly assisted him. ''Slaughter them all.'' A voice, this time a female child, called out inside the older bandit''s mind as it entranced him to perform the dark action. In a quick motion, the older bandit stabbed the younger one to the stomach with his longsword. All of the bandits that are around the vicinity were stunned with immense shock and confusion at seeing the seemingly act of betrayal being played right before their very eyes. "What''s the meaning of this, Derek?!!" One of the bandits pointed his blade as he spoke on his comrades'' behalf with intense rage in his questioning to the older bandit. Their rage immediately shifted to wary however as the old bandit Derek revealed his now glowing violet eyes for all of them to marvel. In an instant, Derek charged in without hesitation as he attempted to slash another of his former ally. While this was ongoing, three rapid violet blast seemed to have suddenly come from out of nowhere as it was hurled into their location, causing an explosion similar to the one that they have heard earlier. Fortunately, well for them at least, not all of them were caught in the impact since they were all scattered in their formation. Thus, the bandits who were far away from the blast were spared from the destructive act. Of course, that may change along the way at what they are going to face next. With the smoke clearing out, the bandits who were still alive witnessed two figures making their entrance nonchalantly as if they owned the place. One was a cat-folk clad in a set of steel armor, gripping his greatsword proudly while menacingly baring his sharp fangs. His companion, however, was the real anomaly as the bandits held confusion upon seeing a female child walking alongside the cat-folk. But still, they could not help but oddly feel that the child is the more dangerous out of the two as she stared at them with a cold calculative look. *** With Isamu and Selena making their grand arrival, they eyed their opponents meticulously for their next action to come. The bandits all readied their weapon as they took their respective stance in preparation for the inevitable combat. "Let''s see," Isamu said to his Sentinel companion. "Each bandit has around 1,900 Health more or less. I''ll take those three on the left while you handle the other two on the right. Sounds fair?" Selena merely nodded as she shrugged her shoulders in response, agreeing with the cat-folk''s suggestion. Isamu then initiated the battle with an erupting roar as \u003cWar Cry\u003e made itself known throughout the entire camp, making himself even more intimidating than ever before. He then quickly dashed right at the three bandits that he chose with the use of his \u003cCourageous Charge\u003e, knocking one of the enemies into the ground. Another one of the bandits from behind attempted to stab him at the back but Isamu proved to be significantly quicker as he sensed him and reacted accordingly by performing a side-step to the right. While the bandit was slightly off-balance from missing his attack, Isamu took this perfect opportunity and immediately delivered a \u003cHeroic Strike\u003e on the bandit''s vulnerable side, dealing huge amount of 1,005 physical damage with his skill that has improved drastically during his three months of training with Krothu. Anyways, the battle raged on as Isamu continued to display remarkably in the way he managed himself in the fight. Despite being outnumbered by three, this does not serve to hinder the cat-folk in any way as the bandits lacked the formal combat training as shown by the way they move and attack with wasted movements. Add to the fact that he''s a cat-folk, so he was able to dodge the bandits'' slow and predictable attacks with ease and following up with either \u003cHeroic Strike\u003e or a basic attack if the former is in cooldown. In the end, the three bandits were exhausted at their combat with the cat-folk, their health down by a dangerous margin with their stamina dwindling while Isamu was barely winded as he was still good to go. "Tsk, you guys are not much of a challenge after all!! I''ve fought a cripple with no limbs who can fare better than the three of you combined!!" Isamu smirked defiantly in an attempt to taunt the bandits who retreated a few steps away. Speaking of taunt, his provoking remarks were actually the usage of one of his skills, more specifically, the \u003cChallenging Shout\u003e, which lowered their defense by 15% as well as taunting them to attack him if they did not pass a Willpower check. "Why you!!!" Indeed, the three bandits'' Willpower is definitely low as they were affected by Isamu''s skill, succumbing to their frustrations against the cat-folk as they charged blindly at him. The three bandits are also well-aware that running is not an option since as the popular saying goes... Never try to outrun a cat-folk, meaning it''s a do or die situation for them. Isamu grinned in triumph at his skill working at seeing the three bandits charging to his direction closely with one another. The cat-folk then prepared to end this fight with a single strike. At the right moment of them being close, Isamu took advantage of the significant size and weight of his greatsword and delivered a powerful cleaving attack at the three of them, slashing off their respective torso as they were sent harshly into the ground bleeding to death. The cat-folk rested the sharp tip of his weapon''s blade into the ground as he could now breathe easy at seeing the body of these three adversaries shattering to pixels before reforming into crystals in the end. "Heh, I suppose my new skills are unneeded," Isamu smirked to himself proudly at achieving victory. He then turned his attention at Selena to see how the girl was faring in her own fight. "Hey Selena, how goes your-" Isamu''s cheerful remarks were instantly halted as his eyes widen with wary upon seeing a sight that was definitely not pleasant. Blood was shown everywhere around the ground as Selena stared at her latest bandit victim with an emotionless yet blood-curdling look. Her right arm is shown to be radiating with an aura of violet energy as it pierced deeply right inside the bandit''s chest with her hand protruding in the end from where the bloody hole was made, showcasing a grotesque scenery of gruesome murder. 80 Banes Embodimen Going back to a few minutes before Isamu''s victory against the three bandits that he faced, Selena Allister made her approach to the two bandits that she''s going to face with no traces of hesitation as she casually walked like how one does when touring leisurely in the Boscage of Chadena. This action is very much in contrast to Isamu who charged right in quickly into the fray. The two bandits stared at their child adversary with uneasiness on their respective faces as they could not help but sweat nervously. The aura of murder that the girl is radiating is simply too intense for both of them to handle, despite their unlawful trade that centers around killing and theft. Add to the fact that the girl, who looked to be around 11 or 12 years old, displayed stats that are unlike any other for her age group. Of course, the bandits don''t know about Selena''s real identity of being a Sentinel, so their fear and uncertainty about her are absolutely justifiable. The bandits resolved to maintain their own composure as they held their respective weapons even more securely for their unavoidable battle against the girl. Selena wasted no time in being idle as she cast her own \u003cArcane Barrage\u003e at her two enemies, controlling the trajectory of blasts to direct four at one bandit, and two at the other. Additional information about the spell aforementioned, the soul-siblings'' \u003cArcane Barrage\u003e have significantly improved during their apprenticeship with Rarsu. Instead of possessing five blasts as depicted by the spell description in its early levels, it now has six blasts, due to the fact of the spell evolving from its attained skill level of three. The siblings also found out that with enough magic control, they can direct the trajectory of the blasts as well. This is a notable development from the spell''s base power where the blasts originally would be distributed evenly among the enemies who are in a crowd. This means that the spell-caster now has the option of focusing all of its blasts to a single enemy target despite being in a group, choosing how many blasts in their chosen target, or merely abandoning their control for the blasts to be distributed evenly as per its original intentions. Selena definitely took advantage of her remarkable magic control as she felt satisfaction upon witnessing the bandits being rammed violently by the barrage of volatile magic. Dodging was not an option as well since the blasts were too fast for them to react. The bandit who suffered from the four blasts stood no chance of survival as he screamed in utter agony from the consecutive attacks before death took him in the form of pixels. The other bandit, still breathing in the plane of living, stood in fear upon witnessing his comrade''s untimely death. Adrenaline kicking in, the first thing that came into his fear-driven mind is to run away, deeming the current situation hopeless for him as he instantly turned his back and proceeded to retreat. His agitation was vindicated even further as he also saw three of his comrades nearby being outplayed brutally by the girl''s cat-folk companion. Of course, Selena realized the last bandit''s intentions of retreating. As a Sentinel with an incredible arsenal of magic in her disposal, she possessed multiple means of taking out an insignificant bandit from a distance. But this time though, she opted for a different approach as she wanted to try something out, her curiosity and fascination being the basis of this. Focusing her very own magic, Selena''s right arm was suddenly filled with a violet aura that emits a concentrated amount of devastating magical power within. In an instant, she gave chase to the retreating bandit as she proved to be significantly faster than him. As she was closing in at the bandit, Selena uses \u003cBlink\u003e to arrived in front of him, stopping the bandit instantly in his spot. As a result, the bandit''s eyes widened with terror upon seeing the girl appearing just like that. Without any wasted movement, she stabbed the bandit in the chest with her magically induced right arm, piercing right into his torso in a gory display that caused a gaping hole of blood as she bored right in his chest. ''I see.'' Selena muttered to herself in her thoughts as she was pleased by the outcome of her deadly magic. ''Flesh certainly cuts like paper with the use of \u003cBane''s Embodiment\u003e.'' Introducing Selena''s exclusive magic of the Arcane Sentinel, \u003cBane''s Embodiment\u003e, a magic skill that allowed her to control her own Arcane Energy in turning her own body essentially into a living weapon. \u003cBane''s Embodiment\u003e (Active) (Level 3, 100%) - The Arcane Sentinel manipulates its own Arcane Energy from within, focusing the energy at any part of its own body to turn it into a fatal weapon of massacre. Basic attacks deal 979 damage and each additional strikes is more magically lethal than usual to the same enemy, dealing an additional 20 damage that stacks up to ten times. Each stack lasts for 7 seconds. The Arcane Sentinel also gains 10% more critical chance on her Basic attacks. Mana cost: 50 to 110 per second depending on the body part used. CD: None. This is one of the skills that Selena honed religiously during her training, being solely exclusive only to her due to the intricacies of being an Arcane Sentinel. As a result, Gray was incapable of learning this skill, much to his utter dismay. The girl could not help but snicker mentally at remembering her brother with a jealous look of comical annoyance whenever she telepathically gloats right in front of him while showcasing the skill during training. But hey, Big brother Gray has his \u003cArcane Physique\u003e, so it''s only fair to have her own unique skill that she can proudly call her own. Anyways back to the reality, the bandit no doubt was in for a world of unimaginable pain as he horrifyingly saw his own chest being penetrated by the girl''s unnatural attack. Isamu, after finishing off the bandits that he fought, stared at Selena with his mouth agape at how utterly brutal the scenario is, even more so than his own dealings earlier. "W-wow." The cat-folk marveled at Selena''s deadly efficiency. "Yup, I''m so not pissing you off and your brother." As Selena was about to execute the bandit on her grasp, she heard her victim uttering some words despite being completely maimed. "M-monster." The bandit gritted his teeth in anger with blood flowing outside from his mouth. "You''ll never get away with this." Upon hearing the insult, Selena''s eyes gleamed with unamusement as she channeled her magic into her left hand to end the bandit''s pathetic life with a clean decapitation. And with that, Selena and Isamu''s battles came into their respective conclusion as both of them rejoined together for their next course of action. "Bloody murder aside, I''m impressed at your incredible combat prowess, Selena." Isamu praised the Sentinel with a teasing grin. "The look of fear the bandit assumed when he looked at you, truly inspiring indeed." ''Thank you.'' Selena communicated with the cat-folk telepathically as her only way of making a proper conversation, her tone being cheerful. ''You''re not so bad yourself, big cat. The results of your training are definitely well-deserved.'' "Hehe, it was nothing." Isamu crossed his arms with a smirk. He then looked at the girl as he could not help but comment. "Still, me being vocal while you and your telepathy, I know it can''t be helped but forgive me if I still find it quite strange whenever we talk." ''It''s understandable.'' Selena muttered with a sad tone. ''This is the only way that Master Rarsu thought of as Big Brother and I were introduced with a simple spell of one-sided telepathy.'' "Yeah, I know," Isamu answered to comfort her with a smile. "Still, Gray and I are glad that at least you can voice out your opinions to a considerable extent." Selena merely nodded in acknowledgment as she appreciated the cat-folk''s attitude about her situation. "Anyways, we have to find Gray." Isamu immediately suggested as he turned serious regarding the current situation that they are in and pointed at the direction where the explosion has occurred. "Let''s go." ''Agreed.'' Selena mentally said in response with the same stern expression as the cat-folk. "Hey, guys!!!" It seemed that Isamu and Selena''s intentions of finding Gray are no longer needed as the elf himself was seen waving cheerfully at them while approaching at their location from afar. The two companions are definitely relieved upon seeing the elf all safe and sound with him being equipped back again to his usual robes. Although both of them can''t help but be concerned as they saw a hulking figure clad in a set of full plate armor with a black surcoat walking nonchalantly alongside Gray. "So, who''s the big fellow?" Isamu asked Gray out of curiosity as he stared the armored Bandit Boss whose eyes glowed in violet diabolically from inside his enclosed helmet. "Just my new slave, hehe." Gray chuckled as he playfully tapped the Bandit Boss in the chest. "My friend over here assisted me in dealing with the bandits that I encountered." ''Impressive, Big Brother.'' Selena adored Gray with a tone of approval. ''You managed to enslave the boss himself and used him against his former allies. Very crafty indeed." "Thanks, little sis," Gray smiled at Selena. After a short while, the elf looked at the crystal corpses laying around the battlefield and nodded approvingly. "I guess there won''t be any bandits anymore who is going to cause any trouble around these parts. I suppose the next thing we are going to do is to find out about their plans and the reason as to why they are here, with the guidance of our behemoth of a slave that is." "Ah, so that''s why you didn''t kill him yet," Isamu said in the realization of the elf''s actions. "Yup," Gray replied in agreement with his arms crossed. "In the meantime, you two searched around the encampment for whatever clues or plans the bandits have while I''ll be having a nice little chat here with the big boss himself." "A chat huh," Isamu smirked in return as he realized the true implications behind the elf''s words. "Your call. But seeing your magic, let''s just hope that you won''t be accidentally killing him in the process." "Oh, don''t worry." A sinister grin assumed on the elf''s youthful face as he faced the still figure of the enslaved Bandit Boss with intentions that can''t exactly be considered good. "I have my ways." [+7 CHAOS] 81 Questioning With Isamu and Selena being gone to perform their investigations around the cave encampment, Gray saw fit that it''s now time to dispel his enslavement spell that has been holding the Bandit Boss during his bandit genocide. Questioning the Bandit Boss under the effects of \u003cMana Slave\u003e was out of the question. An individual who''s enslaved by the mentioned spell is incapable of coherent speech since his consciousness was cut off and replaced with mental commands from the caster as per the workings of the spell. Before performing the deed, however, Gray decided to first play safe as he telepathically ordered the boss to unequipped his plate armor and give it to him as well as any other items of value that the boss possessed from his Inventory such as potions, poisons, weapons, jewelry, gold, and other things that Gray deemed worthy for the taking. "Huh, neat." After receiving the spoils of war from the boss, Gray marveled with a look of approval at seeing how valuable the items are, most especially the set of knightly plate armor and the two-handed bardiche due to their incredible stats fit for a Warrior. The bandit is now witnessed to be stripped of his belongings and equipment, leaving him dressed in his casual attire of a simple black shirt and long green pants that were under his set of armor to begin with. With the boss'' helmet gone, his face is revealed for Gray to see. The muscular man is middle of age, showing slight wrinkles on his forehead and pale brown hair with a stubble beard. His most notable facial feature though is the menacing scar that sported on his right eye, no doubt a wound that came from one of his battles. "Alright, now that his gear and belongings are finally rid of, there''s one more important thing to do." The elf muttered to himself as he took out a familiar piece of small paper from his Inventory and unfolded it. The paper is none other than a mini variation of the Parchment of Exolv, a magical paper utilized for the sole purpose of copying a complex Magic Circle into anything to perform the caster''s intended magical ritual. Gray placed the parchment on the boss'' chest to integrate the effects of the circle within him. "Exolv." Gray uttered the words while touching the parchment for the Magic Circle to assume its characteristics on the boss. In a simple explanation, the type of Magic Circle that was used in this situation is a simple Seal of Physical Paralyzation, a small circle that''s useful for paralyzing anyone. The seal''s effects usually lasted for a day and can''t be broken easily unless the victim possessed a remarkable amount of strength or a counter-magic in dispelling the cursed effects. Speaking of strength, this is also one of the reasons why Gray instructed the boss to part away from his equipment since armors that are donned by Warriors usually granted them significant bonuses in the Strength attribute. Of course, Gray could go the old fashioned way of simply tying the bandit with a rope. But seeing the man being a frightening entity in the physical department as what he had displayed earlier during the skirmish against his former allies, Gray does not want to take any chances. As a result of the cursed seal making its mark, the Bandit Boss instantly stumbled down with his back behind the ground as the effects took its place in immobilizing him. "Now that everything is out of the way, it''s time to dispel the spell holding his will." With a snap of his fingers, the glow on the bandit''s eyes disappeared, marking the end of the enslavement spell. Unfortunately, the Bandit Boss was still lying on the ground unconscious as caused by the spell''s mentally grueling effects. The elf tried to wake him up forcefully by shaking his body and slapping his face harshly, but his efforts proved to be ineffective as the man was definitely down for the count. So he has to wait for the bandit to recover. *** Thankfully, the wait was not that long as the Bandit Boss woke up ten minutes later feeling all dizzy like a drunken man with an intense hangover after a night of alcoholic revelry. "Wuh¡­ where am I?" The boss absentmindedly mumbled to himself as he attempted to get himself up from where he currently lays down. "The last thing I remember is having some sort of headache and my mind went blank." His attempts, however, were in utter vain as his eyes slowly widened in panic in his inability to move a single part of his body. "What the?!!" The boss yelled in fear at his dire predicament. "W-what''s going on?!!" "I believe I can explain that." The boss heard an unfamiliar voice as a robe-wearing elf made his presence known standing right above while staring at him with a smug look of superiority. "You!!!" The boss gritted his teeth in rage at seeing an unwelcome intruder at his encampment. "Derek, sound the alarm, there''s an intruder over here!!!!" "Hahaha!!" Gray laughed at the bandit''s misfortune as he shook his head in amusement. "I hate it to break it up to you, but Derek won''t be sounding that alarm anytime soon and any of your bandit friends on that matter." "What do you mean?" The Bandit Boss definitely does not like the menacing sound of the tone of what Gray just said. "All of your comrades here," Gray smirked sadistically as his face leaned closer to emphasize his point. "My friends and I killed them all." The bandit boss''s eyes widen with disbelief at this dark revelation that was revealed to him. Cue the word disbelief as he did not desire to give in to this elven scum as what he now depicts of Gray just yet. "You''re bluffing." The boss replied with a disbelieving look. "If I''m bluffing, then where are your allies to come to your aid?" Gray probed him with his arms crossed. He then approached the boss''s paralyzed body and lifted him up by his shirt to show him the crystal corpses that are littered around the encampment. "See? Is that what you call bluffing?" Indeed, the bandit boss'' reaction was expected as he stared in bafflement and terror at the bloody scenery that was presented right in his very eyes. "Now that I''ve made my point clear," Gray''s tone shifted to being serious and shoved the bandit back down to the ground. "I''m sure you''re wondering why you''re still alive, correct?" A silent treatment was all Gray received as the boss seemed to have abandoned his fear in favor of giving him an intense expression of unadulterated rage that could kill someone with a mere look. Naturally, the elf was unaffected due to his calm demeanor as he ignored the boss'' look and proceeded with the questioning. "Now, I''m going to be lenient here in your case. If you''ll cooperate with me and answer my simple questions, then I''ll let you off the hook and no one has to know of you escaping, what do you say?" [+2 CHAOS] SPEECH CHECK: 29 SPEECH REQUIREMENTS: 42 \u003cPERSUASION FAILED!!\u003e ''Tsk.'' The elf thought in annoyance at seeing his first attempt of convincing the man a failure. He hoped that the boss was scared of being in a dreadful circumstance but the latter''s reaction said so otherwise. It appears that this Interrogation won''t end quickly than what Gray anticipated. During the past three months of his training, he also inquired Rarsu regarding how the Speech''s rate of success exactly worked in the System. One of the factors that are of utmost importance in persuading the person to agree with you is his personal disposition and feelings towards you. This means that you''ll more likely succeed in persuading a friend rather than an enemy, and a lower success rate will surely transpire in an angry individual. This is also the reason why Gray opted not to tell the boss of his unwilling participation when he was enslaved to not risk the man of being aggravated even further. Although it seemed that such a factor proved to be irrelevant as the Persuasion is still unsuccessful regardless of the elf telling the bandit or not. Of course, Intimidation might be an option, but the look of utmost opposition that Gray is currently receiving from the boss spoke large volumes of certain speech defeat. Besides, the Bandit Boss that Gray attempted to persuade at this very moment was by no means both scared and unquestionably not a friend, meaning that his endeavors of Speech are guaranteed failure. As a matter of fact, the boss is currently blinded by his anger at the atrocity that Gray has done to his comrades. "You''ve barged right in at my encampment unwelcome, murdered all of my comrades, and put me here in this humiliating position." The bandit boss looked at Gray with pure defiance. "I suppose that you expect me to give you such information easily just like that with the bottom of my heart? You underestimate us even more than I thought. You might as well do me a favor and kill me right now." ''Well, technically, it was you who murdered your comrades.'' Gray chuckled mentally at his remarks. Still, the elf saw little point in telling the man of his dark deeds when he was enslaved. He would just be extending some pointless conversations that would delay the bandit''s inevitable punishment. "Stubborn, huh." Gray nodded, slightly impressed at the bandit''s display of defiance amidst the humiliating position that the latter found himself in. "But it does not matter. I''m sure you''ll be convinced to change your mind at what I''m going to do next to you." Placing his right hand at the bandit''s chest once more, Gray prepared another spell of his, something that''s out of the norm of the spells that he grew accustomed to. As a matter of fact, this spell is not exactly Arcane in nature as it''s one of the few safe spells that was personally taught by Rarsu himself to him and Selena. ''Good old Master.'' Gray smirked as he thought of his lizardling mentor. ''I''m indeed forever grateful for him teaching this extraordinary spell, hehe.'' With that in mind, \u003cSoul Transfusion\u003e made itself known as Gray begun the Bandit Boss''s hellish torture of the body, mind, and spirit. [+9 CHAOS] 82 Horrors of an Experimentation With the utilization of \u003cSoul Transfusion\u003e, a blue-white substance, the very soul of an individual, was pulled out slowly from the Bandit Boss'' body. The reaction of the Bandit Boss was expected as he felt the infernal pain coursing throughout his whole body as each second passed by, screaming with the utmost of terrifying agony as if he was being burned alive intensely like the demons of Hellas greeting him with their maniacal evil smiles on their unholy faces. "AHH!!! MAKE IT STOP!!! MAKE IT STOP!!!" The Bandit Boss, for all his bravado that he displayed earlier, succumbed in the end to the intense affliction of deep torment as his fearful eyes were watered with tears while saliva involuntarily flowed out from his mouth, showcasing an appearance of a man having his will broken without a shred of mercy from his interrogator. After a few moments, Gray withdrew the ritual of his spell as he steadily brought the bandit''s soul back into his body as the elf still needed the human alive for the information. As a result, the Bandit Boss was beyond relieved at the nefarious spell seemingly ending as his pain ended gradually. He was witnessed panting profusely with sweat all over his entire body as he stared at his brutal elf captor like Xaz''vernok himself has come personally for him from the infernal depths of Hellas in an elven persona. "We can do this all day, you know," Gray spoke menacingly with a dark serious tone while staring at his bandit captive with malevolent eyes. "Now are you going to talk? Or do you prefer having your soul pulled out repeatedly as you wallow on the ground like a pathetic dog whining in his chains." "F-fine!!" The Bandit Boss agreed with Gray''s conditions as he shivered in agitation while catching up with his fast rhythm of the breath. "I''ll tell you everything I know, just spare me from that foul sorcery!!" "See? We both can actually get along if you are willing to cooperate." Gray''s expression instantly shifted to that of a playful smile as he sat down on the ground with his legs crossed to meet eye level with the man. "You may take your time in regaling me with the details of your exploits in banditry. After all, I''m not much in a hurry to get out here, hehe." After Gray gave the bandit time to recover from being scarred by the grueling taxation of the ritual, the man finally begun telling the elf his intentions as to why he and his bandit subordinates are doing in these parts. "It all started around a month and a half ago when my men and I were camping somewhere around the outskirts of Flocaster." The Bandit Boss commenced his tale. "A hooded man appeared from out of nowhere and offered us a huge amount of gold for our services." "A man huh, so you''re not the brains of this operation. This is truly alarming." Gray rubbed his chin with a grim look. "Were you able to get a good look on his face?" "No." The bandit replied in disagreement. "He never revealed his real identity but it matters not to us since we are getting the gold in the end." "I see." Gray nodded in response, slightly annoyed that he was not able to find the mastermind''s identity. But at least he''s making progress in his questioning with the bandit. "Anything else that you can tell me about him? His voice? Race? His height? Build? Actuation? Accent? The way he displays himself in your dealings? Tell me everything about your observations about him." "Well, for one his voice is not that deep, so perhaps a young man in his twenties. His height is average, around 170 centimeters more or less. I''m not sure about his race but perhaps he''s a human or an elf as what little I saw on his face." The bandit willingly answered Gray. "We can tell that he''s extremely rich based on the gold that he gave us, a noble maybe? Hmm¡­ wait." "What is it," Gray said as he anticipated more of what the bandit is about to say to him. "He seemed to possess an intellectual vibe by the way he speaks, and whenever he visited us to perform his experiments, he would sometimes play some beautiful music unlike any other with his lute while performing the sick deed." The bandit replied with the best of what he remembered regarding the hooded man. "Music? Experiment?" Gray frowned at the words, most especially the second one as he definitely felt something not right about it. "What in the Divines do you mean?" "Gray!!" As the bandit was about to answer, Gray was interrupted with a light tap on his back. Turning to his behind, he saw Isamu greeting him with a deep frown on his face. "Isamu." Gray acknowledged the cat-folk with a welcoming look. "I suppose you and Selena are done with the investigation around the encampment, correct?" "Yes." Isamu nodded while still retaining his negative expression. "And we found some¡­ disturbing things." "Disturbing?" Gray tilted his head in confusion as his brows narrowed suspiciously. "How disturbing exactly?" "It''s best that you see it with your own eyes," Isamu suggested as he gestured Gray to follow him. "Very well." Gray agreed with the cat-folk. "But we''ll be taking this bandit with us. He''ll elaborate us further regarding what you saw." And with that, Gray pulled the bandit up as he dragged him by the shirt while following Isamu into the deeper parts of the cave. After about five minutes, the three finally arrived at their designated location as Gray was presented with a hidden entrance of another part of the cave leading to a small space inside. Entering the cavern room, Gray''s eyes widen with extreme surprise at the monstrous exhibit that tainted his both eyes. The area can simply be defined as similar to a torture chamber, with blood all over the cavern rooms in a chaotic manner and multiple chains that are attached everywhere, no doubt housing the many victims that were used for nefarious intentions. There are no signs of any crystal corpses being laid on the ground as it was unquestionably already disposed of by whoever is responsible for this transgression. At the right corner of the room is a table containing a set of laboratory equipment, something that Gray is quite familiar with. He then approached the instruments. "An Alchemy workstation." The elf eyed the apparatuses with a deep calculating grimace while searching around for additional clues. His endeavors were a failure however as he could not find anything. "Tsk, an Alchemist would usually leave some notes detailing the progress of his experiments. This guy is craftier than I thought would be." Gray then faced the bandit with a cold look. "It appears that your boss has been performing some abominable experiments with the use of different concoctions to your victims. Tell me, how did you manage such despicable measures? Speak, or I''ll resort to the suffering that you experienced earlier." "W-we kidnapped anyone who''s of the Warrior class, most preferably lone Guild Warriors traveling around these parts. Our benefactor then uses them to test out his various potions in them." The Bandit Boss immediately answered out of fear, not wanting to undergo that horrifying ordeal of the elf''s magic ever again. "You did what?!!!" Upon hearing the bandit''s abhorrent answer, Isamu out of rage suddenly pulled him by the neckline of his shirt and held no back in punching the man repeatedly on his deforming face. Gray understood the cat-folk''s justifiable anger and did not stop his friend''s actions of maiming the bandit boss as he saw fit. As a matter of fact, the elf felt the same sentiment as Isamu as he now wanted nothing more than to give the bandit the most painful death that he deserved. But such things are unimportant for now as something came up inside his mind. "Why only Warriors?" Gray said as he looked at the bandit''s now battered face. "I¡­ I don''t know." Despite the state of deformity being assumed on his face, the bandit still was able to answer Gray''s question. "Our benefactor never stated his specific reasons for us." "Hmm, so that''s why you set up your base here at the outskirts of Chadena," Gray responded in realization to the bandit''s statement. "How long have you been doing this?" "We settled here around twenty days ago." The bandit replied. "And how many have you kidnapped, so far?!!" Isamu intervened as his fist readies to deliver another punch to the bandit''s face. "S-seven." That was all Isamu needed to hear as he gave the strongest punch that he could muster directly at the bandit, knocking him out cold to the ground. "Isamu," Gray called out loudly for the cat-folk''s attention. "Where''s Selena?" Isamu merely said nothing as he pointed his right hand at where the Sentinel girl is. Gray looked at where Isamu pointed as he indeed saw his soul-sister at the corner of the room tending to an unconscious battered black-haired young man who is half-naked with ragged pants, exposing his multiple scars all over his entire upper body. Unconscious Man Level 16 Health: 1,835 / 2,101 Stamina: 415 / 902 Mana: 300 / 300 Approaching the both of them, Gray made his presence known to Selena as the girl nodded in acknowledgment at her brother. ''Who is he?'' The elf telepathically initiated the conversation with the girl. ''Isamu seemed to have recognized him as a fellow Guild Warrior who goes by the name of Hans.'' Selena responded in the same manner with a worrying tone. ''Luckily, we were able to administer health potions for him just in time, ridding him of the multiple wounds that he garnered when we first saw him.'' ''I see.'' Gray answered with a smile. ''Excellent work, sis.'' Selena again nodded in return as her attention went back to the unconscious man. After a few minutes, Hans woke up thankfully as he clutches his head in his feeling of nausea. With the man''s vision being cleared, his expression turned pale as he immediately panicked out of the horror that he has been forced for days. "Shh, it''s alright," Gray assured the man in an attempt to comfort him. "We''re all friends here. Those bandits won''t be giving you any trouble anymore." "Are¡­ are you sure?" Hans in his still alarmed state asked him with wary. "Yes." Gray nodded with a serious look. "We''re here to save you. Isamu, a fellow guild member of yours, is here with us too." "Oh, he''s awake." Isamu made his approach after being satisfied at beating up the bandit and looked at the man. "Never thought I''d see you here of all places, Hans. How in Agveyr''s blade did you end up in this shitty mess?" "Paul and I¡­ We were just coming back from our contract of escorting a caravan back from Flocaster days ago," Hans explained his distressing situation while hugging himself in an effort to calm himself down from the trauma. "Then all of a sudden, some bandits ambushed us and we were outnumbered heavily. They took us as their prisoners and brought us here into the cave. As we were chained up here in this very room, a hooded man came in and perform various alchemical experiments while playing that lute of his, starting with Paul. Poor Paul, he was overdosed with a lot of potions by that vile bastard and he never survived the ordeal. Lucky for me, the bastard seemed to have run out of ingredients and told the Bandit Boss to remain guard here as he will be collecting it in his home back at Flocaster." "Flocaster, huh." Gray rubbed his chin as he nodded approvingly at the important information that was provided to them. "Well, at least we know where our culprit lives." "That sick scum!!" Isamu clenched his fist in unadulterated anger. "He''ll pay for the atrocity that he has done!!!" "Can you stand?" Gray offered his assistance to Hans, reaching out his hand. "With me being all healed up, Yes I can." Hans nodded in appreciation as he stood up from his spot. "I believe you all have my thanks for treating my injuries. Those bandit rascals also took pleasure in torturing me whenever they feel like it." "Right," Gray answered as his attention shifted to the unconscious Bandit Boss laying on the ground. "And speaking of bandit rascal, one still remains." Gray then picked up the bandit''s body as he began his skill of \u003cArcanaphilia\u003e, draining the Mana Essence out from the bandit''s mouth and killing him in the process. Isamu and Selena remained stoic throughout the duration as they perfectly knew of Gray''s Arcane abilities while Hans could not help but stare at bafflement at witnessing such unnatural phenomenon of the bandit''s flesh slowly being dried out. Of course, Hans knew better than to be a judgmental, ungrateful fool as he''s perfectly aware of Gray''s kind behavior to him despite meeting for the first time. Besides, the elf is here with Isamu, so he''s definitely a good person. "Ah, now that hits the spot." Gray succumbed to the delicious Arcane Energy that he obtained from the now-dead Bandit Boss. He also marveled at the new message that was presented to him by the System. +200 Permanent Bonus to Mana!! ''Wow, a simple ten times increase from your average human.'' Gray blinked in delightful surprise at the notification. ''But wait, since the man that I absorbed was a boss, shouldn''t I be receiving a special skill out of this?'' \u003cDevourer of Supremacy\u003e Activated!! \u003cGuile of Banditry\u003e (Passive) - The Arcanist is capable of assuming the demeanor of a bandit, granting him a permanent 30% bonus to Intimidation as long as he is far away from any towns or villages. While looting corpses, you are capable as well of finding even more gold than usual, granting 20% additional bonus to gold. ''Oh, there it is.'' Gray thought with excitement as he read the description of his new skill. ''Well, well, this is an interesting skill. Although I''m not a bandit, I''m sure it''s definitely going to be useful in certain situations that I may find myself in the future.'' After feeding on the Bandit Boss, Gray faced his companions and Hans. "Well, now that we know the motives and the town of residence of the man behind all this, let''s head on back to Chadena and convey the information that we found out to the guild." The three nodded in response as all of them made their exit from the hidden room, finding themselves back to the center of the clearing that made up of the main bandit encampment. While the four of them are walking, they suddenly felt a tremor from the earth itself as the ground begun to shake in an intense magnitude, threatening the surrounding vicinity of the cave to fall apart. "What in the blazes?!" Gray gritted his teeth as he and his companions struggled to maintain their balance amidst the earthquake. As Gray stare down to the ground, his eyes widen with absolute shock at witnessing a huge Magic Circle being formed as it grew bigger at the spot where they currently stand. 83 Chirp!! Meanwhile, in an unknown location far away from prying eyes, a young man wearing a red hooded cowl was seen to be occupied in his Alchemy workstation in a secluded darkroom as he pounded some blue-colored substance into powder form with the use of a mortar and pestle. While he was working, a sharp, strong feeling suddenly struck inside his mind as he sensed a magic measure of his activating from somewhere far away. ''Hmm.'' The hooded man momentarily halted his alchemical operation as a deep frown graced forth on his youthful face. ''It appears that unwelcome guests have killed the bandits and invaded the cave.'' ''But no matter.'' The man added on his thoughts as he resumed his work in Alchemy while assuming an evil grin. ''There''s no chance of them surviving.'' *** "Shit!!" Gray uttered the cursed word as he eyed the green Magic Circle with extreme wary as he and his three other companions exerted themselves in keeping up their balance amidst the earthquake that grew more intense in magnitude as every second passed by. Running appeared to be no longer an option in their case as the shaking of the earth was now too severe for them to even handle, forcing them to their knees. "Are¡­ are we going to die here?" Hans is witnessed to have fallen in utter despair as his eyes lost all hope upon seeing the rocks of the cavern cracking as they fall down to the ground. "No one''s dying around here!!!" Isamu said in an attempt to boost everyone''s morale despite the rather grave circumstance that they are in. "Damn it, if we''re going to get out of here alive, then by Agveyr''s divine name shall I confess my love to Sarah!!!" ''Hmm¡­ Big Brother.'' Selena inquired Gray quickly via telepathy while analyzing the structure of the magic circle on the ground. ''This circle is-'' Before Selena got the chance to finish her statement however, they all heard a huge crack from above as a huge portion of the cavern ceiling suddenly collapse and descended straight unto them. *** Back at the Guild Master''s office, Malic eyed with a look of solemnity at a certain lizardling visitor gracing him inside at his workplace. Rarsu is shown stoically with his eyes close in total focus while leisurely drinking a cup of tea at his sit facing at Malic''s office desk. He seemed to be in a state of complete tranquility as Malic opted to not disturb him, aware that it''s one of his intricate magic at play again. After a short while, Rarsu opened his eyes as he told Malic "My source told me that those three are currently experiencing some complications inside the cave." "I see," Malic answered calmly. But still, he could not help but feel worried about the trio as something dreadful might happen to them even if this was supposed to be a simple mission of bandit elimination. "Are they going to be alright? Hopefully, this was not a lapse of judgment of mine as I sent them to their demise instead." "Neh, you don''t have to worry about them." Rarsu''s eyes opened with an assuring smile. "Remember the time when I told you of a mutual ''ally'' of mine?" "Yes, I believe you told me that this ally of yours is a result of some shaking arrangement between you and your previous master from the Order months ago," Malic answered the lizardling with a nod. "Correct." Rarsu frowned a bit. "Despite that old fool''s greed and sick mentality of his, he still has his uses and we can''t deny how powerful and resourceful he is. He''s also under the protection of the White Council, being a member himself. As a result, we can''t exactly go toe to toe with him directly. At our current state, attempting to bring him down for all the atrocity that he has performed would only spell us utter defeat, and the majority of the Council thinks that he is in the right." "Indeed." Malic seemed to be in agreeable terms with the lizardling. "And despite all the grudges, the rage that you garnered against him, I still find it hard to believe that you agreed with him in the end. What''s your motive for agreeing with the High Druid exactly? Don''t tell me that you merely forget the sins that the High Druid has acted against your will?" A dark chuckle was all Malic received from Rarsu as the latter gave a glower to the former. "I never forget, Malic," Rarsu told the old human Warrior with grief now in his every tone. "I will never forget the obscenity of how that man manipulated Amirah, leading to her undeserving death. I''m sure you are well aware of how I feel as you were there too to witness his transgressions." "Yes, a kind girl such as her truly deserves a spot with the side of the Divines." Malic nodded as he felt the same way as Rarsu. "Still, you didn''t answer my question." "Ah, yes." Rarsu''s demeanor immediately shifted to a lighter expression as he crossed his arms. "Despite my animosity towards the High Druid, I''m not so blind as to be engulfed by my resentment towards him and direct it to the people working for him. My rage is to the High Druid and to the High Druid alone. As such, I agreed, no matter how reluctant I am, in his conditions, as I allowed his own apprentice to keep watch of my own, perceiving some advantages out of this deal." "And do you trust this apprentice of his?" Malic asked with a look of intent. "I''m afraid that this person might manipulate the Paragon on his side." Rarsu merely chuckled playfully in response to the Guild Master''s remarks as the latter looked at former in confusion. "Knowing Gray, I believe it''ll be the other way around, hehe." The lizardling answered with confidence in his every word. "That brat has his own remarkable way with people." *** Death¡­ Death seemed to have made its agonizing embrace the moment when the huge ceiling of rock made its way down to slam their bodies into a horrifying pulp. Of course, Gray was having none of that shit as he instantly fired a quick \u003cArcane Bolt\u003e from his right hand to shatter the ceiling into pieces, with the hopes of preventing them all from being squashed in an untimely manner. Although his efforts were in vain, but not because of the four of them being ended up in a bloody pile of mess into the ground though. Quite the contrary actually. The quartet could only stare in bafflement at the quick turn of events as they were suddenly teleported out from the cave, their eyes now marveling at the familiar sights of the forest exteriors, a little bit afar from the cavern entrance. Additionally, they felt the utmost relief at the ground being static and calm as they find themselves standing at the grassy surface of the majestic Chadena Woods. "W-we''re safe?" Hans stuttered in his voice as he gazed with disbelief and utter relief at seeing the dangers ultimately out of their reach. "Uh¡­ what just happen?" Isamu blinked in utter astonishment as he saw the clear bright sky greeting him instead of the rocky ceiling that threatened to take him and his companions'' lives just a few seconds ago. "I''m not sure." Gray''s mouth was currently agape as he and his other companions tried to make sense of what just transpired to them. He then rubbed his chin in pondering as he thought of a plausible answer of how they were able to get out of that mess just like that in an instant. "But I believe that circle has something to do with this. Isn''t that right, little sis?" ''I believe so Big Brother.'' Selena agreed with an extremely serious manner of telepathic speaking. ''I was able to discern the circle''s structure and I found out that near its circumference, it''s mostly made up of the Elharis symbol of Teleport.'' "I see," Gray answered his sister in a vocal way for everyone to hear. "Whoever was responsible for that Magic Circle appeared to have saved us all the trouble from being squashed to death." While in their discussion, all of them heard a collapsing sound coming from behind them. Turning around at their back, they all witness the huge rocky cave crumbling to the very ground as the earth beneath it made its final tremor of deadly proportions. All they now witness is a rocky mess forming a whole new huge clearing littering at the woods itself. "C-crap," Gray said with a nervous sweatdrop at seeing the calamity that has occurred right in front off them. "We are so turning into a pulverized pile of body mush if the situation said so otherwise, hehe." Thankfully, the convulsion of the ground only applied to the vicinity of the cave itself, and not on its surrounding area. Although such an occurrence is unquestionably unnatural to be considered something of a natural cause by nature herself. Which brought them all to the topic¡­ "Wait, only the cave was affected?" Isamu tilted his head in bewilderment regarding the phenomenon that they saw. "That''s definitely fishy." "It would seem so." Gray nodded with suspicion. "I can only conclude that there''s some sort of magic on the equation, as the earthquake was most likely triggered intentionally in a pre-determined space probably by another party the moment when we made our attempts of exit." "W-well, we can talk about it some other time, right?" Hans made his opinion known with his hand raising to emphasize his point. "Why don''t we head on back to the town first and tell all our findings to the guild. After all, I''m not so sure if we''re still not in the safe here as long as we''re outside." "Agreed," Isamu said while Gray and Selena nodded alongside him. The four then immediately departed as they made their way back to Chadena with the hopes of making sense out of this messed up situation that they found themselves at. "So..." Gray grinned mischievously as he elbowed Isamu playfully at his side while they were walking. "Sarah, huh? You mean that farmgirl who you have been talking about non-stop every time we spend our Sextus night at the tavern?" "N-not now, Gray!!" Isamu blushed in embarrassment as he tried to ignore the elf''s further attempts of teasing him concerning his affairs regarding the sensations of love. Although the four of them failed to notice one particular brown sparrow flying above them as its small round eyes focused meticulously on their small group while following them, as it always does for the past three months. "Chirp!!" The little bird tweeted to itself proudly, feeling accomplished at its extraordinary feat of saving the four of them with the use of magic as per instructed by a grudging agreement between its¡­ her master and a certain lizardling. ''Gray Allister¡­ hopefully, we can be friends!!'' 84 The Orders Lily Now back at the Warrior''s Guild of Chadena, Shael, upon seeing the quartet arrive at the reception hall, immediately instructed them to proceed upstairs to the Guild Master''s Office as Malic himself wanted to hear their reports personally from them. Isamu nodded on behalf of his companions as they complied with the elven receptionist''s order. Froidan Benet, the Warrior lookout of the staircase leading to the fourth floor, expected their arrival as per instructions from the Guild Master himself. Without question, the young \u003cVanguard\u003e granted the four entry as he nodded in acknowledgment and gave them the way. Arriving at the door entrance leading to the office, Isamu took the lead and knocked on the door. "Enter." They all heard Malic''s voice from behind the entrance as the four did so. As they set their foot inside the Guild Master''s Office, Gray and Selena''s eyes slightly widened with surprise at seeing that Malic is not alone as they witness the old warrior sitting behind his office desk. Accompanying him is a particular lizardling druid that the soul-siblings know all too well as he is shown to be making himself quite comfortable in the chair that he is sitting. "Master," Gray spoke up with pleasant wonder. "What are you doing here?" Rarsu acknowledged by crossing his arms as he stared at Gray with a severe look. "I assume that you were briefed that it was I who suggested Malic for you and Selena to be part of this errand of his despite you not being a member of the guild. As for the reason I''m here, I wanted to hear what you have found in that cave with my own two ears. But first things, first." A gust of wind suddenly made itself known as a result of the lizardling''s magic, opening the window right behind Malic. The wind did not stop there as a certain little brown sparrow was sent forcefully inside by the impact, scrambling right at down at the floor, similar to how she was treated during her first meeting with the lizardling months ago. After recovering quickly, the sparrow flew right at Rarsu''s face to meet him at eye level as she began chirping and tweeting non-stop as a way of expressing her frustration against the lizardling. The rest of the room''s occupants could only gawk at the ongoing scenery in bafflement of a small bird seemingly arguing with Rarsu, evident by the animal''s high-pitched tweets that resonated inside the entire room. Rarsu, in response, simply yawned in boredom as he glanced at the sparrow with a stoic look. Having had enough of the creature''s chirping rant, Rarsu snapped his finger as he dispelled a certain magical effect of the bird. At this very moment, all of them witnessed a particular magical phenomenon as the sparrow''s little body glowed in green light. After a few seconds, the light dissipated, now revealing to be a young teenage girl replacing the very spot at where the sparrow is. The funny thing though, is that the bluster of the sparrow turned girl is still ongoing as she continued to spout her rants at the lizardling, this time in the common tongue. "-you''re a mean and horrible person!!! I mean, you could have asked nicely for me to come in, but nooo!!! You used wind magic to force my butt here inside forcibly¡­ again!! And let''s not forget the fact that-" This time, Rarsu was seen to be twitching in annoyance as the coherent speech of a human girl is far more irritating than repetitive chirps coming from a sparrow. As a result, he gave her no opportunity to finish her statement as he instantly chopped the young girl on her head. "Aw!!!" Indeed, her reaction was comically instantaneous as she was sent to the floor, kneeling while clutching her head in pain with comical tears flowing from her eyes. "If you are done with your insufferable rants, little girl." Rarsu shook his head in unamusement. "Introduce yourself to my apprentice and his companions so we can get on to business quickly." "Fine." The human girl made a soft sniff, having recovered from Rarsu''s blow. She then fixed her posture as she stood up firmly, eyeing at the rest of the occupants of the office, most particularly at Gray, as she bowed down in curtsy with her skirt. "Where are my manners, my name is Liliane Springflower, one of the druid apprentices of the High Druid and an envoy of the Order. You may call me Lily for short. A pleasure to meet you all." Liliane Springflower Level 22: \u003cDruid\u003e Health: 1,694 / 1,694 Stamina: 1,145 / 1,145 Mana: 3,718 / 3,718 ''The Order, huh.'' Gray frowned mentally as he was aware of that particular organization that houses a few but the most skilled of Druids in Whitemoor as told to him by Rarsu during his training. The elf also knows a little bit of the background concerning his Master''s previous affiliation with the said group, having some disagreements with the High Druid, as Rarsu told him. Gray was also told that despite the Order''s noble intentions of maintaining the peace and order of this land, they could be quite secretive and some of their methods are questionable, mandated by the High Druid as he utilized any means necessary for the so-called good of this land, with Rarsu explaining some of them in detail. As such, Rarsu told Gray that he should not give his full trust to the Order and tread lightly when speaking with one of the members. As for the exact reason as to why Rarsu ultimately left the Order in the end? Let''s just say for now that Gray and Selena were not amused upon hearing their Master''s story as they gave their full support to the lizardling with a determined look on their very eyes and vowing to avenge Amirah if the opportunity presented itself. Anyways back to the present scenario. Taking a closer inspection at the human girl in her late teens, one is not so blind to see that she''s a young woman of true beauty, especially with her radiant green eyes. She possessed a burnt orange-colored hair, styled in a short bob with bangs covering a small portion of her forehead. The girl currently wears a light-brown hooded cowl covering the upper part of her long-sleeve white dress and a brown corset that hugged her thin waistline while accentuating her pair of generous womanly assets. Her lower garments consisted of a white skirt that is a part of her dress and a couple of boots that fit her legs tightly and extends above her knees. They are light brown, having a split at the top in which are kept together by strings. The boots also have frilly edges below the collars. As a man with a healthy appreciation of the female anatomy, Gray was definitely drawn by her beauty. Although, he''s currently not showing it as he merely eyed the girl with a stoic expression. He prided himself with his immense self-control and professionalism, and won''t be dissuaded easily by mere physical looks. Add to the fact that she''s a member of the Order, so he won''t be trustful to her just like that, even though she seemed cheery, sweet, and kind of nice on his first impressions about her. Lily suddenly made her approached at Gray as she smiled at him in a friendly manner. "You''re Gray Allister, correct?" Her eyes shined in anticipation as she waited for the elf''s answer. "I''m not sure how you know my name, but yes." The elf answered while feeling weirded out by the way the girl looks at him. "By Wynather''s wisdom, it''s certainly an honor of meeting someone like you!!" Lily shamelessly grabbed Gray''s hands and stared at him in reverence. "Someone like me?" Gray questioned the human girl while raising a brow in curiosity. His sights then turned to Rarsu as he asked for some help and clarification of the predicament he found himself in with her. "It''s a long story," Rarsu replied, realizing the look of plea that he was receiving from his apprentice. "I''ll tell you later when we get back to our home." Gray nodded in response as Liliane released her hand from him while still retaining her angelic smile. Of course, Lily did not disregard the rest of Gray''s companions out of respect, and all of them introduced themselves in return. The female druid''s excitement skyrocketed; however, when she finally got to meet Selena, particularly in person, having prior knowledge of the Sentinel back when she was a sparrow eavesdropping the soul-siblings for the last three months. Selena, upon feasting her eyes on the new girl, could not help but be threatened by her presence, clenching her fist tightly in a subtle manner as she was unquestionably annoyed at this stranger suddenly clinging to her brother rather closely earlier. Additionally, the female druid being a member of the Order certainly did not help her case. That, and the human girl was well-endowed, much to the Sentinel''s unliking. So yes, Selena found out about the dark emotion of jealousy on this memorable day. Of course, no one knew of her true emotions as a Sentinel, being both an asset and a liability at the same time, depending on the situation. As such, Selena simply nodded in acknowledgment to Lily, in favor of being reasonable and polite in this social endeavor. ''Y-yes.'' The Sentinel contained her annoyance at Lily as she spoke telepathically. ''I suppose it''s a pleasure to meet you as well.'' Lily smiled brightly in return. She treated the Sentinel girl''s gesture positively, grabbing and shaking her hand enthusiastically in the same manner as she did with Gray and slightly catching Selena off guard by such friendly actions. ''Hmm, perhaps I misjudge.'' Selena thought to herself as she decided to spare Lily of further hostilities. ''But I still don''t trust her.'' After the introductions were all said and done, Malic cleared his throat to catch everyone''s attention and instructed the group of four to impart at what they have managed to found out during their time in the cave. 85 Delicate affairs Around half an hour have passed after the quartet regaled Malic their story of what has transpired to them in the Bandit cavern camp, the latter was seen with a frowning look as he leaned his head with the support of his hands at his desk. "Hmm, this is truly disturbing." The Guild Master said as he remained collected despite the alarming reports that were detailed to him by Gray and his companions. "So, this incident is certainly connected to the seven Guild Warriors who have not reported here many days ago despite the estimated time already being passed in the completion of their respective contracts." "Yes, sir." It was Hans who made his voice known in the conversation with his posture remarkably firm. Thankfully, the young Warrior was out of his ragged state, having been given some decent civilian attire by Isamu while they were on the way here. Of course, Hans had the option of retiring first at his own quarters in the barracks for some rest since he was subjected to the gruesome tortures by the bandits for many days. Still, the young Warrior decided that such troubling information concerning the guild should not be delayed any further and came here with the group as soon as possible. Lily also told Gray and his companions that she was responsible for saving them via a magic circle that she conjured at the heat of that earthshaking moment a while back. "So, that magic circle," Gray said as he eyed Lily with a look of curiosity, delving into a conversation with her. "That was your doing, huh." "Yep!!" The orange-haired girl answered enthusiastically with a wide grin on her face. "The High Druid instructed me to monitor you at all times during the past three months as an unassuming little sparrow. When all of you entered the cave, I came in as well to follow. Believe me, I too was shocked when I felt that earthquake suddenly occurring all of a sudden. I did what I have to do to save you all by quickly turning back to my human self and summoned the magic circle from a hidden corner to bail you all out from that nasty scenario." "W-wait." The elf said as his demeanor instantly turned cautious around her. "You were stalking us for the past three months?!" "Stalking is such a strong word, don''t you think?" The female druid giggled cutely as she eyed Gray with a sweet smile of her own. "I believe the proper term is monitoring, as I have mentioned earlier. It''s all for your safety, of course. After all, it would be a shame if someone of your remarkable status would not be able to fulfill your task as per divinity''s intentions, hehe. That and your Master approve of it as he opted to leave me alone while in my line of work." "Uh-huh." The elf responded in unamusement, feeling slightly suspicious. He then turned his sights once more to Rarsu with an accusing look. "Care to explain, Master?" "Meh, she wasn''t doing any harm, so I allowed it." Rarsu nonchalantly shrugged his shoulders in response. "And because of that, you were saved from the earthquake, is it not? I may not like her Master, but even I could see the benefits that came into this arrangement. She''ll prove to be a valuable ally for you." "Right." Gray nodded in understanding despite his slight reluctance about the whole matter. He then turned his attention back to Lily, this time with an appreciative look. "Although I don''t appreciate the stalking, I suppose I''ll make this day an exception. You have our gratitude for saving us." "Anything for the good of this land and her people." Lily simply replied in acknowledgment with the same gesture of smile. While the talk between Gray and Lily was going on, Selena stared at them from the background with a calculating look. Her eyes focused suspiciously on the orange-haired girl, not exactly trusting her. After the elf finally dealing with his personal grievance to the human girl, the lizardling cleared his throat to call everyone''s attention for his remark about the current case they are in. "Hmm, first the thief and now an Alchemist with an obsession for music." Rarsu stroked his chin in thinking while still sitting on his chair. He then looked at Malic with a teasing grin. "So much for being a town renowned for its excellent security due to its Warrior populace, hehe." "Yes, such a pain in the ass indeed." Malic rubbed his temples due to the stress of their current predicament. "I believe I should suggest the Count in bolstering security in the outskirts of the town and deploy more patrols around the area." All of them agreed at the Guild Master''s remarks. "Anyways, now that we have some vital information about this potion loving freak, what''s our next course of action then?" Gray boldly asked two of the high ranked individuals of the town. "We wouldn''t just leave that asshole kidnapping people left and right, correct?" "Of course not," Rarsu replied to his apprentice. "But we can''t act rashly just like that, especially if our culprit is a man, a noble most likely with great influence from Flocaster. Not to mention, his music, hmm..." "Music and Flocaster." Gray pondered on the words, causing him to remember a certain event in the Fighter''s Retreat three months ago when he danced like a madman in his drunken introduction of the Gangnam Style to the tavern''s patrons, resulting with his invitation at the Bardic University of the said town. "I see. I believe that our Alchemist may also be a Bard." "A Bard¡­ yes, it''s a plausible conclusion." Rarsu nodded in agreement. "Or as I said earlier, perhaps some noble as well who possess some love for the musical arts. Either way, we know one important thing that he''s from Flocaster presumably." "Yes, a vital piece of knowledge that we got from this ordeal," Malic said as he conjured three pouch bag of gold coins from his Inventory and handed it to Gray and the others. "Well, if you don''t have anything more to say, then I believe this meeting is finally adjourned. Here is your reward for all of your troubles." With the quest being accomplished, the proper notification has greeted the trio, courtesy of the System as each one of them were granted their respective similar rewards. \u003cQUEST COMPLETE!!\u003e \u003cAt the Heart of Banditry II\u003e \u003cQuest Summary\u003e \u003cQuest Completion\u003e - Complete Malic''s task. [?] \u003cQuest Bonus\u003e - Find out about the Bandit''s plans [?] Quest Rewards granted: 4,000 XP, 2,000 Gold As a result, all of them leveled up by the XP that was granted by the System. Gray spent 2 attribute points in Intelligence, a point in Willpower, and two points Endurance this time around. As a Mage-Warrior hybrid, he''ll be alternating Speech, Dexterity, and Endurance until he''ll get the proper equipment that''ll boost his stats significantly, covering the weakness of the attribute that he is low at hopefully. The elf also felt that Willpower is a necessity as he doesn''t want to be succumbing to any mind-control spells or magic from anyone anytime soon, calling it a safety measure in his part. Isamu distributed his attribute points by allocating two in Strength as always, a point in Endurance, and the last two in Willpower, the last attribute for the same purpose as Gray as well as having a good amount of Stamina Regeneration in his physical combat power. Hopefully, there will be a nice \u003cChampion\u003e armor set waiting for him that''ll boost all of his needed stats remarkably. Selena''s case was the easiest as she usually allocated two points in Intelligence for spell-power, a point in Strength and Dexterity for close combat in conjunction with her \u003c Bane''s Embodiment\u003e, and a point in Endurance for some slight hardiness. Of course, like the rest of her companions, the girl also hopes for some gear of her own, which will increase her overall combat capabilities. As a Sentinel with a human body foundation, she is fortunately eligible in donning a gear that is otherwise restricted by some of her fellow kind with a more different kind of body shape or type. "So, what now then?" Gray inquired Rarsu and Malic. "Are you going to send someone to Flocaster to deal with the culprit?" "I''m afraid it''s not that simple," Malic answered the elf while shaking his head with a grimace. "Wait, are you saying that we''re just going to remain still while that alchemical son of a bitch is free to roam around abducting people whenever he pleases for his sick experimentation?" Gray definitely was not amused as he voiced out his opinion at the Guild Master. [+4 GOOD] "Nothing of the sort. We still have to follow the required protocol and consult the Count with such delicate matters first." Malic responded with a severe expression. "If the culprit is truly from Flocaster, then we have to be careful in our investigation as we have limited jurisdictions of the state of affairs from another town. Some of the nobility there can be quite fickle as per my experience of my ventures of that town in the past." "As much as I hate to admit, Malic here is right." Rarsu frowned at the old Warrior''s remarks. "Make no mistake, though, that Alchemist certainly will get the punishment that he deserved and knowing the Count, I''m sure he''ll share the same sentiment as us. There are still some sensitive procedures that we should not bypass for Chadena and Flocaster''s relationship to continuously flourish." "Hmm¡­ fine." Gray, despite being slightly in discord, agreed with them in the end as he has little power of such affairs. "Hopefully, the matter will be settle immediately." "Yes, if there''s nothing else, you may all take your leave," Malic instructed the young occupants of the office. "Rarsu and I will be having a chat with the Count later. As a result, we''ll be swamped today and won''t be available sometime until tomorrow. In the meantime, you are all free to do whatever you want. We''ll brief you sometime tomorrow regarding the result of our endeavors with Chadena''s court. We''ll be expecting that you''ll be available when the time comes." The group, including Lily, nodded as they all complied and left the office, having been granted freedom in this lovely afternoon that they find themselves in this current time of the day. 86 Of Boscage and children After making their report with Malic, the four now turned five finally departed the office as they go on about with their respective businesses, finding themselves at the barracks area of the Guild located on the second floor. Hans gave his final bow to his four acquaintances who he had the pleasure of meeting under such unfortunate circumstances which thankfully have circumvented due to them rescuing him. "Once again, you all have my sincere thanks for saving me from that horrifying place." The young guild warrior said with genuine gratitude on every word. "I could only shiver at the dreadful thought of suffering the same fate as Paul if you haven''t come to my rescue." "It''s nothing really." Gray smiled at him in a friendly manner. "I only did what''s right. And also, I get to test out two of my awesome new spells against those bandit bastards, so it''s somewhat an enjoyable experience for me, except the part where our lives were almost forfeited by the quake, hehe." [+2 GOOD] [+1 CHAOS] Hans returned the gesture with the same expression as he started saying his farewell to the group. "I suppose that this is where we part ways. Thankfully, the Guild Master was considerate during our meeting and granted me two weeks of recuperation in the Barracks without paying the rent with some gold coins to start. It''s certainly an honor meeting you all." "Same." Gray nodded with acknowledgment as he saw Hans making his leave to the direction of the quarters. With the five going back to four, Gray faced his companions and inquired them at what they are going to do next. "Well, we do need some rest after a long day of bandit hunting," Isamu suggested while crossing his muscular arms. "In the meantime, I''m heading back to the farmlands outside." "The farmlands?" Gray tilted his head in confusion, seeing as how Isamu is a guild member with a room that he called his own here in the barracks area. "I thought your training with that Krothu fellow is finally over?" "Haha, yeah." Isamu scratched the back of his head with a sheepish grin. "But Sir Krothu told me that I report to him after my business is done here with the Warrior''s Guild. As for his reason? He didn''t tell me. That and well..." A small blush instantly assumed on the cat-folk''s embarrassed face as with a sheepish grin. "I did declare something out of a divine''s holy name while death almost claimed us inside the cave. To not follow through with the actions honorably with sacred conduct would bring a great frown and disapproval with the God of War himself" [+3 ORDER] Hearing Isamu''s response, Gray realized the cat-folk''s state of embarrassment as a wide playful grin graced forth on his youthful face. "Well, my friend." The elf said. "I wish you nothing but the best of luck in your romantic affairs. I''m sure she''ll accept your confession despite your racial differences, haha. No offense, of course." Around two months ago, the first time when Isamu told Gray about the former''s love interest during their weekly drinking at the Fighter''s Retreat, the latter was a bit baffled at how the romantic affairs of this world work, given that a cat-folk like Isamu was attracted romantically to a human female like Sarah. The elf out of sheer curiosity, brought up that particular topic to Rarsu the moment when he went home that particular night, with the lizardling telling him that it''s indeed uncommon for two people of different races to pursue with one another in a romantic sense, but the circumstances are definitely not unheard of. Although such cases vary like how human-elf relationships are less rare than the intermingling of other races, given the somewhat similar physiology that each of the former in that relationship possesses. A notable example of this is the human Guild Master Malic with his elven wife, Shael. After being enlightened about the matter, Gray decided to not question it any further because hey¡­ different world, different beliefs. He''s not anymore bounded by the logic and laws of the previous world of where he came from and won''t be a racist ass about such sensitive matters. Although deep inside, the elf could not help but be disheartened a bit, seeing as he never had a girlfriend before, not even a single one back from his time on earth. Hopefully, things will turn out better for him in this brand new life of his in this fantasy-driven world. Nevertheless, Gray fully supported the cat-folk''s amorous endeavors, finding it slightly amusing at teasing Isamu with his comical reactions about the whole matter. Selena simply nodded in response, her eyes gleaming with amusement as she gave her approval with a thumbs up. ''Go get her, tiger.'' Lily merely tilted her head in confusion as she was left out of the three''s ongoing conversation. She was undoubtedly dense by the current state of romantic affairs that they are talking about, with her having no experience as well regarding the matter. *** With Isamu bidding his companions a hearty farewell, Gray and Selena now made their way into their home of the famed Magus'' Emporium for some rest. While the pair are walking, Selena could not help but feel distressed as she consulted her soul-brother regarding her alarming concern. ''Big Brother.'' Selena created a telepathic connection strictly only for the two of them as her voice sported nothing but unamusement. ''I can''t help but notice¡­ Why is she following us?'' Indeed, the ''she'' that the Sentinel is referring to is none other than Lily as the Druid was witnessed trailing behind and following the soul-siblings nonchalantly with a carefree demeanor. Gray and Selena turned her heads behind to looked at her for a moment. The female Druid beamed pleasantly in response and gave the two a friendly wave with her right hand. ''I''m not exactly sure, but I have a suspicion.'' Gray returned his attention back to Selena and answered in the same manner of mental communication. ''Probably to keep an eye on us constantly as instructed by this High Druid Master of hers.'' ''And we''re just going to allow it?'' Selena raised an eyebrow as she looked at the elf. ''She''s been stalking us for the past three months. I believe she has seen enough and I don''t trust her.'' ''Me too, sis. I''m not exactly comfortable with some stranger snooping into our affairs.'' Gray agreed with her. ''Still, Master kind of agreed with her in following us. Besides, she did save us from inevitable death, so I''ll be willing to give her the benefit of the doubt for now.'' ''I''m not sure.'' Selena was hesitant about her brother''s decision. ''I still can''t help but think that she has some ulterior motive behind in accompanying us. After all, she''s from the Order, and if what Master told about them is true, then we have every right to be wary, especially you Big Brother, being the Paragon and all.'' ''Well, I can''t deny that.'' Gray smirked mentally. ''But as the saying goes little sis, keep your friends close, and your enemies closer. If she monitors us, as she likes to call it, and we might as well do the same thing to her. If we can manage to soften up her edges, then we may be able to find out more about this High Druid that Master spoke venom of. I''m sure she won''t act rashly, and if she wanted us dead, then it would be more logical for her to leave us to our fate at the collapsing cave a while back.'' SPEECH CHECK: 29 SPEECH REQUIREMENTS: 27 \u003cPERSUASION SUCCESS!!\u003e RECEIVED 100 XP ''Hmm, you certainly have a point.'' Selena realized her brother''s intentions. ''Very well, Big Brother. I''ll try to be on communicable terms and be less hostile towards her.'' ''Thank you for the cooperation, sis.'' Gray nodded with approval at her choice. As the trio kept on walking, they eventually arrived at the Boscage, the Garden district that the siblings grew accustomed to for the whole duration of their stay in Chadena. "Look, it''s Big Brother Gray and his sister!!!" The three heard a child''s voice coming from a distance, turning their heads to locate the source of the sound. They all witnessed five children running towards their direction with cheerful smiles on their faces. "Hey, squirts!!!" Gray greeted them upfront with a grin as he was all too familiar with the children, being a common figure himself with Selena in the Boscage. He then ruffled the hair of the leader of the group, a young boy around seven years of age, like the rest of his fellow playmates. "Big Brother Gray, come play tag with us!!!" Another child voiced out with vigor as expected of his demeanor fitting for his age. "Yeah, and show us another of that cool magic of yours!!!" This time, it was a girl who excitedly yelled out. "The Gangnam Style, Big Brother, we want to see it again!!!" The tallest of the group said out loud with glee while mimicking the said dance style. Upon witnessing Gray being bombarded by the adorable children, a giggle was heard from Lily as she was unquestionably enamored by the heartwarming and funny scene. Selena, who was beside her, turned her attention to Lily, who was sporting a sincere expression of admiration at how Gray handled the children. ''Hmm.'' Selena continued to meticulously observe the female Druid''s reaction. ''I suppose she''s not a bad person, that''s a start." While the elf was talking happily with the group, he felt a tug on his robes coming from his side. Acknowledging the act, he saw a young girl with a sad look while clutching a small injured white rabbit on her arms. "B-big Brother Gray." The girl called out to him with a pleading expression, her eyes watery from the tears that she shed. "What''s wrong, Mary?" Gray appeared to recognize the young girl, having been accustomed to the children and their antics. So naturally, he knew each and one of their names as well. "It''s my pet rabbit, Mr. Pebbles," Mary uttered with a sorrowful frown as she presented Gray her wounded pet. "He has a bad wound on his leg." "A rabbit, huh." Gray paled a bit slightly as a certain unwanted memory seemed to have resurfaced in his mind, involving his first encounter with a particular rabbit that welcomed him first here in Silverhart by ripping out his arm. Of course, he would help Mary to the best of his abilities and won''t be an unreasonable bastard just because of his dark experience with the poor creature''s rabid kind. "I believe I have some herbs from my Inventory that will help him." As Gray was about to perform the medication; however, he was stopped by Lily as she approached him and Mary with a comforting look on her face. "Allow me." The Druid offered to help the young child in distress as she gestured for the permission of touching the rabbit. "I can heal him more effectively with my magic." Mary timidly looked at Lily as she nodded and accepted the Druid''s help. The Druid then touched the rabbit as a glowing green light suddenly appeared from her hand, spreading it throughout the injured animal. As the light dissipated, so does the wound as the rabbit instantly got back up and started sniffing Mary''s hand, much to the young girl''s utmost joy. "Wow, Mr. Pebbles'' wound is all gone now!!!" Mary yelled happily as she looked at Lily with an appreciative expression. "Thank you, Big Sister!!!" Lily simply smiled sweetly in response, as she too patted the girl''s hair just how Gray did to one of the other children earlier. Gray and even Selena could only nod in approval at the kind act that Lily displayed to Mary. "A Healer, huh," Gray commented as he stood closer beside her, impressed by her act. "That''s really kind of you." "The poor creature was suffering and would perish if no immediate action is undertaken," Lily responded with a sympathetic tone. "As a Druid, I can feel an animal''s pain to a deeper level. No innocent animal deserved such an unfateful end." "Right." Gray agreed with her as he saw Selena this time being comically nudged by the children to play with them. "Well, I don''t know about you, but I''m going to indulge my inner child with some game of tag. You''re free to join us if you want." And with that, Gray left Lily''s side as he joined Selena and the children to play at the garden park of the Boscage. Lily merely chuckled hilariously as he saw the elf running around the area playing tag with Selena and the children. ''Gray Allister.'' The female Druid thought with a smile as she concluded her observations regarding the elf for the past three months. ''He''s kind and gentle, especially to the children. At the same time, he''s also ruthless and won''t hesitate to do whatever means necessary to take down his adversaries and achieve his goals. Master seemed cynical about Mister Gray''s personality though as per my reports to him, being a walking time bomb that would either be a great asset or a detrimental liability as told by his own words. I should continue my observations about him to perceive his worth in joining the Order while at the same time, befriending him.'' 87 Lovers Grace Back at Chadena''s farmlands, Isamu made his stop first at Krothu''s manor to find out what the orc has in store for him after his mission with Gray and the others is now fulfilled. Standing in front of the huge house, Isamu approached and knocked on the door entrance to see if the orc he is looking for is inside. After waiting for around a minute, the door opened, revealing to be none other than the \u003cChampion\u003e / Baron himself. "Look who''s finally here!!" A welcoming grin assumed on Krothu''s face upon seeing his cat-folk protege greeting him outside of his house. He then gestured Isamu to come inside as they begin their talk in the living room with him sitting down and allowing the cat-folk as well to do the same as a respected guest. "Back from Malic''s fateful errand, I see. I hope the mission was not any trouble for you. Otherwise, I would bring you back into training and whip you more into shape, hahaha." "So, you know, huh, sir," Isamu answered with a look of curiosity as he accepted the orc''s kind gesture of sitting. "Only the general overview of your mission affirming a simple bandit elimination as told to me by Malic," Krothu said smirking with his arms crossed. "Well, I can''t say that the mission is simple exactly, sir." Isamu chuckled in response to the adjective used to describe the quest. "We encountered something quite unexpected during our endeavours." "Oh? Do tell." Krothu replied, now assuming a look of intrigue about this. "I wonder how mere bandits were able to give you and your little band a hard time?" "Not the bandits, sir." Isamu shook his head in disagreement. "Alchemy and magic were involved in the operation." "I see." Krothu''s expression instantly shifted into a grimace as he heard the two grim factors in the cat-folk''s statement. "Continue." Isamu nodded as he started to fill in his Master regarding the whole thing that he and his companions have experienced inside the cave, without leaving out any single one of the gruesome details that were involved. After being enlightened about the whole matter, Krothu rubbed his chin with a stern look, speaking out his point of view about the issue that his protege found himself in. "So, an alchemist conducting some experimentations of who knows what to our fellow guild warriors." Krothu scowled with his sharp teeth-baring for the cat-folk to see. Isamu could definitely see the now angered expression of his Master''s beastly face. Krothu, despite all that, managed to maintain his composure in the end as succumbing to his rage is of no use now at this very moment. The orc controlled his poise with a deep breath as he said. "I honestly hope that you gave the bandits a fitting death that they deserved." "Yes, sir," Isamu said in full agreement, feeling the same sentiment as his Master. "We spared not a single one of them and made sure every one of their blood was drawn by my own blade and my two companions'' magic." "Good, at least justice was served to a considerable extent today. If that son of a bitch is from Flocaster, then we should be sending someone to investigate there." Krothu shared his view about the matter with a scowl. Deciding that it''s no use to be enraged even further, the orc changed the topic immediately. "Anyways, you must be wondering as to why I required you to report to me after your business with the guild." Isamu merely nodded in response. "I believe I haven''t imparted you with something that officially marked the completion of your training regime under me." The orc spoke up with a smile. He then took out a crimson red scarf from his Inventory and handed it to the cat-folk. "This scarf has served me well ever since I was a youth starting out his journey at the valleys of Wolfhead." As Isamu received the item, the System notified him of its stats and item description for him to perceive. \u003cBattle Scarf of the Warlord\u003e (Legendary Accessory) [Levels Up with the User] Lvl Requirement: 20 Attribute Requirement: 49 Strength, 30 Endurance Enchantments: +13 Strength, +10 Willpower, +6 Speech, \u003cChampion\u003e skills are 10% more effective. Item Description: A scarf owned by the \u003cChampion\u003e Krothu. The prominent clothing has experienced many battles throughout the years, used ever since the beginning of Krothu''s various exploits throughout Silverhart. "I¡­ I''m honoured Sir Krothu." Isamu was beyond shocked upon being granted such a powerful item just like that. "Forgive me for sounding doubtful, but to part me with an item of legendary status¡­ it''s absolutely unreal." "I''d prefer someone who I can trust use it for the greater good rather than the item lingering wastefully inside my Inventory until the time has come for me to meet the Divines, haha." Krothu chuckled heartily in a cordial manner. "Besides, I haven''t seen any action in a while, and at this old age, I believe I''m quite content with the life I currently have of being a Baron and managing my own land and people." Krothu took some time to paused for a moment as he held a serene smile. "I''ve seen enough bloodshed during the past, and I believe it''s time that I finally put those days behind. I know it''s strange for a battle-loving Orc to speak such things, but by Wynather''s grace, I found my calling here in the farmlands as I made my peace. Of course, I would still offer my contributions to the guild every now and then. It''s time for youngsters such as yourself to take the mantle in making this land a better place for the people." Isamu nodded as he was still flabbergasted by this current situation that he is in. In a short while, the cat-folk regained his composure as he now stood proudly in an upright manner and gave a sincere bow of the head to his orc Master. "Thank you, sir. I''ll wield the scarf proudly and won''t let you down." Isamu said with utmost sincerity on his every word. After that, he did just as he stated and donned the scarf in its legendary splendour, feeling the item''s beneficial enchantments in an instant. Krothu nodded approvingly at seeing his protege donning his scarf, a feeling of nostalgia invading him as he reminisced his glory days as a young, fierce warrior whose name echoed around the corners of the land. "And with that, you are free to pursue your path of goodness as you see fit." Krothu imparted his wisdom while tapping the cat-folk''s shoulder like how a father-figure does. "And my final advice to you, never give in to pride and arrogance as it''ll cost you everything, especially the ones you hold dear." "Yes, sir," Isamu said with complete confidence and enthusiasm as he gave the orc a salute of utmost appreciation. After everything is said and done, Isamu''s meeting with Krothu has finally concluded, with the latter receiving a legendary item that will aid him and his companions in the future battles and trials that they are going to face. *** Departing from Krothu''s Manor, Isamu''s next course of action is to look for a certain young maiden that he intends to woo and pursuit in the name of love. While on his ventures, wondering throughout the familiar farmlands of Chadena that he grew to love, the cat-folk encountered an old man that he knew all too well during his farming days. The man is currently overseeing the farm work as he meticulously eyed every farmer around the vicinity from a distance at where he''s at. "Elder Bren." Isamu smiled politely as he greeted the older farmer. "Ah, lad." Bren returned the gesture with his own smile. "It''s nice to see you here. For a second, I thought you wouldn''t be here anymore since I heard that you are now finished with your training with Baron Krothu." "Don''t worry, I''ll make sure to visit from time to time," Isamu assured the old man. "So, do you know where Sarah is?" "She''s at the barn tending to the animals," Bren said as he raised his eyebrow with intrigue. "Why do you ask?" Seeing no more reason to hide his clear feelings for the girl, Isamu told him about his intentions. That, and Bren already knew something is going on between Isamu and Sarah, so it would be of no use to be so defensive regarding the matters of love affairs. With a will of high resolve and determination, Isamu spoke up with his tone steadfast. "I intend to finally confess my love for her." "Really?!!" Bren''s face lit up with extreme vigour and excitement, very much in contrast to the appearance of his old warring age. "Well, it''s about time lad!!! I''m sure the lass will be thrilled upon hearing the news!!" "Hehe, I hope so." Isamu scratched the back of his head nervously. "Well, I''m off to the barn now, thanks." "Wait." A stern look swiftly graced forth on Bren''s face as an idea struck within him and quickly halted the cat-folk of his intentions to turn around. "Before getting down to your confession, why don''t you practice to me first. I may not look like it, but I too had my fair share of experience with the ladies during my youth, haha." "Practice?" Isamu questioned the old man. "Well, I supposed I could use one to not embarrass myself in the actual scenario." "Good." Bren grinned in response as he tilted his head slightly a bit to the right and begun suspiciously gesturing hand signs at Isamu''s back, much to the cat-folk''s confusion. ''Wait, I sense someone familiar from behind.'' As Isamu was about to turn to his back to clarify his uncertainty, Bren instantly held Isamu''s head with his hands and held him still to prevent what the cat-folk is about to do. "First lesson of confessing to a maiden, never turn to your back at all cost!!" Bren instructed him as he slowly released his grasp from Isamu. "It''s uh¡­ disrespectful and cowardly at the same time to do such deeds and is deemed vulgar in the eyes of the lady. A lady prefers a man reverberating with an aura of confidence as he faces the soon to be the love of his life emanating with unyielding courage." "Alright." Isamu was baffled as to why Bren is overreacting at this very moment. But seeing the logic behind the old man''s advice, the cat-folk decided to play along. ''Seriously, that sweet flowery scent behind me is awfully familiar.'' "Now, I want you to begin your confession by stating why you love this girl and be truthful with your every word so that I can check it for myself. Trust me, many ladies are capable of seeing through the lies and venom pouring out from an insincere man''s confession. Oh, and don''t forget to say her name tenderly while doing so. As a matter of fact, think of it as I''m the very lady that you so desire at this very moment." Bren looked at Isamu directly with a grim expression. "Very well." Isamu nodded as he hardened his resolve and begun speaking out his feelings from the heart. "Sarah, when we first met, you gave an impression of a fun-loving girl with a free spirit, shining brightly like the beautiful sunshine. Your smile is a grandeur sight, bringing warmth and comfort into my heart, blissfully energizing me as I could not help but be captivated by it. Whenever I hear your laughter, it''s like a wonderful melody of music that merrily made my heart flutter at every tone." Isamu paused for a moment to think up more of what he is going to say. "Keep going lad, you''re doing great." Bren encouraged him with an approving smirk. Isamu nodded as he continued. "And your angelic eyes, I can''t help but be lost by its exalted brilliance, The more time that I spend with you, the more I realize this stirring feeling of the butterflies inside me despite the bravado that I''ve been displaying to you. My heart yearns for you, I want nothing more than to be deserving of your affection. I love you, Sarah Ancret." With the cat-folk''s confession over, the old man''s grin turned even wider. "What an extraordinary and genuine confession lad. I''m sure the beautiful young lass behind you is erupting with joy at hearing such heartwarming confession." "Behind huh." Isamu was stricken with nervousness as he heard a sound of something dropping coming from behind. Turning to his back, the cat-folk''s eyes widen with shock upon seeing Sarah with her mouth agape and her face thoroughly flushed and red as the ripe apples inside the basket that she has dropped below due the extreme astonishment of hearing the emotionally uplifting words coming straight from the cat-folk''s chivalrous mouth. "I, I ¡­ uh..." Sarah stuttered on her speech as she utterly failed to express her feelings with words while her mind turned completely blank from this unexpected turn of events. ''Damn it, it really is her from behind!!!'' Isamu thought with the same amount of redness now present on his completely flustered look. ''This is really awkward. That damn old man!!'' Of course, the feeling is mutual as she wanted nothing more than to return the cat-folk''s feelings right here and now with a loving kiss. Although her body functions seemed to have completely shut down from sheer embarrassment as she could not handle the sudden revelation and fainted on the spot. "Sarah!!" Isamu panicked and immediately went to her side down the ground to provide assistance as he supported her body. Bren shook his head in amusement as he felt accomplished at the new-found relationship that he has provided to two young lovebirds. "The Goddess of Love, Era indeed smiled this very day as she nurtures her blessings of love to them both." As Isamu was tending to Sarah''s well-being, the System Notification greeted them with a new message. PERMANENT BLESSING RECEIVED: \u003cLover''s Grace\u003e 88 Comical state of romantic affairs \u003cLover''s Grace\u003e - Genuine lovers of every background are blessed perpetually by the Goddess of Love, Era. As such, Healing effects to you are increased by 15%, and whenever you spend time with your lover, your Speech and Luck increases by 15 points. That''s the description that was given to Isamu by the System shortly after he received the blessing. After reading the blessing, the cat-folk dismissed the notification in favor of looking at Sarah, who is currently lying unconscious on her bed at her home moments later. After a few minutes, Sarah''s eyes slowly turn open, and the first thing that her sight greeted is her feline love-interest, who she has been secretly admiring for the past three months. Even after the cat-folk finished his farming duties in pursuit of his training with the orc Baron, Sarah visited him very often after work as she definitely enjoys spending time with Isamu after a long day of work in the fields. "I-isamu." The brown-haired young woman stuttered in surprise as she initiated the conversation with him and smiled awkwardly with a huge blush on her beautiful face. "I just had a bizarre dream, hehe. It involves you practicing some love confession to old man Bren, and I was behind you two witnessing it all. Funny, right?" "About that." Isamu looked away slightly a bit shyly with his appearance red. "It''s not a dream. That confession is unquestionably meant for you." "Oh!!" Sarah''s reaction became even more flustered as she fidgeted her fingers timidly, unbecoming of her usual outgoing personality. "I¡­, I see. Old man Bren sure likes to make fun out of us, hehe. Oh my, is it getting hot in here?" "Sarah." Isamu, at this moment, abandoned all reservedness as he looked at his love-interest with a stern look, much to the girl''s utmost surprise. "I know that my confession was all too sudden, and I can understand your hesitance and reject me since I''m a cat-folk and of a much different race. But even so, I-" Isamu was spared no chance whatsoever in finishing his statement as Sarah suddenly pulled him to her by his scarf and immediately wasted no time as she kissed the cat-folk to the lips right here and now. Indeed, Isamu''s eyes widen at this sudden and heart-stirring action as both of them shared the beautiful moment of their lips lovingly touching with one another willingly, closing their eyes in a state of sensational bliss. Sadly, all good things must come to an end as both of them released themselves from the warm grasp that they find themselves in. Sarah, with all her shyness and awkwardness finally gone, looked at the cat-folk straight in the eyes with a determined look, fitting for a strong woman such as her. "Don''t you ever say that." The young woman said firmly, causing Isamu to be taken aback by the serious look that she is displaying to him. "It matters not what race you are. I fell in love with you because of your pleasant company and personality, and my heart quivers uncontrollably whenever you are around with me. I love you too, Isamu, and that''s the only thing that matters." "S-sarah," Isamu uttered her name with the utmost affection. "You made me the happiest cat-folk, no¡­ happiest mortal man here in Silverhart. I''m incredibly lucky and honored to have a lovely woman, such as yourself in my life." "Isamu." Additional words were no longer necessary as both of them wanted to taste the sweet sensation of their lips touching once more. With passion burning right at their very eyes, the newly formed couple kissed tenderly as they found solace in each other''s presence, wanting this precious moment to last indefinitely. "Oh my!!" An older female''s voice was heard, causing the lovers'' moment to abruptly stop as two figures made themselves known and interrupted the romantic scene. One of the figures, someone that the couple knew all too well, was no other than Bren himself, the old farmer who contributed to the inception of Isamu and Sarah''s relationship in a comical manner. Beside him is a woman on her forties with long brown hair styled in a ponytail. Despite her age, one is not so blind to see that she still possesses a significant amount of beauty and refinement. "Haha, they made quite a loving pair, right, Hannah?" Bren chuckled as he witnessed them in an awkward moment. "Why, yes." The woman seemed to have agreed with the old man as she chuckled heartily. "My daughter certainly has chosen a rather unique person as her partner." "E-elder Bren, Ma''am Hannah!!" Isamu was beyond shocked upon seeing the two familiar figures interrupting them, most notably the woman Hannah, who is actually the mother of the lady that he was kissing a few moments ago. "Let me explain!!" "Oh, you don''t have to, lad." Bren snickered in response to the couple. "As a devout follower of Lady Era, I know very well about matters relating to the affairs of love." "Right," Isamu answered in a sheepish voice. He then turned his attention to Hannah with a flustered look. "Your daughter and I, we-" "No worries, young man," Hannah assured the cat-folk as she waved her hand in a dismissing yet friendly manner. "My daughter has been passionately talking about you non-stop whenever we came back home from work. Frankly speaking, it''s rather getting old as I hear her speeches almost every night of how her heart greatly yearns for you and many other things. With her finally gaining the love of her romantic interest, I would be spared from all the restless talking, haha." "M-mother!!!." Sarah voiced out her shame as she looked the older woman. "Stop embarrassing me in front of my beloved!!" "Oh, beloved, now is it?" Hannah took joy in teasing her daughter even further. "My daughter truly has become a woman today." Sarah simply held her bedsheets and used it to cover her flustered face in sheer embarrassment about the whole matter. ''W-wow.'' Isamu blinked in delightful surprise about how Hannah reacted positively regarding her daughter''s case. ''She''s rather open-minded about this.'' "Why don''t you two stay for dinner?" Hanna offered Isamu and Bren in a welcoming manner. "I would love to talk to dear Isamu here about why he chose a mischievous girl like my daughter." "We don''t want to intrude, ma''am." Isamu displayed his modesty as he politely disagreed. "Nonsense!! I''m sure my daughter would be thrilled to be dining alongside you." Hannah insisted with a smile. "If both of you are ready to step out of this room, you may wait at the dining table. Daughter, be a dear and help me with the cooking." "Yes, mother." Sarah merely shook her head and sighed at her mother''s antics. As soon as Hannah left to cook for dinner, Isamu and Sarah eyed Bren with an accusing look. "You conniving old man," Isamu said with an amused grin. "You planned for this to happen, didn''t you?" "Haha, of course!!" Bren laughed earnestly as he playfully tapped the cat-folk''s shoulders. "It''s nice to see young people genuinely expressing their love with one another. As one of Lady Era''s worshipers, it''s my duty and pleasure to bring two lovebirds together in a relationship born out of sincere romance." "I suppose." It was Sarah who spoke up as she got up from the bed and approached the two men. "As much as I prefer Isamu confessing directly in front of me, you both have our thanks for your contributions in making this relationship of ours a reality." "Your very welcome." Bren nodded gratefully at the thanks that he received. "Well, let''s go out now, shall we? We don''t want to keep your mother waiting." With that, Bren went out first as he left the lovers alone once more inside the room. Isamu and Sarah turned to look with one another intimately as they affectionately held hands before following Bren behind. Indeed, it was the start of a budding new romance for the cat-folk and human. *** Around a week has passed, and no news, unfortunately, has still been discovered regarding the issue about the Alchemist who was responsible for the missing Guild members. Instead of thinking about the dark issue too much, the cat-folk together with his beloved Sarah found themselves in the Fighter''s Retreat this early afternoon of Septima for some quality time together as they sat beside one another near a table. The couple is not alone however, as they were accompanied by Gray and Selena, who was sitting as well in front of them. It was at this moment where Sarah was introduced personally by Isamu to his friends. Sarah was undoubtedly astonished when she found out that Selena is really a Sentinel, but Isamu, with the help of Gray, explained that the girl''s situation. Of course, they tweaked the story a little to not accidentally reveal Gray of his Paragon status, stating that she was born out of a scientific magic experiment of some sort by the elf''s master, Rarsu. After some enjoyable chatting, the elf currently is witnessed to be laughing in entertainment when Sarah regaled the tale of how Isamu confessed his love to her as they got together. "Buwahahahahaha!!!!" Gray failed to contain his merriment upon hearing the story as he almost spitted out the ale that he was currently drinking. "Isamu really did that?!! I never pictured him to be a romantic type, to be honest." Selena raised an eyebrow in amusement as she looked at Isamu with mental amusement. ''Huh, way to go, Love Tiger.'' "P-please, just stop." Isamu palmed his head in slight embarrassment with a small blush on his furry face. He then eyed his significant other with a look of deadpan. "Was it necessary to tell them of that embarrassing moment?" "And why not?" Sarah smirked at him in amusement. "That''s the sweetest thing that anyone has ever said to me in my whole life. Besides, all of the farmers already knew of it, so why not the entire town as well?" "She sure is a keeper, Isamu." Gray stopped his laughter as he was genuinely happy for his friend''s success. "You''re indeed a lucky man err¡­ cat." "Isn''t he?" Sarah agreed with the elf. A fun idea suddenly struck inside her head as he then proceeded to reach out to her lover''s chin and caress it adoringly. "And if you pet him here, you can see that he''s no different to a lovable little kitten." Indeed, Isamu''s reaction was utterly unbecoming of him. They all heard him purr hilariously as a result of Sarah performing the tender act like how someone does to a typical housecat. Gray cackled while clutching his stomach in comedic pain. Simultaneously, Selena, not capable of concrete laughter, expressed the emotion by assuming telepathy inside all of her companion''s minds and giggled inside their heads instead. As a result, Isamu twitched his head in annoyance at being subjected to the friendly mocking of his companions. "S-sarah, damn it." Isamu was weak on his knees as he eventually succumbs to the pleasure of being stroked to the chin by his dear woman. A few moments later, Sarah was satisfied with her petting as she released her hand from Isamu. "Kah, please don''t do that again, at least not in public." Isamu reddened furiously in response, with his eyes closed. "Sorry, sorry, I just couldn''t resist. You''re just so cute and cuddly when you look and act like that, hehe." Sarah tapped her cat-folk lover''s shoulder playfully in response. Isamu simply shook his head amusingly in response to Sarah''s playful nature. After all, it''s one of the qualities that he so loves about the girl despite not admitting it. "Anyways." The cat-folk said to Gray as he decided to shift the topic of the conversation, more specifically, regarding a particular female druid. "Where''s that sparrow girl that has been following you, by the way?" "Right above us," Gray replied nonchalantly as he pointed up at a wooden platform in the ceiling where Lily in her animal form is seen to be perching in a relaxing manner while keeping an eye vigilantly on the group. "Apparently, she''s not comfortable with crowded places and decided to watch us from a distance." Isamu shrugged his shoulders in acknowledgment as the four of them continued their chat. "Sir Gray Allister?" While in their talking, a young man in his early teens wearing a long-sleeved white shirt and brown pants made his presence known to the group. Young Man Lvl 8 \u003cSilverhartian\u003e Health: 912 / 912 Stamina: 670 / 670 Mana: 190 / 190 "Yes?" The elf said as he and his companions looked at the boy in acknowledgment, wondering what''s his business with him. The boy then conjured a sealed letter and from his Inventory and gave it to Gray. "I came here by the order of our good Count as he cordially invites you, Lady Selena Allister, and Sir Isamu Meiyo to the royal court inside his keep this afternoon today at 4:00 pm sharp. That letter shall serve as your Invitation for you and your companions so that the guards will grant you entry without issue." "The Count?" Gray titled his head in puzzlement. "Can you kindly tell me his business with someone like us?" "I don''t know, good sir." The young man replied with a slight frown. "I only did what was instructed to me by our liege." "Alright." Gray nodded as he eyed the young man in appreciation. "Thanks for the message." With his task complete, the young man bowed down in acknowledgment as he respectfully took his leave from the group''s table. "Strange." Isamu voiced out his view about the matter. "I wonder what the Ruler of Chadena himself wants with us?" "Who knows," Gray said as he took a sip from his glass of ale. "We might as well not dwell about it and find out by meeting him in person." "Let''s depart then right away." Isamu nodded in agreement. He then faced Sarah as he gave her a goodbye kiss to the lips. "I''ll see you again tonight later at your home?" "Yes." Sarah nodded happily at the loving gesture that she received. "Don''t be too late." After bidding farewell to Sarah, the trio, with Lily trailing behind to follow them, left the tavern as they made their way into the keep at the Administration District to meet up with the Count of Chadena in person. 89 Rising to the hierarchy Chadena''s Administration District is where the citizens conduct their business with the town''s governing body as they interact with the proper government authorities for whatever case they have consulted within the affairs of the town itself. Aside from the Residential District, where citizens ranging from the common-folk to the middle-class have made their residence, the Administration District is also the place where many of the high-class individuals make up most of the nobility live. As such, when a person of the lower class visited this district, they are usually met with the scrutinizing eyes of the nobles as they watch their juniors from the lower-class in judgment. Of course, this does not necessarily mean that the nobles have ill-intent to the commoners, merely tolerance if one accurately defines it. After all, peasants and people of low-blood have their uses in the social hierarchy as they work under their noble lords, mostly for the benefit of the latter as their purse turned heavier with coin in each passing day. Although the nobles won''t hesitate to deliver judgment and are given considerable reign in enacting justice to them as to how they interpret the laws and customs that make up the solid foundations of the town and land overall. Of course, there are also outstanding nobles who are renowned to be quite good and benevolent to their subjects, taking into consideration of their well-being. A good example of this is the distinguished orc Baron Krothu who oversaw the farmlands on the outskirts of Chadena. As Gray and the gang trek to the district''s streets, the trio, plus Lily, who was slightly above them flying on her sparrow form, eventually arrived in front of a stoned keep that easily towered every building in its vicinity. The keep is known as the Lion''s Keep, a small castle where the Count and his royal court reside. A drawbridge makes up the entrance of the keep as a wooden bridge leads to a gateway, capable of raising or lowering to allow or prevent entry into the castle, and is spanned by a moat as means of further defense. The guards overlooking the entrance watched the approaching group of the elf with wary eyes as they held their weapons firmly and scanned them for any factor that''s a potential for danger. "Greetings, citizen." One of the guards greeted Gray with an acceptable non-hostile tone, fitting for someone of his status. "I''m sure you are well aware, but no visitors are allowed to freely enter the keep unless one is an esteemed noble, a castle worker, or having been granted an audience by the good Count himself." "Ah, then I believe we''re of the third option," Gray spoke diplomatically as he presented the letter that the messenger had given him a few moments ago when they were inside the tavern. The guard nodded as he accepted the letter and begun reading it. After a minute, the guard gave the message back to Gray and said. "Ah, you must be Sir Gray Allister together with his companions, Lady Selena Allister and Sir Isamu Meiyo, correct?" "Yes," Gray answered in agreement. "I believe the Count is expecting us?" "Of course, our Countship has been anticipating your arrival." The guard replied with a welcoming tone. "If you would kindly wait first at the castle grounds good sirs and lady, for we''ll inform one of the servants to guide you inside." "Very well," Gray responded with a nod as they were officially granted entry by the guard and made their way into the area of the castle that was instructed to them. Arriving at the castle grounds, the first thing that the group noticed is the significant number of guards at an open field as an old militia instructor conducted the usual military drills and training to hone their skills and fundamentals in combat as expected of their combat background for the protection of the town. Isamu''s eyes wander at the training field as he meticulously looked at the guards performing different combat exercises and commented on their performance inside his mind. ''Hmm, not bad, but they need to improve their footwork and the grip on their weapon. Based on their performance and stats, they appear to be new recruits and are training in preparation to be a guard or soldier to be garrisoned here. Most Guild Warriors can definitely do better than these poor sods.'' After a few minutes of waiting, a middle-aged man emerged outside from the castle door. He has short brown hair with a neat mustache and a goatee. The man was also clad in a light blue gambeson and a pair of brown shoes. Upon setting his sights on Gray''s group, he approached as he greeted them with a stylish bow. "Greetings Sir Allister and company." The man''s voice was resonating with a sophisticated vibe, giving the impression of a well-educated individual trained in the arts of speechcraft. "My name is Howard Belington, steward and chamberlain of the humble Count himself. I have been assigned by my liege to guide you to his Countship''s royal court. Since I already know all your names, we might as well keep skip through the pleasantries and proceed immediately. It''s disrespectful to keep the Count waiting after all." Howard Belington Level 25 Health: 3,025 / 3,025 Stamina: 1,317 / 1,317 Mana: 300 / 300 After verifying the chamberlain, Howard''s stats, Gray and the others nodded in understanding as Howard gestured them all to follow and enter the keep with him. Lily, still in her sparrow form, followed them discretely as she went inside with them. Standing inside the hallway, Gray and his companions could not help but be impressed by the sight presented to them. A long table made itself known in front of them, filled with luxurious meals of all kinds as expected of the nobility. Eyeing further past the table and into the hallway, a throne above a small stairway was seen at the very end. Gray noticed that the throne was empty as he inquired Howard about it. "Where''s the Count? I thought he is supposed to meet us." "You''ll meet him inside his private office together with two of his trusted advisors." Howard simply answered the elf nonchalantly as they kept on walking. The elf shrugged in agreement, satisfied with the steward''s response. The group was led upstairs to the second floor, where they eventually stop at the door inside a corridor that they entered. "This is the Count''s private office," Howard said in a lecturing tone. "I expect that you conduct yourself with proper bearing in the face of nobility and watch your words carefully with respect. The group is to stand before the Ruler of Chadena, one of the King''s most loyal vassals and commanders. As per his benevolence, only a simple bow from the waist shall suffice when you greet him." "Alright." Gray nodded in satisfaction, seeing no good reason to be a defiant cunt. He may harbor indifference to the nobility as per his observations during his three-month stay here in Chadena, but it''s not a big deal, and he''ll just save the trouble and be a respectful young man. Besides, pissing off the nobility is a lot more complicated with dire consequences, and Gray does not want any complications as long as they don''t bother him and behave like the respected nobles that they really are. Howard returns the nod with approval as he opened the door and entered together with Gray''s group. In Lily''s case, she went inside in a subtle manner as she perched somewhere nearby to observe the scenario that''s about to unfold. As they stood foot inside the Count''s office, the group''s eyes widen with surprise upon seeing two familiar figures that they all knew too well. ''Wait.'' Gray thought in sheer wonder. ''What''s Master and the Guild Master doing here?'' Although Gray and his companions knew better than to concretely expressed their similar thoughts as he saw Malic and Rarsu eyeing them with the most serious of looks. That and the older man who was sitting on his chair at his office desk looked at them with the same expression, most notably at Gray meticulously from head to toe. "Count Randalf, sir." Howard bowed down his upper body sincerely with the utmost of respect and grace. "I present to you, Sir Gray Allister, together with Sir Isamu Meiyo and Lady Selena Allister." On cue, the group bowed down and exhibited the minimal courtesy of greeting when addressing someone of a considerably higher status on the social ladder. "Leave us, Howard." The man sitting from his desk emanated an aura of authority as he instructed the chamberlain. "Of course, my liege." Howard nodded as he quickly did so with regard. With the chamberlain finally out of the way, the Count cleared his throat to call everyone''s attention as he crossed his arms. Gray also took a quick moment to take a closer observation at the Count, a man resonating with a commanding demeanor fitting indeed to his status as the ruler of the town. He is of middle age, with pale blonde hair, light-blue eyes. Time seemed to be kind to him as he still manifests some youthful features on his face. He is clad in a brocade outer jacket, a quilted wheat-colored coat similar to a gambeson. Count of Chadena Level 31 Health: 4,315 / 4,315 Stamina: 1,612 / 1,612 Mana: 390 / 390 ''Wow, the Count sure is powerful.'' Were Gray''s thought upon seeing the man''s impressive status bar. ''I guess strength must also be a factor in determining one''s worth in ruling a land.'' "I''m sure you already know my name, but formality dictates that we adhere to a set of social standards that separate us from debased animals." The Count said as he smiled. "My name is Randalf Lionheart the Third, ruler of this beloved town of Chadena." "I''m Gray Allister, Count Randalf, sir. It''s a great privilege to finally meet his kind Countship in person." Gray introduced himself with great poise and elegance without a single stutter on the way he speaks, fitting for a refined elf as he was aware of the etiquette of a higher decorum, having been taught a thing or two by Rarsu aside from magic should he find a situation of him socializing with a noble as to not make a fool of himself. Apart from that, he also learned from the various games and media he encountered from his previous life on earth, so he won''t be suspected as an ignorant peasant wandering around the wrong place of the town. Social protocol also dictates that when the person introducing himself has companions, then he should be introducing them as well. "And these are my esteemed companions, Isamu Meiyo, and Selena Allister." [+2 ORDER] "I see." Randalf nodded approvingly, impressed at the social display that Gray is exhibiting to him. "It appears that your apprentice is well-taught in the art of social undertakings, Rarsu. You''ve done well." "I thank you for such kind words." Rarsu bowed down with appreciation. "Indeed," Randalf said as he faced the group once more. "I suppose you are wondering as to why I''ve called you and your little band here." "Yes, sir," Gray said in acknowledgment. Randalf placed his hands at his desk in a relaxing manner and leaned his face a little closer to get a little more comfortable as he assumed an intrigued expression. He then pops out a rather surprising question, causing Gray and his companions to be taken aback. "Gray Allister, no¡­ Paragon Gray Allister. What do you say about joining the ranks of nobility?" 90 Nobility and Knighthood Gray blinked in utter surprise upon what the Count has offered to him, no doubt flabbergasted by the question. His companions, Isamu, Selena, and yes, even Lily shared the same sentiment as the elf as they were stunned at the very spot they were respectively in. "Paragon?" Gray could not help but question the Count, now feeling cautious about his legendary status being actually known by Chadena''s ruler. Finding no good sense to deny such a statement, the elf then inquired. "If I may ask, how do you know of my status?" "Like the case of Malic of course, I too have received the ancient words of your legendary coming by a letter from the same man," Randalf answered with a smile. Then, he assured the elf. "Before you ask any further, you don''t have to worry about your status being revealed to the public. Only a very few trusted and good-willed people know of you as we are willing to keep your secret with us to the very grave. Of course, it''s still your choice whether you wish to reveal your status to the public but I highly advise against it, all for your safety. Although the secret one way or another will still come out sooner or later and the best you are doing is merely delaying the inevitable as what history told us regarding your predecessors." "Very well, sir." Gray slightly frowned at this but decided to not dwell on it too much as he still has another thing going on. "Moving on to another topic, what do you exactly mean about me joining the ranks of nobility?" "Why, being a noble of course." Randalf''s grin turned wider as he gave the general idea of nobility. "You shall be granted the same privilege as us, garnering the respect of the lower-class as you rise on top of the social ladder. No longer shall you be known as someone among the common rabble, having access to vast wealth and connections that''ll bring nothing but of utmost prosperity to you and your future family. And one of the best advantages here is that you''ll be granted a land that you can call proudly call your own." "I see." Gray nodded as he understands the gist of what Randalf said. "I''m truly flattered by the offer, your Countship, but why me? Surely you don''t simply grant this kind of special privileges to just anybody?" "That, you''re correct," Randalf replied in agreement. "Nobility is not just something that is freely given like an inexpensive gift or trinket. Such title is only granted to the ones who have performed actions that are noteworthy and admirable in the service of the kingdom." Randalf paused for a while as he enlightened Gray and his group even further about the topic. "There are two ways for an individual to be among the ranks of nobility. The first and the most common way is through birthright, where the person usually would inherit it by his parent or another qualified relative. The other way is through promotion by a Count with the approval of the King himself, where nobility is granted to the person who accomplished noteworthy things as I have stated earlier. And in your case Gray Allister, I''ve heard about your great exploits during the past three months." "My exploits?" Gray asked the Count with genuine interest. "I believe you recognize a young guild warrior who goes by the name of Ethan Mills, correct?" Randalf asked the elf. "The son of Eric Mills from Oakwood? Yes, I know of him." Gray nodded in response, remembering the young man three months ago when he delivered the letter to him and was also thanked by his actions of saving Eric from near-death. "Sadly, I was not able to see him since then." "The lad three months ago visited his home village and stayed there for quite some time. He also reconciled and mend his broken relationship with his father from what I heard. I believe you are also to thank for that." Randalf replied with approval. "Really, your Countship? Good for him." Gray smiled sincerely at how his actions have caused the father-son relationship to restore back at how it''s supposed to be. "And not only that," Randalf added as his grin grew wider. "I received a letter from my good friend, the Village Head Theo, who I''m sure you know as well, about Ethan spreading the word of your valiant actions to the whole village. I learned that you manage to drive off the bandits away from their hidden encampment despite being outnumbered, resulting with their plans of plundering my village to be forfeited, and even more so with remarkable resourcefulness by imparting false information. Your recent action of the cave from your last mission is also commendable as you were able to extract vital information from the Bandit Boss that''ll help us in the investigation altogether. Of course, let''s also not forget regarding how you invented some sort of a new dance move at the Fighter''s Retreat that attracted the attention of the honorable bards, hahaha." Gray merely sweatdropped as he chuckled sheepishly in response and recalled about that particular memory of his unforgettable night at the tavern. Randalf took a short rest for a moment and continued with his speech. "If such heroic and outstanding actions does not justify your case in becoming a noble, then I don''t know what is. As such, a capable and resourceful individual such as yourself deserves such esteemed title and is a welcome addition for the betterment of this land." After Randalf finished his statement, Gray indeed was bewildered at this predicament. The elf truly never expected that his notable actions from the past will come to reward him where he least expected. It appears that karma unquestionably favored him at this very day. "To be honest, I should have granted the title to you months ago when I first heard about your deeds but I decided against it as per Rarsu''s suggestion. We don''t want to distract and break the momentum of your apprenticeship after all. That, and I also waited for the approval of the King by letter in which he graciously supported my decision." Randalf said as he stood up from his seat and eyed the elf with a look of intent. "So I ask you this, Gray Allister, Paragon of Silverhart, do you accept the title of nobility and every privilege and responsibility that accompanies it?" ''Hmm.'' Gray pondered deeply before making his life-changing decision. ''As per my knowledge about this, being a noble indeed brings many assets into the table, allowing me a great opportunity to accumulate wealth in a considerable amount of time. Additionally, I may be able to access resources that are otherwise denied to the common-folk and earn political connections. Still, the duties and responsibilities behind the title might get in the way of freedom and exploration of this land. Additionally, with me being the Paragon, I''m not sure if it''s a good idea to be limiting myself in certain areas in the fulfillment of my noble duties. I should ask about that first before giving my answer.'' "Being a noble no doubt shall bear more responsibilities that I''m expected to perform. I''m not sure if I''m ready for such a commitment." Gray cautiously questioned the Count. "Ah, you don''t have to worry anything about that," Randalf remarked nonchalantly while waving his hand in a dismissing manner as he realized what Gray meant. "That''s what chamberlains are for. They are essentially like the governor and the ones who are responsible for managing the affairs and treasury of your household or land as your representative. It''s your choice whether you wish to be involved directly with the functions of your fief or leave everything to the chamberlain. Oh good old Howard, what would I ever do without him, hehe." The three could not help but sweatdrop at the Count''s display of easygoingness. "Of course, the final decision regarding the state of your own land still falls up to you." Randalf quickly added. "The one thing that is expected from you however is to conduct yourself with pride and dignity as a noble. Overall, you''ll still have your freedom in wandering around the land and it won''t get in your way with your important duties as the Paragon." Randalf then cleared his throat for a moment and looked at Gray once more with a serious expression. "So I ask again, Gray Allister, do you accept the title of nobility and every privilege and responsibility that accompanies it?" With his inquiries about his responsibilities all cleared up, determination graces forth on the elf''s face as he stared at Randalf and gave his reply with a bow of his head. "I would be honored, your Countship." "Excellent!!" The Count smiled with complete approval at Gray''s wise decision. He then faced the elf''s two companions. "I''m sure both of you are having thoughts about your involvement regarding your friend''s affairs?" "Yes, your Countship," Isamu answered with respect while Selena opted to give a simple nod. Randalf eyed the Sentinel girl first."Well, in your case Selena Allister, I''m aware of your¡­ unique circumstance as told by your Master." Upon hearing this, Selena''s demeanor turned slightly wary as she faced the Count in an alarming state. "Worry not though," Randalf assured the girl. "I''ve seen things far more outlandish during my ventures when I was but a youth traveling at the harsh snowy lands of Skorna and encountering foul sorcery of those witch hags, so who am I to judge? Since you are Gray''s brother by soul in a literal sense, you are his closest kin. As such, you are a member of his family and will be given the right of nobility as well." ''I thank you, Count Randalf.'' Selena telepathically communicated with him, now relieved that the Count is a man of reason. Although she''ll be having a little chat with Rarsu later on regarding him telling her secret without her permission. "As for you Isamu Meiyo." Randalf turned his attention next to the cat-folk. "I''m also quite informed of your assistance to the Paragon during his bandit exploits. I''ve understood that both of you have formed a close friendship for the past three months. Not to mention, you''re also trained personally by the renowned orc \u003cChampion\u003e Krothu and assumed the mantle of leadership in dealing with the fire in the farmlands during the incident two months ago. Such actions are truly gallant without question." "You do me honor, my lord." Isamu bowed down with gratitude. "Yes." The Count nodded in acknowledgment. "Every noble regardless of background always has a trusted Knight that they can call on their side, riding together with him in the field of battle. If you so desire, I can grant you the honor of Knighthood under the service of your noble friend here, what do you say?" The moment when Isamu heard the Count''s offer to him, his eyes widened with utmost disbelief and was rendered speechless at being allowed to be a part of Whitemoor''s elite warriors. From what Isamu remembered, a Knight is a well-regarded individual granted an honorary title of Knighthood by a noble. A Knight is considered a class of lower nobility, someone who is associated with the ideals of chivalry, a code of conduct that they strictly adhere to. A Knight is an Elite Warrior who served under a noble and is also eligible to be granted rewards in the form of landholdings. "I..." Isamu indeed was beyond shock at being considered a prospect of being a Knight. He also heard about guild members rising to the ranks of Knighthood and since then, they were living a comfortable life together with their noble lords. Controlling his breathing, the cat-folk regained his composure after a short while and gave his response. "F-forgive me my lord for acting all nervous, but to be granted the title of Knight is indeed an extreme honor for any Warrior." Isamu then took a final deep breath as he finally made his decision. "I sincerely accept the title of Knighthood, sir." "Good, good." Randalf nodded with complete approval now that the three has agreed to be part of the higher social hierarchy. "As per tradition, we will be conducting a small ceremony here as you three will be taking your oath. Don''t worry, it won''t take much of your time and will serve as the final touches in your inductance to nobility and knighthood. Now, I want you three to bow down on your knees before me so we can begin." The three all agreed as they did so. Randalf conjured a ceremonial blade from his Inventory and proceeded with the ceremony. "Now, repeat after me: Upon my honor, I uphold my perpetual loyalty to Whitemoor, her king, her allies, and by extension, all of Silverhart¡­ I will remain a devoted and loyal person until my breath no longer sustains me... And in this land''s protection shall I fight her enemies with both unyielding courage and an upright spirit until the very end¡­ Long live Whitemoor, Long live Silverhart!!!" [+10 ORDER] After the oath is finally complete, something pleasant yet powerful seemingly was felt within the trio as they certainly felt empowered by the ceremony that was conducted by the Count. With everything said and done, Count Randalf ordered the three with utmost dignity in his every tone as he touched their heads with the blade while uttering their names and new title. "Arise, Baron Gray Allister, together with Knight Isamu Meiyo and Baroness Selena Allister." - Oath-taking ceremony of Paragon Gray Allister and Selena Allister to nobility by Count Randalf Lionheart the Third of Chadena, together with Sir Isamu Meiyo''s dubbing to Knighthood, 25th Day of Ending''s Cry, 1457. 91 In the affairs of Fiefdom As soon as Gray and the others received their place among the higher echelons of society, the System notified them involving the title that they respectively received. Title Unlocked: (Nobility: Baron) ¨C For Gray and Selena. Title Unlocked: (Knight) ¨C For Isamu. (Nobility: Baron) ¨C Privileged members of society, you now belong to a hereditary class of elites with high social or political status, standing above the mere common-folk. Whenever talking to commoners, you gain +15 Speech and talking to your fellow nobles grants +10 Speech. (Knight) ¨C Esteemed Warriors of the kingdom, you follow a strict code of conduct known as chivalry, the embodiment of dignity and honor fitting for a valorous warrior. As such, you gain +10 Strength and +6 Speech, and wearing a full set of plate armor (excluding helmet) doubles the Speech effect. Additionally, [ORDER] gains are increased by 25%. Gray and company could not help but be delightfully surprised at the benefits that they respectively received, Selena most especially, as her Speech Attribute is locked and at least there''s a way to increase the said attribute aside from the usual norm of leveling up, which in her case, she can''t. They immediately equipped their titles after reading the description. After the oath-taking ceremony is all said and done, the trio stood up as per instructions by Count Randalf who has returned his ceremonial blade inside his Inventory. Then, he conjured two red small badges depicting a rose and handed it to the soul-siblings. "This badge shall serve as symbolic proof of your new ranks into nobility. It was specially crafted and enchanted by the royal mages at Arkanos University so that only someone of nobility is allowed to don it. As a result, the badge will reject non-nobles and will force it to be unequipped from them." "My thanks, Count Randalf," Gray said with appreciation while Selena opted with a simple nod of acknowledgment as they both received their respective badges. The siblings then inspected the item of interest. \u003cBadge of Baronship\u003e (Epic Item)Attribute Requirement: NoneEnchantments: +7 SpeechItem Description:A badge that can only be worn by someone of the Baron noble rank or higher. The siblings immediately equipped the badge after checking it out, as the item magically latches itself at the right part of their chest. "And as for you, Sir Isamu." Randalf turned his attention to the cat-folk next. "What''s a Knight without his very own set of full plate armor? As such, you will be choosing your very own plate armor as fit to your respected status that you can proudly own inside the armory later. With the current armor you''re wearing, you''ll be mistaken for a mere mercenary instead." Isamu''s eyes truly widen with happy wonder upon hearing the Count''s gift to him. "You have my utmost gratitude, my lord." The Count merely nodded as he was now done with giving the three the necessary items that are suitable for their respective stations. "And before I forget," Randalf added as he set his gaze at Gray with complete attention. "As a Baron, you are also entitled to a small land and a manor. For your remarkable services, I hereby bestow you the farm village of Oakwood with the ownership of every asset and property under your name. It''s quite a fitting reward for the Paragon and savior of the village himself, am I correct?" Indeed, Gray was flabbergasted at this rather unexpected honor that he received, his eyes disbelieving at the prospect of being a lord of a settlement. Granted it''s a small and simple village five days away from the town but he also saw how fairly prosperous it is as evident by how well the condition of the villagers is. "R-really?" The elf blinked in utter shock with his mouth agape. "Not that I''m ungrateful or anything, your Countship, but I''m not sure if it''s right to just give me a settlement just like that." "It''s fine," Randalf assured him with a smile. "The Barons in this region already have their own properties and fiefs. As the Count, I naturally have vast wealth and land under my name aside from Chadena, and Oakwood is one of them. As a matter of fact, it was Theo who suggested this matter of leadership to me. And believe me, he was rather adamant and quite persuasive when he wrote to me by letter, mentioning something about you being blessed by Lady Wynather herself. May I know what he exactly meant by that?" "Hmm." Gray pondered for a moment if he should be telling the Count about his rather eccentric meeting with the Goddess back at Oakwood. After a short while, he decided to first be vague in his answer. "The good Lady simply gave me her boon of blessing." It''ll be based on the Count''s next response if Gray will be telling him the true meaning of his last statement. "Ah, so a Divine Artifact, makes perfect sense." Randalf appeared to be quite perceptive as he realized the true implications behind Gray''s words, much to the elf''s slight bewilderment. "I''m perfectly aware that Paragons are favored by the Gods and are also given an artifact known for its unique enchantments. As what I''ve read in the books, since this is Lady Wynather herself, then if I''m not mistaken, the artifact that you possess is no other than the \u003cPeacekeeper''s Tunic\u003e, am I right?" ''Wow, this guy sure is a whole lot incisive. He''s the Count alright, definitely wise, and is a person that simply can''t be fooled that easily. It appears his title is not simply for show.'' Gray thought as he was impressed by the Count''s excellent deduction skills. In the end, Gray merely nodded, seeing no good reason to deny Randalf''s correct remarks. Of course, he also considered Rarsu and Malic being there with him, so it''s also most likely that the two have told the Count beforehand of his situation. And with that, Gray agreed with Randalf''s bestowal of the fiefdom as the elf became officially known as the Baron of Oakwood on this faithful day. "Wonderful, it''s a decision that you won''t ever regret." Randalf nodded approvingly at the elf''s choice. "As I said before, your chamberlain, in this case, also Theo himself, will be responsible for overlooking the whole village and its affairs in your absence. So you don''t have anything to worry about and just focus on what you''re supposed to do as the Paragon. Although there is an issue that concerns the well-being of the village and your current status quo as well." "What is it, your Countship?" Gray questioned the Count with a concerned look. "Theo is at his declining old years, meaning he might not be able to perform his expected task as the chamberlain at an optimal level anymore," Randalf replied with a sad frown. "My first piece of advice is that you find a suitable replacement for the position quickly so that Theo can teach the new chamberlain and hand over the duties and responsibilities of being one while he''s still at adequate health. Any of the villagers will do and it must be someone who you can trust with your properties. If you know someone, let me know so that I can send a letter quickly to Oakwood." "A new chamberlain huh." Gray rubbed his chin in thinking. After ample time of thinking, he recalled a certain family that provided him with a roof to stay during his first time at Oakwood, with them all kind and accomodating to him. With his decision finally made up, he told the Count of his candidate in mind. "If that''s the case, I choose Eric Mills." "Ah, the father of Ethan Mills, and the one who you save from the brink of death." Randalf seemed to be intrigued by his decision. "It appears that you have been doing the Mills family a whole lot of favor. May I know why you chose him?" "Well, I can feel that he and his family are rather extremely indebted to me after I saved him, your Countship." Gray crossed his arms as he told the Count his reason. "If anyone is going to handle my assets while I''m away, then it''s got to be him. After all, I trust that Eric wouldn''t go behind my back after what I''ve graciously done for him and the whole village. That, and he and his family are quite decent and welcoming during my stay at Oakwood, so I believe that it''s a suitable incentive for them of a sort." SPEECH CHECK: 46 SPEECH REQUIREMENTS: 30 \u003cPERSUASTION SUCCESS!!\u003e Received 180 XP After hearing the elf''s reasoning, Randalf could not help but smirk in approval. "It seems that you also possess a cunning mind in these kinds of affairs. I can clearly see the true markings of nobility within you." Gray returned the Count''s gesture with his own smile as he bowed down in appreciation for the compliment that was given. "If there''s nothing else, then I believe we are done here." Randalf declared with a cheerful grin on his face. After things seemed to be now settled with Gray''s group and the Count, Malic and Rarsu emphasized their presence as they approached the newly dubbed trio with smiles on their faces. "I believe congratulations on your own accomplishments is in order," Malic said with pride while crossing his arms. "Heh, my apprentices being a Baron," Rarsu stated with a grin as he felt sincerely gratified to both siblings. "Who would have thought." ''Hmm, this turns out to be an interesting development.'' Were Lily''s thoughts as she witnessed the whole proceedings from a secret spot. As the four, including Lily, prepared themselves to make their leave, Randalf suddenly halted their intentions as he actually has something more to say. "Before I forget." Randalf blinked in realization as he almost neglected about something rather important. "Baron Gray, I''m sure you remember in your stupored state about the esteemed bards that visited here in town three months ago and witness this Gangnam Style that you have performed at the tavern." "Hehe, yes. It''s definitely hard to forget that rather eventful night." The elf chortled embarrassingly in response. "And what of it then, your Countship?" "That damn headmaster of the Bardic University." The Count this time was seen to be comically twitching his head in utter annoyance while clenching his fist, much to the trio''s bewilderment. "For the past month, that fucking whoreson has been pestering me non-stop by sending an absurd amount of letters as to when you are going to make your visit at Flocaster. If I don''t know any better, then I might have thought that the fool is having an unhealthy obsession over me. As dictated in the letter, he''s been dying to meet you for quite some time and wants to get acquainted with your prodigious dance talents as quickly as possible. Be a lamb and kindly make your way to Flocaster so that both of us can get what we want: The headmaster having you, and my peace and quiet." "The Bardic University," Gray uttered the prestigious institute of the bards as he nodded. "Well, I did have plans on making my way there in the future, but I''m not sure if it''s appropriate in this circumstance since the Alchemist criminal might be on the loose at Flocaster. If I''m going to head on there, then I might as well help in catching the culprit rather than spending my time loafing around with music at the University." "Gray is right, my lord," Isamu interjected. "That bastard nearly cost us our lives and we intend to make him pay for his crimes if we are going there." Selena also shared the same sentiment with both of her companions as she eyed the Count with complete focus. With the three having being similar to mind, they all received [+2 GOOD], [+1 ORDER]. "Yes, about that," Randalf announced to the elf and cat-folk. "As per the contents of the letter that we received from the Count of Flocaster yesterday, it''s stated that the culprit has already been caught and behind bars inside the dungeons for his inevitable trial as the investigation is a success. Speaking of which, it appears that you''re right Baron Gray, the culprit is indeed a Bard and Flocaster as well would like to thank you for your remarkable contribution. Meaning, you three have nothing to worry about and are free to leave, hopefully as soon as you can. If I so much as to receive another goddamn letter from that son of a bitch, then I''m going to lose my mind here!" Gray and the others in the office merely sweatdropped at Randalf''s antics of silly hate to the Headmaster of the Bards. "Additionally." Randalf quickly added in a serious note. "There will also be a festival that''s going to be held there nine days from now I believe, and many travelers from around the nearby settlements no doubt will be attending for the fun festivities. So that''s one thing that may hopefully encourage you to visit the town." "I see." Gray nodded at Randalf''s remarks. "Well, if the culprit is finally caught, then it is indeed of utmost relief to us three. To be honest, I also am interested in marveling the sights of another town for a change. We will leave at our earliest convenience." "Good," Randalf said with a tone of approval. "And if you meet up with the Headmaster, kindly tell him to fuck off and go back to those ballads and music that he''s so addicted to instead of wasting his precious time bothering me with his vexatious papers. Not that I hate the Bardic arts mind you, quite contrary, I highly appreciate it as it did wonders to our culture and traditions. My loathe falls only to the Headmaster alone." "Ehehe, right." Gray chuckled sheepishly in acknowledgment. "Now, if you don''t have any more inquiries with me whatsoever, then I believe that this audience is finally adjourned." The Count declared with full confidence. "If you are going to leave the town, you may approach Howard first so that he can arrange you a carriage as a faster way of transportation to Flocaster." With the meeting with Randalf finally concluded, the trio said their respectful farewell to the Count and gave a final bow of respect before eventually leaving the room. Seeing the three leaving, Lily followed them shortly. 92 Before leaving Gray and the gang, after being dismissed went to Howard as per the Count''s suggestion and requested him to make the necessary arrangements for the carriage for them to travel in a relaxing way rather than on foot. Howard agreed as he told the trio that the carriage will be prepared tomorrow morning and they may leave as soon as it''s ready. Furthermore, he also told them that Count is also willing to prepare them six days'' worth of food supply for them should they depart the town. After they consulted with the chamberlain of Chadena, the group also went to the keep armory for the procurement of Isamu''s full set of plate armor, a privilege that only Knights can avail. The keep armorer who is stationed inside the armory acknowledged the cat-folk''s inquiries as he allowed the newly dubbed knight to pick any armor of his choosing as long as he has the required attributes and level to equip it. After around half an hour of choosing, Isamu was able to choose the armor of his liking. Indeed, upon witnessing the cat-folk, Gray and the others could not help but be impressed by the new get-up that indeed is fitting for a Knight. Isamu is now clad in as what Knights are supposed to. A red tabard with the insignia of a lion covers his plate cuirass, with a pair of fairly huge pauldrons on his broad shoulders. He is also clad in a pair of gauntlets and boots of the same material. A brown belt is witnessed on his waist, supporting the tabard that is all the way down that also covered his plate leggings in a long skirt-like fashion. The type of helmet that he is wearing is a bascinet, a plate headgear with multiple small holes on the rounded visor cover that allows the opening and closing as per the Knight''s convenience. The attributes of the armor are quite impressive as Isamu reviewed each piece of equipment inside his Inventory. \u003cChadena Knight Bascinet\u003e \u003cUncommon Headgear\u003e Attribute Requirement: 42 Strength, 31 Endurance Level Requirement: 20 Armor Rating: 27 Enchantments: +4 Strength Item Description: A Bascinet worn by a Knight from Chadena. \u003cChadena Tabard over Knight Plate Cuirass\u003e \u003cEpic Chestpiece\u003e Attribute Requirement: 45 Strength, 32 Endurance Level Requirement: 20 Armor Rating: 121 Enchantments: +10 Strength, +6 Speech, +4 Endurance Item Description: A Plate Cuirass worn by a Knight from Chadena. \u003cChadena Knight Plate Leggings\u003e \u003cUncommon Leggings\u003e Attribute Requirement: 39 Strength, 28 Endurance Level Requirement: 20 Armor Rating: 57 Enchantments: +1 Strength Item Description: Pair of Plate leggings worn by a Knight from Chadena. \u003cChadena Knight Plate Gauntlets\u003e \u003cUncommon Handwear\u003e Attribute Requirement: 38 Strength, 28 Endurance Level Requirement: 20 Armor Rating: 18 Enchantments: +3 Strength Item Description: Pair of Plate Gauntlets worn by a Knight from Chadena. \u003cChadena Knight Plate Boots\u003e \u003cUncommon Footwear\u003e Attribute Requirement: 38 Strength, 28 Endurance Level Requirement: 20 Armor Rating: 19 Enchantments: +2 Strength Item Description: Pair of Plate Boots worn by a Knight from Chadena. ''Heh, the description seemed to be redundant.'' Isamu commented upon reading each of the item''s description of his new pieces of equipment. "Wow, looking good my brave, noble knight." Gray complimented merrily at seeing the cat-folk with his new look. ''Well, that certainly is a huge improvement, I admit.'' Were Selena''s telepathic comments to the cat-folk. "Now that I think about it, I too have a set of plate armor inside my Inventory that I got from the Bandit Boss. Let me try it on." Gray muttered as he opened his Inventory to search for the armor and its other parts. \u003cBlack Wolven Surcoat over Plate Cuirass\u003e \u003cEpic Chestpiece\u003e Attribute Requirement: 44 Strength, 31 Endurance Level Requirement: 20 Armor Rating: 119 Enchantments: +11 Strength, +4 Endurance Item Description: A cuirass once owned by the Bandit Boss of the cave of Chadena Woods. With his murder, you have gained every right of ridding him of his decent-looking plate chestpiece. Evaluating the armor set, it suffices to say that Gray''s armor is almost similar in terms of tier, armor rating, enchantment, and attribute and level requirements. The only little difference is that Isamu''s chestpiece had the upper hand, having the Speech bonus. In the case of the rest of the plated equipment of the elf, the only notable difference is the name, with the absence of the words ''Chadena Knight''. Nevertheless, both equipment is almost the same in general. Additionally, Gray''s headgear is an enclosed helmet, a great helm to be more specific. With Gray possessing the skill of \u003cArcane Physique\u003e, he was able to fulfill the Strength requirement of his own equipment, thus allowing him to equip all of the armor''s pieces. Excluding the enclosed helmet that he chose not to wear, Gray is now clad in the same armor that the Bandit Boss has worn from their encounter at the cave. A fact worth noting is that the Bandit Boss himself was big and the same thing naturally applied to his armor. Despite all that, the moment when Gray equipped the plate armor that was covered in a surcoat, it flawlessly fitted to his body, thus it is not an issue in terms of size, something very similar to the system of clothing in a typical RPG. Gray remembered that he questioned about such matter months ago during his apprenticeship when Rarsu asked him to wear a robe that''s smaller than his body. His doubts were all cleared up when the said robe hugged his figure perfectly without any issue. Rarsu explained that it was the System that''s responsible for such a practical phenomenon. This also means that tailors and blacksmiths won''t have to worry about their client''s size and just proceed in crafting or making the gear with fewer worries. Such is one of the amenity of the System, granted solely by the Divine System Goddess Sylvia into this land. Although, there are limitations like certain age-groups are only allowed to wear a category of clothing. Meaning clothes that are meant for children cannot be worn by adults and vice versa. The System ensures that such regulations are followed. There are some exceptions however where the System allowed such limitations to be bypassed, like in Selena''s case where she''s permitted to wear any kind of robes despite her status. After all, the System can be quite flexible at all times and sometimes is unpredictable. "Nice, the same can be said about you, Gray, uh I mean¡­ my lord." Isamu smiled as he was now a bit stiff in his way of speaking, unlike before. That definitely was not gone unnoticed by the new Baron as he quickly realized why the cat-folk is talking that way. "Relax Isamu," Gray assured him while tapping the cat-folk''s shoulder in a friendly manner. "Even if I''m now among the nobility, you can still address me like the way you used to back when I was a commoner. There''s no need for you to go to the trouble of changing your manner of conversing. And frankly speaking, I find it weird that you''re doing it, given our history." [+2 GOOD], [+2 CHAOS] "Do you mean that?" Isamu was slightly taken aback by the elf''s kind gesture. After Gray confirmed the cat-folk''s doubts with a nod, the latter''s demeanor instantly shifted to a more cheerful one, just like always. "Well, if that''s your command, then I''m fucking relieved, hahaha. Calling you my lord or Baron at all times is definitely awkward for me and will take time to get used to. I''m glad that''s out of the way." [+1 CHAOS] With all of their business at the Lion''s Keep finally finished, the quartet took their leave from the castle grounds, with the guards and other folks now greeting them all with utmost respect upon seeing the rose badge that the siblings worn and Isamu with his luxurious new armor as they now trek at the streets of the Administration district. "Huh, I could get used to this." Gray grinned with pride upon seeing the looks of respect and acknowledgment that he and his group is receiving from the people in his vicinity. "So, are we going to leave tomorrow then?" Isamu asked the elf while on their walk. "Well, we did tell the Count that we''ll leave as soon as we can." Gray, now back at wearing his robes, nodded in agreement. "I''m excited to see what Flocaster has to offer. I heard many good things about the town, being the center of entertainment of Whitemoor due to the presence of the Bardic University. To answer your question, yes, we''ll leave tomorrow morning if it''s alright with you two." "*Chirp!!*" They all heard Lily tweeting from above as she descended and made her spot at Gray''s right shoulder. "Make that three then, I suppose it''s safe to say that this little birdie is going with me," Gray commented nonchalantly. "I have no objections," Isamu responded with a playful smirk. "As you are my friend, you are also my lord. Wherever you go, I shall follow you and my blade shall be at your constant side." Gray nodded happily at the cat-folk''s favorable answer and turned his attention next to the Sentinel girl. ''Really? Isn''t my answer obvious?'' Selena decided to be a sassy little girl as she made her remarks. That, and she also needed to keep an eye on Lily for any suspicious behavior. "Alright, then it''s decided." Gray declared with a huge grin after hearing all of his companions'' answers. "We leave for Flocaster tomorrow morning. Prepare accordingly." "Got it." Isamu nodded in agreement. "I have to notify Sarah about the news. Hopefully, she won''t be disheartened by my departure too much." "Don''t worry, it''s not like we''re going to stay there for very long," Gray assured his cat-folk friend and knight. "After meeting up with the headmaster and having some little fun at the festival, then we''ll come back. Hopefully, the headmaster won''t be so constricting in his time with me." After everything is said and done, the group disbanded, going about with their own business and affairs in preparation for leaving the town tomorrow by carriage. 93 A little chat with a Spring Flower Nighttime has passed as per time''s natural intentions and midnight is near its approach and we find Gray in the basement of Magus Emporium as he seemed to be occupied at the Enchanting table, right after concocting some potions at the Alchemy workstation that will prove useful in their travels and combat. Somewhere behind him was the Druid Lily in her human form as she was merely observing the elf in his task of Enchantment as she has nothing better to do. And also, this is a golden opportunity to have some chat alone with the Paragon himself since Selena is dealing with her required four hours of sleep a day inside her and Gray''s room as per her nature as a Sentinel. For the past few days after Lily''s true persona was revealed, the young woman made her presence a constant factor in Gray and his group. Of course Gray and Selena were a bit wary at Lily being rather closed, especially here at their home, but Rarsu appeared to show no worry as he paid her no mind as if she was the insignificant mischievous sparrow that she is. Besides, the female Druid has already done this for the past three months as she slept here in this establishment while in her sparrow form without the sibling''s knowledge, opting to make her residence at the attic. Now that her human form is revealed, subtlety was no longer an option as she made the Magus Emporium openly as her place of residence here in the town, making herself at home as she slept at the sofa in the living room instead for the past week. "It''s getting pretty late, Baron Gray," Lily said as she now referred him by his proper noble title. "Shouldn''t you be getting some rest for the travel tomorrow? Your sister already retired to your quarters hours ago." "I''ll sleep after I''m done enchanting this ring," Gray answered her as the said normal-looking silver jewelry was seen lying flat on the center of the Enchanting table. Inside the receptacle is a red Caecus shard, the third tier of its kind. "Anyways, Master was able to procure more shards for us, but only the red and yellow kind. The rarer ones are definitely hard to come by these days." Additionally, the shard is already prepared and filled with green-colored energy, so no Disenchantment is necessary for this circumstance. "I see." Lily nodded with a smile as she took a step closer at Gray''s side. As a result, the elf could not help but be slightly mesmerized as her sweet heavenly fragrance invaded his sense of smell as they stood rather close with each other while the girl eyed him directly. "And if I''m not mistaken, then you are going to imbue the ring with a Dexterity Enchantment, correct? Not that I''m questioning your preference, but shouldn''t Intelligence be more beneficial and suited for us Mages?" "Yes." Gray nodded with a slight reddening of his face at the pleasant scent that Lily is radiating and how close she is to him. Of course, the elf was in a collected state of mind as he''s still in focus with his Enchanting. "You do know that I possess the \u003cArcane Physique\u003e. As a result, I also need Dexterity and Endurance so that I can keep up with melee combatants in case my range capabilities involving magic is forfeited for some reason. My Intelligence is already high enough, so I''ll be focusing on some of the other things that I''m weak at." "Alright then." Lily smiled sweetly at him once more as she continued to observe Gray with his Enchanting. With everything now in place, Gray touched the two demonic hands near each side of the receptacle and channeled Mana into it while uttering the magic words, Fascinar, allowing the Enchantment process to truly begin. As a result, the Magic Circle that was engraved on the table glowed in green color, indicating that the ritual is successfully ongoing without issues. Eventually, the green magical energy integrated itself within the ring to mark the ritual''s completion. "Alright, the next Enchantment then," Gray muttered to himself as he took out another red shard, but this time filled with the color red instead. The said color represented the Endurance Enchantment and will be added in the ring. Repeating the same process, the elf successfully created his intended magical item in the end, a ring imbued with the magical enhancements of both Dexterity and Endurance. Of course, as the Enchanter, Gray had every right to name the item as he saw fit to his preference. \u003cRing of the Agile Defender\u003e \u003cUncommon Jewelry\u003e Level Requirement: 18 Attribute Requirement: None Enchantments: +12 Dexterity, +9 Endurance Item Description: A ring that provides both agility and hardiness to the one wearing it. Indeed, Gray''s face lit up with utmost satisfaction at seeing his work turned into a success, marveling at the adequate effects that''ll prove to be beneficial in his future endeavors. Of course, adding a third enchantment is also an option but it accompanies a greater risk of the item breaking instead. Rule of thumb, it''s always safe for two enchantments on an item only, and Gray does not want his hard-work going into waste just because he got a little greedy. Although, a way to partially solve this dire issue is to use a shard of a higher quality than the red one, reducing the risk factor by a considerable rate. And speaking of the issue about rings, a person is only allowed to equip one on each hand. Gray tested it during his training three months ago to see if he can use one ring on each finger and benefit from their every Enchantments. Unfortunately, the System rejected such notions and forced the rings to be unequipped from him, much to his utter displeasure. Going back to the topic of Enchantment, Gray was also notified by the System that his Enchantment profession bar progressed to a significant percentage. \u003cEnchantment\u003e (Lvl 5, 5.71%) - The ritual of imbuing magical properties into items. Indeed, he has practiced the craft religiously for three whole months, honing his skill with meticulous grace and consideration to reach the level that he is currently at. "Nice." Lily complimented him. "It appears that the meanie has taught you well for the past three months." "Meanie?" Gray was well aware of the girl''s comical resentment with his Master, but he decided to play along as it''s rare to have some conversation with her alone, given that he''s always with his little sister Selena most of the time. She may be from the Order but that does not mean that it''s not allowed for Gray to show some friendliness and a welcoming gesture to her. "Why that stuck-up lizardling Master of yours!!" Lily began her ranting about Rarsu with a pout. "Did you know that when we first met, he threatened to cook me into a bird stew!! I mean, who does that to his fellow Druid? It''s literally cannibalism if you think about it!!" "Yeah, Master also told me about that a few days ago." Gray chuckled in response as he found it funny at how Lily is ridiculously passionate in her complaints. "Technically, it''s your fault since you were eavesdropping in our conversation, the part when I first learned that I was the Paragon." "W-well, he should have been nicer then." Lily frown as she crossed her arms with a harrumph. "And you should have been more subtle, given that you''re a little unassuming sparrow." Gray merely smiled defiantly as he leaned against the wall near the table to make himself comfortable. The elf merely received a smirk from the human girl in response to the former''s teasing. "If what it''s worth," Gray added with a slightly apologetic tone. "Master really never means you any harm and even allowed you to tag along with us despite being fully informed of your affiliations. He''s actually a kind person within that thick, scaly exterior of his, hahaha. Did you know that he used a cursed seal to inhibit our Magic control as a way of training and torture in one go? I swear I felt that ass of an instructor enjoying every moment of my torment. Yes, he may be strict and harsh in his teachings, but because of it, Selena and I were able to learn and grasp many things that proved nothing but only beneficial to the both of us. For that, the two of us are truly grateful to him." Upon seeing the tranquil expression gracing forth on the elf''s face, Lily could not help but smile at the demeanor that he is displaying at this very moment. "And how about yours?" Gray asked Lily. "Pardon?" The Druid could not quite get what the elf meant in his question as she was caught off guard a bit. "I mean your Master." Gray clarified her. "I know that my Master and yours are not exactly on good terms, but I''d also like to hear from you in person about your opinion about him." "Oh, so we''re now getting in the pleasantries, eh Baron Gray?" Lily playfully said to him in response. "Well if you don''t want to answer, then I''ll respect your decision and won''t force you." The elf responded casually. His tone then shifted to being charming as he added. "Although, you can''t blame me if I show some interest in you and this Order that you belong to, and the High Druid who leads it. After all, we Mages are known for our... endless curiosity and lust for knowledge." SPEECH CHECK: 51 SPEECH REQUIREMENTS: 45 \u003cPERSUASION SUCCESS!!\u003e RECEIVED 190 XP "Heeeh, really, so you''re saying that you are interested in me," Lily said as she rubbed her chin with an intrigued look at how Gray responded to her. If she didn''t know any better, then she might think that the elf is flirting on her, especially by the husky and strapping way of his speaking. But who knows? The young woman is inexperienced in the affairs of anything romantic, given that she spent most of her life at the Druidic Order, so she still has some doubts about it. "And the Order, to be more specific, your Master." Gray nonchalantly added as he reminded. "Oh, right, of course." Lily agreed with his request. "Very well. Since you have provided me an insight about your Master, then I might as well return the gesture." Gray smiled with approval as he began to listen to Lily''s story. "The High Druid of the Order, Master Ivurnas." Lily started to regale her tale as he told the High Druid''s name. "He''s a man of great knowledge and power, capable of many remarkable things that we under him can only dream of. Master is also a man of great virtue and benevolence as many revere him for the many good things that he contributed to this land. Despite all that, I''ve also witnessed how merciless he is to the enemies of this land, and won''t hesitate to smite the wickedness at where they stand, no matter what the cost. He''s also the man who saved me back when I was a child. And for that, I''m eternally grateful of him, just like how you and your sister feel about Rarsu." "A child huh." Gray nodded in acknowledgment. "I''m sensing a dark tale from your past if the frown on your face is an indication." "Y-yes," Lily muttered with a sad tone. "Let''s just say that without him, I won''t be breathing and standing here having a chat with you this very night. I''m sorry, but I''m not comfortable to speak any further about the topic, I hope you understand." "Alright." Gray was not so blind to not notice the hurtful tone on Lily''s statement. As such, he won''t pester her any further of the issue of her past that might be a key in some valuable information about the High Druid and will respect her privacy until such time that she''s willing to tell him at her own accord. Aside from that, Gray at least learn some small insight about the High Druid, so not all is wasted in this conversation of theirs. ''Kind and benevolent.'' Gray thought with deep ponder at Lily''s description of the High Druid. ''Two sides of a coin indeed. Rarsu told his story about the High Druid with contempt while Lily told hers with worship on her every tone. Not that I don''t believe Rarsu or anything but maybe I should also listen to what the other party also has to say and consider their point of view sometime in the future.'' After everything is said and done, Gray took a step forward away from the wall he was leaning in preparation to leave the basement. "Well, now that I''m done with Enchanting, I suppose we should hit the sack," Gray said. "All that Alchemy and Enchanting made me drowsy." "Back to the sofa, I suppose." Lily shared his sentiment with a giggle. "You know, I did find our conversation rather pleasant, Baron Gray. Would it be so much trouble if you and I chat like this alone some other time in the future?" "I don''t see a problem with that." Gray nodded in agreement as he thought of more opportunities for him to find out more about the Order. "I too feel the same way." ''Although, I''m not sure if my sister will be agreeing of such a prospect, given her current disposition towards her.'' Gray added inside his thoughts with a sweatdrop. And with that, the pair of Arcanist and Druid finally made their leave as they went upstairs to the living quarters, with Gray going to his room while Lily into the sofa. Due to how sleepy he is, Gray ignored the sudden notification that was presented to him by the System in favor of having a good night''s sleep and allowed unconsciousness to take him in his bed. He''ll check it sometime tomorrow. \u003cQuest Start!!\u003e\u003cThe Spring Flower among the Order\u003e [It appears that you and Lily are getting along nicely with each other. Perhaps your relationship with one another will evolve into something more? Or simply delve into a mere friendship or worse¡­ enmity. Either way, this is also a good opportunity to know more about her and the Order that she''s affiliated with.] \u003cQuest Completion\u003e - Talk to Lily as more opportunity arises. \u003cQuest Bonus\u003e - (???) \u003cQuest Rewards\u003e - (???), (???) \u003cACCEPT QUEST?\u003e YES / NO 94 Farewells The next day in the early morning, Gray and the others all met up at the town gate where the carriage is waiting form them as per instructions by Count Randalf. Regarding the issue of a certain Quest recently appeared in his notifications, Gray naturally accepted it as he found no good reason to decline it. Since he''ll be talking with Lily to find out more about the Order, so why not benefit it via Quest Rewards. Although the group is not the only one present as they were accompanied by each of their respective dear people who wished to bid them farewell. To be more specific, it''s Rarsu for the soul-siblings and Sarah for Isamu. The others, most notably Malic cannot join them as he is rather busy with his duties as the Guild Master of the Warrior''s Guild. "I''m not much for farewells and goodbyes, but as your Master, I''m obligated to do so," Rarsu said as he was witnessed talking to his apprentices, the soul-siblings. "A piece of advice from me before going outside into the vast cruel world, take good care of yourselves at all times, and choose wisely of whom you can trust, especially you Gray, given your legendary status, added by the nobility rank." "I will," Gray said with utmost appreciation of Rarsu being here for the two of them before their departure. Selena, who was beside her brother, simply nodded as a way to show her gratitude. "And before I completely forget," Rarsu added as he conjured two pieces of sealed letter from his Inventory and handed it to Gray and Selena. "These are the recommendation letters to Arkanos University that I promised you after the completion of your apprenticeship. I was so caught up with other businesses of mine that it went out of my mind. For that, I apologize." "Wow," Gray said as he and Selena smiled with gratitude upon receiving the letter. "Thank you, Master. We truly are honored indeed to be your apprentices. We''ll never forget you." "Heh, you talk as if this is the final time that we''ll see each other again," Rarsu smirked mischievously. "If that''s what you''re worried about, then don''t. I sometimes find myself in different other places, so our paths will most likely cross out there. When I wish to find you, then you know damn well that I''ll be able to. That, and I know that you still have plans to come back to this town." "That''s reassuring, haha." Gray chuckled heartily. He then eyed his Master with a smile once more. "Well, thank you for everything again Master. We promise that we''ll put your teachings to good use." "Heh, you better be." Rarsu returned the gesture with a smile of his own. Rarsu''s attention then shifted to Selena as the girl eyed him with the utmost intent as if she''s expecting something from him. In an instant, Selena engulfed Rarsu into a hug, causing the latter to be slightly taken aback by her soul-stirring action. Of course, the word ''slightly'' is taken into account as the lizardling kind of expected such gesture coming from someone like her. ''I will miss you, Master.'' Selena uttered telepathically in a sad manner, her tone certainly sincere. Rarsu merely nodded at the Sentinel''s gesture of kindness with a smile while returning the hug. ''Yes, yes, I''m going to miss you too, girl.'' Gray crossed his arms with a grin as he stared at the heartwarming scene between Sentmaturgist and Sentinel before eventually joining them in their emotional embrace. Meanwhile, beside Gray''s scenario, Isamu was seen to be conversing with the love of his life, Sarah. The brown-haired young woman is seen with a sad look as she eyed her lover who will be leaving with his noble lord, Baron Gray Allister in a few minutes. "It''s really disheartening to see that you are going to leave, Isamu," Sarah said with her head down in sorrow. "I mean, we only get to spend time as lovers for at least a week and I wish that I could convince you to stay for even longer." "As much as I want to cherish and be by your loving side at all times, Sarah." The cat-folk answered her with the same sentiment of heartache, every word filled with agony at the prospect of leaving his beloved. "I''m now a Knight, and thus honor and duty-bound to serve my new lord and support him throughout his endeavors until my dying breath." [+1 ORDER] "I¡­ I know," Sarah responded with understanding as it''s her beloved''s duty. Although the grief on her voice still remains the same despite knowing the reason behind her lover''s departure. "It''s just that, I dread the feeling that something unpleasant might happen while you''re away. I can''t help but be worried about you." "I''ll be fine." The cat-folk Knight assured the brown-haired woman as he tapped her shoulders while looking with the utmost affection. "With Sir Krothu''s training, I''m fully confident that I''ll be able to manage every trial that stands in my way. Add to the fact that Gray and Selena are with me, and both of them are ridiculously strong in their own right as I witness their combat capabilities right before my very eyes. As such, our safety will be guaranteed." "I see." Sarah could only nod. "Well, I suppose you won''t stay long in Flocaster, and you''ll come back right after your lord''s business with the Bards is concluded, right?" "Of course." Isamu smiled lovingly as he was also aware of the Baron''s plans. "Gray assured me so, and he''s not in a rush to venture places far away without careful planning. Meaning, we''ll only stay at Flocaster in the meantime, and head back here after our task is accomplished. That, and he also has plans in going back to inspect his village and greet his new subjects before eventually making way to Everfall, where he''ll have an audience with the esteemed Mages of the University." "Okay." Sarah seemed to be convinced as she returned the cat-folk''s smile with the same gesture of her own. "I suppose we''ll cross that bridge when we get there. Until then, I''ll wait every single sorrowful day of your agonizing absence until your momentous return." "I promise to come back to your sweet and loving arms for me to gently hold," Isamu said as he proceeded to hug the young woman. "That I swear on the names of every Divine." After saying their loving farewells towards one another, Isamu and Sarah made one final and passionate kiss, hoping that such feelings of loving tender will never end. Alas, good things must still come to its eventual halt as Isamu smiled once more before leaving her side to meet up with Gray, Selena, and Lily in her sparrow form at the carriage. Sarah held her chest tightly with a heavy heart as she stared at the retreating form of her cat-folk beloved with mixed emotions, happy for his promotion as a Knight and sad for his departure. As the quartet now stood in front of the carriage, they were greeted by the driver of the establishment while tending to his brown horse. The carriage driver is a man in his mid-thirties, sporting short messy brown hair. He is dressed in a red long-sleeved shirt with a black hooded cowl, black pants, and brown boots. His overall attire is indeed suited for the long-distance travel that he is going to venture with the group that he is going to escort. Speaking of the carriage, it was fairly simple in design as to not attract too much attention that would instantly give away the group''s respective high ranks of society. The wheeled carriage is fairly long, made primarily of wood, and is enclosed of type, with a round roof on top that''s made of green canvass cloth for the purpose of protection against the outside elements of nature. "My respects to you honorable Baron, Baroness, and Knight." The carriage driver said with a respectful bow from his waist. "My name is Ivan Wells, your escort for this five and a half-day trip. I was instructed by the good Steward Howard to accompany as well as to look out for your well-being. This humble driver is privileged to serve his esteemed clients." After Ivan is done with his introductions, the System greeted him with the completion of a certain quest, something that has been lingering inside his Journal for a long period, ever since his first stay in Oakwood. \u003cQuest Complete!!\u003e\u003cInto the Warrior''s Retreat\u003e \u003cQuest Summary\u003e \u003cQuest Completion\u003e - Reach the town of Chadena and speak to a carriage driver [?] \u003cQuest Bonus\u003e - Find ways to avail the services for free [?] Quest Rewards granted: 600 XP Of course, Gray also knew that based on the description of his now completed Quest, it states that it''s to seek the services of a carriage driver for a faster way of transportation into the capital, Everfall and not to Flocaster. Despite the inaccuracy, the System still allowed its completion despite the different circumstances that Gray and his group is facing currently. The elf simply deduced that this is the System''s way of being flexible and having a mind of its own yet again to accommodate the user''s needs. Hopefully, it will continue to be beneficial in the future and not the other way around. After the group did their introductions as well to Ivan, they all finally boarded inside the carriage for the commencement of their departure. As the horse began its fateful ride in the beautiful horizon, it marks a brand new exciting adventure that awaits the four of them. Gray could not help but grinned of utmost excitement at the endless possibilities, thinking of what more the fantasy world of Silverhart has in store for him and his new allies. END OF VOLUME 1: INTO THE WORLD OF SILVERHART 95 Bardic Conspiracy \u003cThree days ago, Bardic University Reception Hall, Flocaster.\u003e Numerous guards have made themselves known as they went in, emphasizing their legal authority as per their job description. Standing in front of them is the Guard Captain, a beautiful blonde human lady with long hair who is don in a set of plate armor that completely hid her female figure. A yellow tabard covered the cuirass part of her armor, showcasing the insignia of a majestic red horse standing tall and proud. Madeleine Emerith Level 30 \u003cVanguard\u003e Health: 4,932 / 4,932 Stamina: 1,211 / 1,211 Mana: 432 / 432 The Bards that are in the vicinity could not help but stare in utter wary at seeing the esteemed and renowned Guard Captain Madeleine herself here in their prestigious university. Add to the fact that the woman is radiating an aura of pure severity that indeed justified what the Bards are feeling this instant. All except for one that is¡­ and one is either brave or stupid to perform such a shameless act right in front of her. A young Bard in his early twenties suddenly emphasized his presence as he was seen at the corner sitting in a reclined manner on a nearby bench. He then began reciting his own love poem for the Madeleine, each line ending with a pluck of the strings from his red lute. "A lovely young maiden in stalwart plate armor, her perfect refined face, sculpted by an angel carver, her alluring figure underneath, blessed by Lady Era, and beautiful, like the flower daisy Gerbera." Indeed, the Guard Captain''s reaction was not amused upon witnessing the Bard smiling seductively as he made his unauthorized advance to her. The said Bard is a young handsome man who has a sophisticated yet playful demeanor within him. He has a neat brown hair, clad in a stylish outfit that a performer of the music and rhetoric arts would usually wear. He''s dressed in a red buttoned vest that covered his white long-sleeved v-neck shirt with a collar, displaying a small portion of his upper chest. A red beret with a white feather on its left side graces his head, merely an accessory more than a convenience. His lower garments consisted of a black long pants with a pair of red knee-high suede boots for added fashion. The other bards who are around the area, the sensible ones, merely shook their head at the man''s usual antics, especially by his way of dealing with the beauty that is the woman right at their very sights. If they don''t know any better, then they might have thought that the man is having a death wish for flirting with the Guard Captain herself, even though that her beauty is indeed profound as what they truly thought of her. Not that they find it surprising anymore, given his eccentricities especially in the affairs of chasing skirts whenever and whoever he pleases, a free and chaotic spirit to the very core. In short, he is also a damn womanizer, with an incredible talent for getting into trouble due to his whimsical need of pleasing the opposite gender. And Madeleine knows fully well of the said Bard''s misadventures as she eyed him with a stern look, finding it to be a usual occurrence whenever she encountered him. "Oh, it''s you, Julian. The last time I remembered, you were pressed charges by a noble lady''s two overprotective brothers as they chased you throughout the whole town and threatening to shove you with manure and sawdust should you approach her ever again." Julian Kallistus Level 20 \u003cDuelist\u003e Health: 1,750 / 1,750 Stamina: 3,100 / 3,100 Mana: 400 / 400 "Ah, yes, the Baron of Einsberg''s daughter." The Bard who goes by the name of Julian smirked, proud of his achievements. "Lady Stephania indeed is an attractive young lady with a captivating body that a healthy young man such as myself can''t sway my eyes away from. Of course, your beauty, Captain Madeleine is also one of its kind. None can''t deny the well-endowed figure underneath that armor of yours, boasting a bosom that none can ever-" Julian''s rather straightforward and lewd statement was instantly interrupted as he was hit in the head by no other than the receptionist of the Bardic University, a young pretty lady with long brown hair wearing a sleeveless long red dress that shows a fair amount of skin. Upon witnessing the fiasco going on between Julian and Madeleine, the receptionist deemed it necessary to intervene. "I sincerely apologize for this perverted fool''s harassing words to you, Captain Madeleine." The receptionist bowed her head down with utmost respect while clutching the head of the man beside her to force him to do the same gesture as her. Penelope Germaine Level 8: \u003cSilverhartian\u003e Health: 714 / 714 Stamina: 416 / 416 Mana: 290 / 290 "It''s quite alright, Penelope." Madeleine smiled at her. "As if it''s anything new. As long as he keeps his hands to himself, then I may tolerate his vulgar presence as I have other more business that needs to be taken care of here as soon as possible rather than waste my precious time with his flowery words." "Ouch!! My heart is wounded by the harsh rejection from a lovely rose, revealing the thorns of its stems that prick into my loving chest." Julian recited yet another of his colorful remarks while acting in an exaggerating manner. Madeleine and Penelope simply stared at him with a blank, judgmental look before going back to resume their conversation towards one another. Julian merely cried in a comical way at the looks of dismissal that he received from the two women. "So, what brings you here, Captain?" Penelope questioned Madeleine happily, wondering what the latter wants as she was seen together with her regiment of guards. Madeleine immediately brought out a paper that contained an arrest order as she presented it to the receptionist. "By the order and authority granted to me by the good Count and the Guard Commander of Flocaster, I am to apprehend Lord Finnegan Sterling for his crime against Flocaster and our neighboring town, Chadena. He is determined to be responsible for the sinister malpractice of Alchemy, using innocent live mortal test subjects in experimenting out his concoctions. Additionally, the Headmaster is knowledgeable as well in the affairs that I''m about to undertake, so you don''t need to worry about notifying him." "That''s horrible!!" Penelope said with complete surprise, stunned by the revelation that was revealed to her. In Julian''s case, he was now filled with an utter grimace as his fist clenched. "Is it true?" Julian abandoned all wackiness in his behavior that he displayed earlier as the situation now demands him of the opposite. "I know Lord Finnegan and he''s a good person. Sure he can be a prick and is sometimes a complete pain in the ass who is rough along the edges. Many do not exactly get along with him due to how strict and domineering he is, considering that he''s the Dean''s apprentice, but I find it hard to believe that he is capable of such horrid act, even for someone like him." "I''m afraid so." Madeleine shook her head sadly. "We have been conducting investigations for quite some time and we found strong evidence inside his Manor yesterday, pieces of evidence of Alchemy transgression in his basement workstation with multiple bloodstains on the walls as well as his journal containing rather disturbing entries of the act and a pile of suspicious potions and poisons." "I see." Julian could only look down to the floor with a sorrowful expression. "Nevertheless, I still don''t believe it. He might be framed for all we know." "I''m sorry Julian," Madeleine spoke with an apologetic yet serious tone, very much in contrast to the contempt that she displayed to his obscene bravado earlier. "But the evidence said so otherwise. Of course, he''ll be given a fair trial and will be given the chance to defend his case as per our laws and customs of the land." Penelope also shared the same sentiment as the Guard Captain as both of them are aware that Julian and Lord Finnegan share a very close relationship, akin to close brothers who share the same interest in the Bardic Arts. So it''s only natural if the young Bard felt betrayed by this new-found disclosure. "Very well." Julian simply responded as his mood was down for the count for today. "He''s innocent in all of this. I just know it." After Madeleine deemed that the conversation between her, Julian, and Penelope is concluded, she instructed her guards to immediately searched around the entirety of the University to catch the culprit of the crime. After a few minutes of searching, the guards were successful in their efforts as they brought the Lord himself down at the reception area. Fennigan Sterling Level 24 \u003cElementalist\u003e Health: 1,821 / 1,821 Stamina: 735 / 735 Mana: 4,125 / 4,125 "I demand that you unhand me this instant!!" A young black-haired human male wearing a set of elegant clothing as fit to his noble and bard status was seen to be struggling from his guard captors. His both hands are chained by a special shackle that inhibits the use of Magic to prevent him from escaping. His attention then shifted to Madeleine with an angered look. "What''s the meaning of this Captain!? I require an explanation out of this!!" At this point of scenario, almost every bard of the University has all gathered together to witness the proceedings. "Lord Finnegan." Madeleine voiced out the noble bard''s name with a stern look for everyone to hear. "You are hereby arrested for misconduct in the Alchemical arts, utilizing live and innocent mortal subjects to test out your diabolical concoctions." "What?!!" Finnegan was furious at the Captain''s accusation. "I did no such vile thing!! What do you take me for¡­ a conniving snake?!!" "There are strong shreds of evidence that have been pointed out against you," Madeleine answered calmly. "If you would please come with us in peace, then I assure you that you''ll be granted the rights of humane imprisonment and will be issued fair trial to defend your case." "As I said, I did no such thing!!" Finnegan retaliated with absolute defiance on his every tone. As Julian was about to come for his friend''s defense, a loud booming voice has erupted throughout the whole hallway for everyone to hear. "Silence!!!" All occupants inside the building were momentarily stunned as they witnessed a familiar figure emerging from upstairs, going down to take a closer inspection at the scene that was currently unfolding. "D-dean Luthais." Finnegan muttered the man''s regarded name as he stared at the elven figure with long blonde hair and green eyes. He wore an elaborate hooded green robe with a flower-like pattern design on its fabric and a leather belt strapped on his waist. The elf also sported a pair of cloth shoulder armor of the same color and is also clad in light-green gloves and boots to complete his armor set. Everyone is aware of the fact that the elf is in his early forties despite the youthful traits of his facial features, a trait very much known to the elf''s racial heritage, being an asset of longevity. Luthais Faelar Level 37 \u003cElementalist\u003e Health: 3,938 / 3,938 Stamina: 1,031 / 1,031 Mana: 7,126 / 7,126 Of course, everyone knew the renowned Dean and his considerable skill in the magical arts, being the \u003cElementalist\u003e, the manipulator of the three elements that are Fire, Frost, and Lightning, just like his apprentice, Finnegan. "You disappoint me, young man," Luthais said with utmost disdain to his Bard and Mage Apprentice. "I never would have thought that you would stoop so low and applied my teachings for your despicable self-interest. Didn''t I lecture you always about the ethics and moral values of my lessons to you?" "You did!!" Finnegan desperately called out for his master''s help. "I always adhere to your teachings earnestly. Please, whatever they are accusing me, you have to believe me, Master!!" "I wish I could, Finnegan." Luthais shook his head with a sad look. "But the evidence strongly suggests the opposite. Hopefully, it will all be cleared up in your upcoming trial. Take him away." "D-dean Luthais, sir." It was Julian who voiced out to the elf in Finnegan''s defense. "I''ve known Lord Finnegan since we were children, and I believe that he wouldn''t do such a horrifying thing." Indeed, Finnegan appreciated the gesture that his childhood friend is showing right before him and the crowd, but Luthais'' decision remained steadfast despite the Duelist''s plea. "I''m afraid I''m in no control in this kind of affairs." Luthais merely replied to Julian with a tragic expression. "I too wanted to believe that Finnegan here is innocent in all of this but what the Headmaster and the Guard Commander has shown to me yesterday inside his basement has left me with many doubts." "Tsk, how pathetic that I get to be subjected to this kind of treatment unfitting for someone of my station." They all heard Finnegan commenting arrogantly despite the current situation that he is in. "Although I''m glad that you came for my support, Julian, unlike the others." Upon Finnegan''s last remarks, the other Bards could only eye him with ridicule as they are all aware of how arrogant the man is, deserving indeed for the punishment that he is about to face. Although they knew better than to voiced out their biased opinions about the matter since its disrespectful in the presence of the honorable Dean. Julian though was impressed with the bravery that Finnegan is exhibiting to them, unyielding with a heart of resolve. Madeleine and her guards have eventually taken Finnegan away going outside of the University as they are going to bring him to the Castle Dungeons for questioning and imprisonment until his inevitable trial. After the unfortunate scenario is truly over, Luthais instructed all of the Bards to leave the premises and go back to their own business and class. Julian bid his farewell to Penelope as he needed some time alone to drink at the local tavern for some thinking about his childhood friend''s predicament. Of course, Luthais was the last one to leave after checking that everyone in the vicinity has left the area. As such, no one truly noticed the triumphant evil smirk on his face now that a part of his nefarious plan, incriminating his own human dog of an apprentice, is an absolute success. ''Pathetic naive simpletons.'' 96 Einsberg It has been around three days since Gray and company have departed from Chadena, and the gang is witnessed inside the carriage sitting and waiting at this bright sunny day of an afternoon for this trip to end. Inside the carriage is Gray, Selena, and Isamu are minding their own business and wished that they''ll arrive at Flocaster anytime soon and experience civilization yet again. Fortunately for the group, the carriage held less risk of any Bandit ambush or any foul element whatsoever as they were prepared, thanks to the efforts of the sparrow Lily as she is capable of flying above the bright blue sky scouting around the premises for any potential hostile. Although there was that time yesterday when a group of Bandits did lie in waiting for anyone that passed on the roads as she heard about their conversation related to it. As a result, Lily was able to warn her companions about it, thus the ambusher was ambushed instead. Selena, despite her ongoing suspicion towards the Druid, had to admit that Lily is definitely a reliable asset on their team, being the scout as well as the Healer, filling two important roles at once. To be more specific at what the group is doing right now, Gray and Isamu are currently playing a card game that so they won''t get bored that much while on this trip. Selena opted to simply observe them as she was done with the last match against the cat-folk, with her being victorious. Lily was out in her usual scouting duty as a sparrow. The card game is called Wizard''s Prodigium and it''s based on real-life creatures and monsters here in Silverhart. It''s an enjoyable game accessible by nobles and common-folk alike and is played with both luck and skill if one wishes to emerge victoriously. Of course, and also with a good deck in the player''s arsenal. Two months ago, it was Rarsu who introduced him and Selena to this fun game during apprenticeship and since then, they were all hooked up. "My Fire Elemental defeats your Grass Demon," Gray smirked in triumphant as he revealed his card from his hand, showing a humanoid figure engulfed with flames and laid it to the flat floor where his other cards of various magical creatures are also seen. "Not bad, Gray." Isamu retorted with a defiant and mischievous look as he took out his own card showing the picture of a tidal wave. "But your luck ends here!! I activate Aquatic Field, thus nullifying any incoming attacks of your Fire Elemental and increasing the attack of my Water-based creatures." "Really now?" Gray grinned with a challenging look. "Although it''s your luck that''s going to end today." In an instant, the elf put out a unique card from his, revealing the trump card in a dramatic manner that immediately determined the outcome of the match in his favor. "I summon... Sygmug, the Monster King of the Sea." Gray was having the time of his life as he revealed the card showing a mythical Kraken-like creature. "With this bad boy, you''ve just made your mistake activating Aquatic Field. Now, he is an unstoppable entity and not even your Water-based creatures stood a chance against their ruler, hahaha!!" "Damn it!!" Isamu gritted his teeth at his inevitable loss. With a heavy heart, he put the Grass Demon, a green muscular demonic entity with numerous vines sporting on its hand, to the graveyard where many of his cards are piled up. "Why the hell do you always have the good cards!?" Gray chuckled merrily while shaking his head in response at Isamu losing again and him emerging victorious while Selena snickered mentally inside the two men''s respective minds. Lily after quite some time, has returned back to the carriage as she transformed back to her human form and talked to the trio about her findings outside. "Hey, how goes the scouting?" Gray asked the Druid as he and Isamu secured their respective cards inside their own Inventories. "It appears that we are approaching a small village not so far away from here," Lily told them. "If we continue to follow the road, then we should arrive there for about an hour or so." "Ah yes, that village." Ivan joined in the conversation as he too was bored in seeing the same usual sights as the carriage driver and wishes for some social interaction. "Do you know anything about the village, Ivan?" Gray inquired about it. "Yes, my lord." Ivan nodded as he began telling him. "Einsberg is a small village two days away from the town of Flocaster. Surrounding the settlement is a vast land with plenty of natural resources as well as the livestock and cattle grazing on the open meadows. It''s a lovely sight when one appreciates the beauty of Wynather''s blessings." "I see." Gray nodded with a smile in response. "I suppose that we can take our rest at that village in the meantime for today before proceeding to our next route. Who''s the noble that overlooks the entire village?" "That would be Baron Stan Walcot, my lord," Ivan responded. "He has three children; one daughter, and two sons. From what I''ve heard, he is a decent enough lord to his subjects and merely provides an adequate amount of treatment to them. So far, I also heard no complaints from the common-folk regarding him and his family. Of course, the matter would be entirely different when he deals with a noble like you, my lord. No doubt, he''ll be generous and provide you and your companions a lodge inside his Manor should you truly choose to make your stay there." "That''s certainly reassuring," Gray said in approval and faced the group of his intentions for them. "Well, I believe I know what our plans are going to be for tonight. I''ll speak with the Baron to get ourselves acquainted and butter him up for us to have a roof under our heads, hehe." Seeing no good reason to turn down the elf''s statement, the gang all agreed with him as they waited for another hour before their inevitable arrival at the village. *** An hour has passed and the militia guards patrolling the near outskirts of the town became slightly alarmed upon witnessing an approaching carriage entering their line of sight. Ivan saw two militia guards gesturing for his ride to stop for the purpose of inspection and what his intention is here at Einsberg. The group also took notice that the village guards have inferior equipment compared to their counterparts in town. The guards are clad in a set of simple chainmail armor instead to provide enough protection. "Greetings." One of the guards spoke up as he began questioning Ivan. "What brings you here into our humble village of Einsberg? Forgive us for sounding alarmed but there have been reports of Bandits roaming around the countryside." "I understand sir guard." Ivan nodded in understanding since they''re merely doing what is in line with their duty. "Inside this carriage, I bring my noble clients as instructed to me by the Count of Chadena, the esteemed Baron of Oakwood, Lord Gray Allister together with his three companions, his sister the Baroness Selena Allister, the Knight of the Allister Family, Isamu Meiyo, and a special envoy from the Order, Lady Liliane Springflower. Our intentions are to spend the night here so his lordship can rest and we''ll depart immediately tomorrow going to Flocaster." "The Baron of Oakwood?" The guard was slightly caught off guard by this revelation. Although Gray''s name sounded unfamiliar, so he merely thought that he''s a newly dubbed noble most likely. "I see. Still, protocol dictates that the esteemed occupants of the carriage must step foot outside so we can verify their identity with our own two eyes. If that''s okay with his lordship?" "Verify away then." The guards all heard and saw an elf surprisingly departing from the inside of the carriage as he and his three companions revealed themselves to them all. Of course, little time of the inspection is only needed however when the guards saw the rose badge being adorned on the soul-siblings'' robes. Not to mention the plate armor that the cat-folk is wearing indeed is a sight to see. Regarding the Druid, the people know about the esteemed Order and its contributions to the land so she''s welcome here as well. The guards'' demeanor immediately changed as both of them bow their heads down to acknowledge the group. "A fine welcome to you, my lord, and his regarded companions." The guard greeted and allowed them entry without any hesitation. "The Lady will certainly be thrilled about your noble appearance here in our village." "The Lady?" Gray questioned in confusion. "How about your Baron?" "Baron Stan is currently away with his two sons at Flocaster together with a handful of his elite Knights." The guard answered. "As a result, the good Lady Stephania herself is left in charge of the affairs of the village. She''ll be the one who''ll welcome you in the Walcot Manor. I''ll assign my partner here to escort you into the Manor." "I see." Gray nodded in understanding. "Very well." With the business with the guards now concluded, the carriage was granted entry to the village with a free reign as Ivan park it somewhere near the entrance at the stables and will be joining with the group soon after he''s finished. The guard that was talking to them also sent a villager to inform the Lady in advance about Gray and the other''s appearance to make the necessary preparations for their arrival. While they are on the walk, Gray marveled at the small houses that make up most of the village''s composition. The farmlands are seen nearby and many are tending to the crops as their way of sustenance in their daily lives. Overall, the village is quaint, quite similar to Oakwood except for the location of the buildings obviously as what one might expect in a village during the old times. While the group is also passing along the premises, many of the villagers and peasants acknowledge them, most notably at Gray and Selena as per their rank of nobility with the \u003cBadge of Baronship\u003e being served as the proof. In a short while, the quartet arrived at the entrance of a two-story luxurious manor. Near the door entrance, a young beautiful black-haired woman with twin-tail styled in a braid is seen with her maid, an old woman wearing the maid outfit designated to her task. The lady of the village wore an elegant long-sleeved dress that any noble worth their money can afford. The two of them welcome Gray''s group in front of their abode with them bowing their head as a sign of welcome and respect. "I welcome you, esteemed Baron and company." The noble lady greeted them with a friendly smile. "My name is Lady Stephania Walcot, acting Baroness of Einsberg with the absence of my honorable father and brothers. I was not expecting a visitor such as yourself to grace forth in my village." Stephania Walcot Level 9: \u003cSilverhartian\u003e Health: 702 / 702 Stamina: 412 / 412 Mana: 222 / 222 "I''m Gray Allister, the Baron of Oakwood." Gray returned the gesture with his own bow. After the short action, he then introduced his companions as per compliance with the social etiquette that most nobles are entirely known for. "And these are my companions, my sister, Lady Selena Allister, my Knight, Sir Isamu Meiyo, and a friend of mine from the Order, Liliane Springflower." ''Friend.'' Lily indeed was beaming mentally at how Gray had introduced him to the Lady. Of course, she''s also aware that it''s all for the sake of formality of a sort and perhaps the elf neglected to use the word ''acquaintance'' instead in favor of putting her into a good position with the social group and interaction most probably. It''s also one of Gray''s conditions that if Lily wants to be part of the group, then she would interact like a normal human being and not a sparrow constantly lurking around in secrecy as she did to him and Selena for the past three months. "Oakwood... I see." Lady Stephania smiled with a nod of acknowledgment. "Once again, it''s a pleasure to meet you all. You must be tired from your long journey Baron Gray. Why don''t we head on in so that you and your companions can get yourselves acquainted with the Manor and have some short rest? After that, we''ll have some lovely dinner together. No doubt, all of you must have a grand tale to regale and it''s nice to have some guests every once in a while." "It would be our honor, my lady." Gray agreed with Stephania''s suggestion as all of them proceeded to enter the Manor when the maid opened the door for them while acknowledging their presence with a respectful bow that compliments with her serious expression in line with her duty to the Lady. And with that, the gang, for now, will have their rest for today here at the village of Einsberg before eventually making their way to Flocaster for tomorrow. 97 Lady of the Village Entering the Manor, the four were introduced into extravagant interior design, filled with many of the porcelain display that emphasized the luxurious lifestyle that the Walcot family have been living into. A candle chandelier graced forth above that overlooks the part of the manor at where the group is currently at, making up the incredible lighting of the place that indeed did its intended purpose of brightening up the inside. ''Neat.'' Gray thought as he could not help but be slightly amazed at the grand sight that was marveled upon him. Of course, it''s his first time visiting a noble''s proper home, so his line of thinking is understandable. His concrete reaction, however, stated the opposite, merely sporting a not so affected look that resonates a demeanor of calmness and would try not to make a big deal too much out of it, given that he too is a noble and will be having the same benefits such as this in the future if time permitted him. Besides, he''s seen even grander in the modern days back when he visited a mansion of his rich friend from college during his past life. So, yes, he''s seen better, but that does not mean that he does not appreciate the architectural splendor of what a Manor during a fantasy medieval period has to offer. Anyways, the four were led into a small brief tour around the Manor by Stephania and her maid until they reached into the guest rooms, where they''ll be staying for the night. "These are the rooms where you''ll be staying," Stephania said to the gang as the door of two rooms conveniently faced parallel towards one another in a corridor. "In the meantime, I''ll be giving you four an ample time of rest. The bath area is at the corner on the left. We''ll meet at the dining hall where one of my servants will fetch you at around 7:00 pm if that''s okay with you all that is." "That would be wonderful." Gray smiled gratefully. "We all thank you for the hospitality, my lady." "It''s my pleasure." Stephania returned the gesture with a smile as well. "Well, if there''s nothing else, I''ll now leave the four of you to your devices. If there''s anything you need, you may approach Helena, my maid over here, or simply one of the servants." "Will do." Gray nodded with appreciation as he saw Stephania and the maid Helena bowing before taking their respectful leave. Not much planning is needed in deciding the room arrangements as there''s only one logical outcome in all of this. The men, Gray and Isamu will be taking one room, while the women, Selena and Lily will be taking the other one. "The bath area." They all heard Lily said as her eyes sparkled with excitement. "It''s been three days since we get to have a proper one." "Alright." Gray saw no reason to deny it. As a matter of fact, their hygiene during the past few days has left little to be desired, so it''s a much-needed necessity that they must undertake. That and they don''t want to be rude to Stephania in being smelly guests that would potentially ruin his reputation, especially with him being a noble. As such, the gang decided, well¡­ the women decided that they should go first, with Lily being the lead, followed by Selena, Gray, and Isamu. The cat-folk was the last one obviously. With all that fur on his entire body, no doubt that bath time for Isamu will surely be something that would consider being a chore and will take much longer. "Uh¡­ can''t you just lick yourself or something?" Gray questioned Isamu regarding his hygienic matter. "What do you take me for, a mere housecat?" Isamu deliberately stared at the elf in a deadpan look. "If I would choose between a proper nice relaxing bath with soap and licking my own furry ass, then you know damn well I''ll choose the former. Our race has already evolved way past such primitive practices." "Hahaha, I was just kidding around." Gray chuckled in response to the cat-folk''s reaction. "Although imagining you licking yourself is indeed fucking hilarious, hahaha!!" Isamu shook his head with a smirk at his elven friend''s jest. Speaking of Selena''s case, yes, despite being a Sentinel, she also has a desire to rid that undesirable stench going on within her own body and is meticulous about her hygiene. In short, the Sentinel, well in her particular circumstance of being a self-aware entity born out of a soul, is also much capable of taking a nice bath of her own and none will ever deny her such privilege. With all their plans now set to stone, the four proceeded to enter their rooms for some rest before eventually making their own turns at the bath area for some relaxation time. *** After taking their respective personal necessities, Gray and the others were indeed fetched by a servant and were led into the dining hall where they''ll be taking their dinner with Stephania. To not insult the noble lady at this fine evening, the gang opted to wear formal attire to make themselves comfortable. As fitted to their station, the Count of Chadena generously included sets of noble clothing as a parting gift inside the carriage that they rode to fit their stations worthy as a nobility. Gray wore fine clothing that consisted of a blue brocade long-sleeved jacket with a belt that covered his \u003cPeacekeeper''s Tunic\u003e underneath. He also has long black pants and brown boots to compliment his new look. Isamu wore a brown variant of the elf''s jacket, with the scanty difference of being longer. His lower garment consisted of long blue pants and black boots. Selena is seen with a nice-looking long-sleeved violet dress with a pair of white sandals that emphasized her slender feet. No doubt, her child-like charm has been accentuated that many indeed would consider cute despite her clear lack of emotions that she always possessed. In Lily''s case, she always has an extra spare of her usual outfit. As such, she is dressed in the same robes and clothing that her companions have grown accustomed to. Add to the fact that her attire is also fitted on these kinds of occasions, so there''s certainly no problem here. The servant guided the quartet to the dining area of the Manor where a long table is filled decoratively with various kinds of high-class food that are only accessible by the nobility. No doubt Gray and his companions felt their hunger skyrocketing abruptly upon seeing the delicious meal that is served, since its been days since they ate proper food that is leaps and bound in quality compared to the supplies of meager food that were provided to them for the trip. Of course, they did not display their cravings as social etiquette dictated otherwise. Stephania is witnessed on her sit as she was at the center end of the table where she greeted the four happily and gestured all of them to take a seat close to her. The gang complied as they abide by the Lady''s kind bidding. "It''s so nice that you four can join me on this wonderful evening." Stephania initiated the conversation as she saw the quartet taking their respective seats. "All the same to us, my lady." Gray smiled in response. "We sincerely thank you for this kind invitation." "It''s my pleasure, Baron Gray." Stephania looked at him with intrigue. "Tell me, my good lord, your name certainly does not sound familiar and is indeed something new. May I know the glorious tale of how you acquired your rank of nobility? Being the Baron of Oakwood, it must be the good Count Randalf who awarded you for something that is indeed worthy in his region." "It''s a long story, my lady," Gray said respectfully and agreed with her, thinking that there''s no harm in telling his narrative that lead him to where he is right now. Of course, he''ll still be excluding the parts about anything involving him being Paragon since he''s not quite ready to reveal such sensitive and dangerous information. "If you want really want to hear, then I''ll gladly oblige." The night is very young and Stephania did love a story coming from visitors outside of the village, no matter their background and outlook in life are. It indeed brings some enlightening things for her to think about. As a result, she wholeheartedly agreed as she listened attentively to every word and detail that Gray and also his companions have been telling. Time seemed to fly fast on their chat as Stephania could not help but be overjoyed by the gang''s delightful tale of their adventures to her, Gray''s moments in Oakwood, excluding his time with Wynather clearly, his first meeting with Isamu, the pair''s endeavors at the Bandit Encampment, their arrival on Chadena, Gray''s unforgettable dance night with the Bards and patrons at the Fighter''s Retreat, The sibling''s apprenticeship, Isamu''s time at the farmlands, the gang''s first official mission with the Warrior''s guild where they were rescued by Lily, and of course, their ascension to nobility and Knighthood, the latter in Isamu''s case. ''Wow.'' Yes, even Gray was also feeling delightful while reminiscing the things that he achieved here in Silverhart despite only the passing of a few months. ''Never thought I get to do this stuff in solely three months here. This is kind of nice. Something to talk about to the grandchildren in the future, hehe.'' "Oh, I envy you four." Stephania sighed deeply despite the adoring smile on her pretty face. "Your adventures certainly are unique, and I always wanted to see the sights all around this land, unchained by my family name. Of course, that''s something that every noblewoman such as myself would dream about, so it''s really nothing new to fret about. You know Baron Gray, you do remind me a little of this dashing Bard who I''ve met some time ago at Flocaster." A Bard?" Gray wanted some additional things to talk about aside from him and his companions, so he decided to go for a change of topic. "He seems kind of a fun gentleman to be around." "A gentleman he may be, but he''s a womanizer from the things that I''ve been hearing from him." Stephania giggled at the thought of the Bard. "Of course, not that I assumed that you''re a womanizer mind you. It''s just that, both of you possess a rather fun and charming personality if I boldly say so myself by the way you speak and your exploits. If the two of you ever meet, I have a feeling that you''ll get along perfectly as well." Gray only nodded in acknowledgment at her statement. "Anyways, about him," Stephania added. "I''m not so blind as to pursue a serious romantic relationship with him, merely something that brings the benefit of love without actually being lovers. Such complicated affairs of romance would only bring trouble to me and my family. I''m not ready to be committed yet in a romantic sense.'' ''In short, friends with benefits.'' Gray thought in realization at her statement. ''Yup, nothing new that I heard about, at least back in my past life.'' "Well, you sure do boast some colorful moments yourself, my lady." Gray simply grinned sheepishly. "Why yes," Stephania said dreamily. "Julian would always sing the most lovely songs and recite the most captivating poems to me while sweeping gracefully of my feet. Sadly, our relationship has to end when my two kill-joys of brothers threatened to cut off what makes him a man and chased him until the far ends of the town. Speaking of which, you did mention that you''ll be heading to Flocaster at the Bardic University, correct?" "Yep. Like I said earlier, the Headmaster wanted to meet me. Why do you ask?" Gray replied. Stephania in response took out a letter from her pocket and shown it to Gray. "If it would not be so much of a trouble, I want you to give this letter to Julian at Flocaster. I know that such menial tasks are reserved for the servants, but my father and brothers recognize their own subjects. Additionally, they always visit the University and I fear that my servant might end up meeting them both and I just don''t want to risk it. You on the other hand my lord is someone yet unknown and they won''t go in their way to question a fellow noble with his own business." "I see." Gray nodded in understanding as he received the letter. "My arrival here is indeed a convenience for you, haha. Very well, I''ll deliver your letter to this not-lover of yours." Stephania got the elf''s joking term as she laughed sincerely in response. With Gray''s acceptance, naturally, he knows what is going to come next right in his very face. \u003cQUEST START!!\u003e\u003cA Musical Mayhem\u003e [Lady Stephania Walcot wishes for you to deliver a letter for her to some Bard name Julian at Flocaster.] Quest Completion ¨C Deliver the letter that was given to you by Stephania to the Bard Julian. Quest Bonus: (???) Quest Rewards: (???), (???) \u003cACCEPT QUEST?\u003e YES / NO Without question, Gray clicked YES on the Quest notification, officially accepting the task that was given to him. And with that, the night continued with more conversation involving themselves and the town of Flocaster in general that Gray has been meaning to question Stephania. *** Late-night has finally come and after the dinner and chat, it''s a reasonable time for the people inside the Manor to retire to their own quarters in preparation for whatever tomorrow has in store. To be more specific, it''s now around 1 am in the morning and everyone is currently sound asleep. Indeed, it''s such a peaceful and blissful moment that everyone in the village grew accustomed to it. But not for long¡­ While Lady Stephania was asleep harmoniously inside her quarters with her nightwear, an unknown shadowy figure of a man welcomed himself in her unaware presence, staring at the sleeping beauty with malicious intent and his true expression obscured by the current darkness of the unlit room. 98 An unlikely Luck from Chaos It was darkness all around the area with the essence of nothing filled in this void space of utter quietness. Gray found himself baffled as to how he ended up here in this particular blankness of the dark where nothing noteworthy is witnessed here. Well, yes, there''s nothing really to see here, and anyone in their still right mind would undoubtedly descend into an utter state of madness when they spend here for an extended period, no doubt the solitude would grip every last piece of sanity clinging for even a shred of hope. "Virtue and Chaos mold into one?" A dark voice of complete malice suddenly introduced itself as it spoke to the elf. "Not that I really care about the former, but the morals of good mostly limits you to the greater picture, deceiving you into your conquest for unlimited power. I see great potential within you, your hunger¡­ thirst for great power, it is what truly defines you. Do you know that an individual''s true personality and nature would only be revealed in the state of total Chaos? This is where the individual would thrive in his or her very being, molding him or her into an unstoppable force that few would dare to match." "What the hell?" Gray definitely was weirded out by all of this, even though if the voice kind of make sense in his philosophy. "Who in Sylvia''s name are you?" "You''ll know in time." The voice held an amused tone. "If you truly desire for more power, you will seek my emissary at the Musician''s Pub in Flocaster. From there, he''ll instruct you with further details." "And why should I listen to you?" Gray crossed his arms in unamusement. "Hearing a dark voice suddenly emerging out of nowhere is not something that one should agree with just like that." "Perhaps you''re right." Gray heard the voice chuckling. "That is why I''m going to grant you a portion of what I''m going to offer you something that you might want to consider. Let''s simply call it an investment in my part of a sort." In an instant, a ring with a strange red mark of a star in the middle of eight arrows in a radial pattern appeared on his left middle finger. Item received: \u003cRing of Chaotic Fortune\u003e (Suppressed) \u003cRing of Chaotic Fortune\u003e (Suppressed) \u003cEpic Jewelry\u003e Attribute Requirement: None Level Requirement: None Additional prerequisite: Any of the Chaotic Alignment. Enchantments: +10 Luck, Luck is also increased by 30% of Chaos points, Gain Chaos points 10% more, Gain Order points 10% less. "Woah." Gray, no doubt, was surprised by this new powerful item. "Suppressed, huh? If the ring shows promising enchantments on its current state, I can only imagine how powerful it could be at its full aptitude." "Indeed." The voice agreed with him. "If you want the ring to show its true power, then it would be wise that you do my bidding." "Maybe." Gray had to admit that he was certainly tempted to do whatever this voice asked of him. This ring is the perfect chance for him to increase his Luck without ever needing to resort in spending his attribute points to the said attribute. The convenience is clearly more than appealing. "I''ll just meet this guy of yours at Flocaster, correct?" "And perform as he instructs." The voice quickly responded. "As much as I would love to chat with you more, I have some other business that is required of me. Until we meet again¡­ mortal. And by the way, it would do well for you to wake up at this very moment and take a look at the lovely moonlight outside. The twilight is certainly a sight of remarkable grandeur to perceive that even someone of exceptional Chaos such as myself also came to appreciate." "Uh¡­ can''t you just tell me directly?" Gray asked, wondering why the voice would go such trouble if he could tell him the task right now. A short silence was followed before Gray heard the voice chortling with intrigued, much to the elf''s confusion. "No, no, no." The voice answered with an easy-going yet disapproving tone. "Where would all be the fun of that? Think of our situation as a story, where this is Chapter one or perhaps the prologue of a book. You don''t want the first part of the story to explain all of the plots now, would we? That would be highly dull and tasteless in a story''s progression, hehe." "Right..." Gray could only sweatdrop in response. Although he was quite annoyed at how this entity seemed to be playing him for its amusement. The voice then deemed worthy that this conversation is finally concluded as it prepared its farewell remarks. "Remember." Gray heard the entity''s final words. "Revel in Chaos and Anarchy with all thy heart for it is the only Truth. Order is a pathetic illusion that only birth the weak-willed and indecisive. Farewell, Paragon, and hopefully, we''ll meet again in more favorable circumstances, hehe. And with that, the voice was no more, and Gray was forced back among the living in the mortal plane. \u003cQUEST START!!\u003e \u003cIn Chaos, we flourish.\u003e [An unknown entity has offered you a gift and task in your dreams. You are to proceed at the Musician''s Pub in Flocaster and speak to the emissary.] \u003cQuest Completion\u003e - Go to the Musician''s Pub in Flocaster and speak with the emissary. \u003cQuest Bonus\u003e - (???) \u003cQuest Rewards\u003e - (???), (???) \u003cACCEPT QUEST?\u003e YES / NO Gray thought about it for a moment before clicking YES in the end. From there, he''ll truly decide whether he''ll pursue this entity''s request or not after speaking to this emissary. Hopefully, it won''t be something problematic that may cause him trouble in Flocaster. *** And as per instructed by the voice, Gray indeed woke up from night sleep, wondering what really was the conversation all about. ''Based on the way he talks, he must be some sort of God, calling me mortal as well as Paragon.'' Gray deduced mentally. He then verified his left hand, marveling at the now present ring on his left middle finger that was given to him by the unknown entity. ''Still, that being or whatever sure is generous to give me such a powerful ring.'' The elf also thought something about what the entity mentioned, something about him going outside to marvel at the night sky. As such, he first decided to open the window of the room. Accurate to the entity''s words, the night sky is undoubtedly majestic, especially the full moon that basked its grandeur throughout its entirety. While Gray was on his sight-seeing from his spot above, his eyes all over the area that overlooked a significant portion of the village from above, he spotted something not quite right. Hearing the sound of the door opening from below, Gray saw a man wearing a set of hooded leather armor emerging from inside. Of course, he would probably not pay him any sort of attention to him if not for the outfit that the mysterious man wore coupled with the late hour of this night. That, and the village curfew is currently on strict implementation, so no one aside from the guards and other authorized individuals is supposed to be outside prowling around in the dark. ??? Level 22 Health: 1,458 / 1,458 Stamina: 2,914 / 2,194 Mana: 390 / 390 Oh, and let''s also not forget the long sack that the man is carrying as well as he seemed to be in a hurry to get away from here. It''s clear as the daylight from hours ago that the man is up to no good. Relying on his best judgment, Gray pointed his hand at the fleeing man and immediately cast \u003cMana Slave\u003e from his spot above. The spell effectively took its place, causing the man to immediately halt his tracks as he clutched his head in agonizing pain while screaming and dropping the sack and himself into the ground. If his suspicions are false, though, then the elf us willing to make the proper reparations to his victim who he cast his magic upon. The guards patrolling naturally have heard the screaming, and they all went to investigate. Upon seeing the state of the man in pain down on his knees, they were definitely flabbergasted and wondering what in Wynather''s grace is going on around here. At first, they were concerned for the man''s well-being and decided to help him. At the same time, they, too, were suspicious of what this man is doing here at this time of the late evening accompanied by his dubious clothing. As a result, they decided to investigate the inside of the suspicious-looking sack while one of the guards is instructed to tend to the man''s well-being. "What the?!" The guards'' surprise skyrocketed further upon seeing the contents inside the sack. "L-lady Stephania?!" Indeed, it was the noble Lady herself who was dressed in her nightwear inside the sack. She''s witnessed to be unconscious and unaware of the current events that''s unfolding. They instantly put her out from the constricting sack and look after her concerning state of condition. "Uh, mates¡­" The guard that was tending to the man spoke with fear to his fellow guards. "You might want to take a look at this man of ours too." Heeding his advice, the guards were beyond puzzled yet again upon seeing the man now standing still. What''s even more menacing is that his eyes were shown to glowing brightly in the color violet with his entire body unmoving like a statue. The guards were immediately alarmed by this unholy sight and quickly sheathed their respective weapons in preparation for whatever this is. "Wait!" They all heard a serious voice coming from inside the Manor as they saw an elf approaching them calmly. The guards knew who this esteemed individual is as they were well-informed of a Baron from Chadena visiting here at their village. "Lord Gray." The Captain of the militia guards spoke on his men''s behalf as they all bowed down with regard for acknowledging and greeting him. "We are about to apprehend this crook for attempting to kidnap the gracious Lady over here, but it appears that he is in some sort of a state of magic trance." "I''m quite aware of that," Gray replied, now wearing his usual robes instead of his sleepwear. "As a matter of fact, that was my doing. My magic has ceased him from whatever sinister intentions he has for Lady Stephania. I was¡­ fortunate that I woke up from a bad dream and opened the window for some fresh air and looked at the beautiful night sky. Then I saw this man coming out from the Manor while carrying the sack and lurking like a rat who is in a hurry to leave. As a result, I have every right to be suspicious of his actions." "I see." The Captain nodded at his statement. "Then Einsberg and no doubt, the Walcot family is in your debt, my lord. We will apprehend this bastard for questioning to find out his motive for kidnapping the kind Lady." "Yeah, you men do that." Gray approved as he does not want to get in the way of the guards'' duties and ended the spell''s grip on the culprit, sending him fainting down to the ground. He then approached the unconscious Stephania with a concerned look and carried her gently in bridal style. "If it''s okay with you, I''ll be bringing her personally back inside. Additionally, I want two guards to come with me and assumed your post right outside of her room in case some other shit like this is going to follow as we are not exactly on the safe just yet. One of my companions is a healer, and she''ll be tending to your Lady''s health. With any luck, that bastard did not induce her with life-threatening drugs or any kind of similar medium." "Yes, my lord." The Captain agreed as the elf proved to be a trustworthy one tonight. They then took away the criminal to the jailhouse, where he''ll be locked and questioned before deciding his inevitable trial. ''This night sure is trouble.'' Gray thought with utter relief at seeing the Lady safe and sound in his arms while in the company of two guards on his side. ''Thankfully, that God or whoever he is, woke me up from my slumber so that I can save her just in time. Although I''m not sure if that was intentional in the God''s part or a mere coincidence. Nevertheless, I''m glad that this crisis was averted because it would also be a huge scandal in my place. The Lady disappearing on the night of my visit? I''m never going to hear the end of it, and I might also be branded as a suspect.'''' Fortunately, the incident ended without any further complications as the peace of the night slowly restored to its intended state as per the preference of the people staying in the village of Einsberg. 99 A fitting reward The job was supposed to be an easy one. He was tasked by a particular client of his to infiltrate the village of Einsberg and kidnapped the Lady whose presumed to be alone. The information of the Baron and his two sons who are away from the village was also provided to him as well by his client; thus, he was confident that he would succeed in his task without difficulties. Which begs the question¡­ ''How in the fucking names of the Divines did I end up here?!!'' The kidnapper, who recently woke up from his unintended unconsciousness, was currently flabbergasted as to why he is inside a jail, evident by the prison cells that he saw right in front of him accompanied by the sight of the darkroom that he is in. His hands were also bounded with chains to restrict his movement and comfort. No longer was his belongings among him as he was stripped entirely of it. When one is unconscious, anyone can get access to one''s Inventory, similar to looting. Currently, he is dressed in ragged clothing instead of his leather armor that was indeed taken away from him unwillingly. Despite his troublesome situation, the man forcefully calmed himself down to think for a moment at how he ended up in this fuck-up situation of his. The last thing he remembered is the unbearable pain on his head while carrying the Lady inside the sack before his consciousness faded away. ''W-wait, is magic the cause of this misfortune?'' The man''s eyes widen in realization. ''There''s no other plausible explanation for this. Damn that bastard!!! He never told me that there''s actually a Mage here in the village!!'' Of course, the man never knew about a particular elven Arcanist visitor as he was only provided with the information of the absence of the Baron and his sons before making his way here in Einsberg. He was proud and confident of his skills as a stealthy Rogue, and that resorted to his downfall aside from his lack of latest information. "Oh, look, you''re finally awake from your beauty sleep." The man was snapped out of his thinking as a guard greeted him outside of his cell. "Trying to abduct the good Lady now, would you?" The guard mocked the prisoner with a sharp look. "Scum such as yourself deserve to be beheaded by our Executioner." "H-how?" The man attempted to get some answers to clarify his circumstance. "How did I get caught?" "You are not in the position to be asking the questions here, outlaw trash." The guard immediately berated him. "Only we have the authority of such matters. Speaking of questions, you''ll be accompanying us to the interrogation room where we''ll be asking you¡­ nicely regarding your foul deed. Of course, if you are willing to cooperate, maybe we''ll lighten up your punishment." The man had no other choice but to comply with the guard as the latter opened his cells and dragged the former to where the questioning will take place. *** Naturally, everyone inside the Manor has now woken up and warned about the attempted kidnapping as they were all alarmed by the village security being compromised. As such, Gray and Lily were seen inside Stephania''s room, where both of them are accompanied by the Lady''s trusted person, the maid Helena. In the case of Isamu and Selena, they don''t need to be additional space inside the room, so they opted to stay out instead. Gray was allowed access in Stephania''s room because he was her savior, and Lily was allowed because she''s a healer and will be able to check for Stephania, who was seen being tucked on her bed by the maid Helena. Once Stephania is secured lying on her bed, Lily began her check-up to determine if any other harmful effects were somehow induced to the Lady. After a short while, Lily was done and told Gray and Helena that there''s nothing to be worried about, and she''ll be good as new when she''ll wake up. "Oh, thank the blessed Divines!!" Helena sighed with complete relief at knowing that her Lady is finally safe. "Of course, I also would like to thank you, Lord Gray, for saving her. I dread the thought of anything sinister that shall befall unto her." "It''s nothing." Gray smiled at the old woman''s genuine concern. "You must really care about her, huh." "You''re correct, my lord." Helena nodded happily in response. "I''ve known Lady Stephania ever since she was a wee newborn babe on my arms. With the passing of her mother, the late Baroness Vivian, during Stephania''s birth, the maternal responsibilities fall to me as I raised her into a prim and proper noble lady of the Walcot family. The same thing also applies to her brothers. As such, I came to treat and love the Walcot siblings as if they are my own, and I want nothing more than their happiness and good health." "I see," Gray answered with a tone of approval. "Then I''m glad that I could be of great help to you and the family that you have been taking good care of. It''s an honor to be of assistance." Helena bowed her head down, gratefully at the elf''s kind words. "Well, if she''s going to be alright, then I believe our work here is done." Gray declared, gesturing for Lily to come with him to leave the room. "If the Lady has awakened, let us know so that we can say our regards in person. Lily and I will remove ourselves from here so you two can have some privacy. There are also guards stationed outside, so you don''t have anything to worry about anymore." "Very well." Helena agreed with the elf. "And once again, I thank you both for tending to Stephania''s side, even if it''s not entirely needed." Gray simply nodded in acknowledgment as he and Lily left the room, going back to their own guest quarters so they too can catch up some sleep. *** The sunny morning came, and the gang found themselves in the living room where they''re currently together sitting on a comfortable couch. The quartet sat on one couch and facing in front of them is the same furniture, with the pair of both Stephania and Helena occupying, dressed in their respective proper outfit fitted in their own stations. Additionally, Stephania is also seen to be carrying an ornate rectangular box case on her lap. "I heard from Helena that it was you who saved me a while ago, Lord Gray." Stephania bowed her head down sincerely with complete gratitude. "I thank you from the bottom of my heart." "It''s my pleasure to do so," Gray answered, smiling. "If I''m going to be honest, the circumstance is also strange that lead to your rescue, given that I woke up from a bad dream of a sort which led me to open the window outside for some relaxing take of fresh night air before resuming my sleep. Luck is apparently on my side when I saw the kidnapper''s vile act with my own eyes and utilized my magic to stop him." "It matters not." Stephania giggled at the elf''s tale. "Your noteworthy action today has proved worthy for our family to consider you an honorable friend. Of course, such valiant deed, no doubt, should be rewarded." True to her words, Stephania handed over the box that she was carrying to Gray, causing the elf himself to wonder in anticipation of the contents of the said item. "Inside the box contains an assortment of original jewelry and gems that I''ve prepared personally for you this morning." The Lady said as she told Gray about the box. "I''ve estimated that you''ll get at around the amount of 12,000 gold if you sell it at the local jewelry dealer at Flocaster. In addition, the Walcot family will always welcome you and will be glad to assist with whatever troubles you will face in the future, an alliance I would like to call it. That I promised in the Divine Name of the Trade God, Shikarath. Why don''t you open it and see for yourself?" Following Stephania''s suggestion, Gray opened the box. Indeed, he and his companions were amazed by the different colors of trinkets and gems inside, glistening beautifully in its marvelous splendor. ''Well, more money in the purse is always nice.'' Gray thought with absolute delight at this reward. Not to mention, he has cemented some sort of alliance as well with the Walcot family, so that''s one thing that can be taken into consideration should he encounter some complications in his forthcoming endeavors. "Wow." Isamu, who is beside Gray, commented with sheer awe upon looking at the box''s contents. "We are so going to be rich, hehe." ''Big brother, before selling the jewelry, let me first pick a nice ring and necklace for me to keep.'' Selena telepathically asked as she was on Gray''s other side. "This is incredible." Lily voiced out her favorable view on the matter as she went behind the couch to see the contents of the box more clearly. Her eyes then sparkled upon seeing a specific green gemstone that she instantly took a liking. "Ooohhh, that''s a pretty emerald. May I keep that one instead, Baron Gray?" "Yeah, yeah, you materialistic buffoons." Gray could only shake his head amusingly at each of his companion''s antics and their rather secular view. Of course, he too, is also the same, and he could not wait to sell the jewelry for some precious gold coins. Stephania smiled at the display of Gray and his gang''s positive vibe towards one another, where they shared their plans and talked with one another openly. As a result, she could also not help but envy them a bit, and would also like to experience something similar. After the gang had their small talk, Stephania cleared her throat to once more get their attention. "I''ve also taken the liberty of sending a courier in advance to warn father and my brothers of this incident." The Lady said. "Should you ever cross paths with them in town or along the road, don''t hesitate to introduce yourself, and they''ll surely be on generous terms with you in an instant." "Noted, my lady." Gray nodded in agreement. As they continue their talk, they were interrupted by the guard captain, the same person who spoke personally with Gray a while ago during the incident. The guard captain bowed his head down to greet the group. "Lady Stephania, Lord Gray." The captain said with respect. "I bring news of the results of the interrogation that we conducted to the kidnapper." "I see," Stephania responded with her tone now all serious, as appropriate to the authority that she possessed here in the village. "Speak, captain. I want to hear what you and your men found about the motives behind his actions." "My lady." The captain frowned and told her the grave news. "The kidnapper¡­ he''s dead." 100 Corpse inspection Stephania and the others in the living room were all dumbfounded at the baffling announcement that was given by the guard captain himself. "Captain, what do you mean he''s dead?" Stephania questioned with a grave look. "Don''t tell me that you and your men were enjoying too much of your interrogation that you accidentally killed him? You know that my father has condemned such malpractices." "No, nothing like that, my lady." The captain instantly denied Stephania''s statement while dismissively raising both hands. "As a matter of fact, the interrogation was going pretty well, and we were able to extract some valuable information out of him." "Then, what went wrong?" Stephania asked as her expression turned even more severe. "Kidnapping, as what we always knew, always has a mastermind behind such schemes." The captain explained. "The man is actually willing to give us the name of his client, quoting that gold is not worth the shit that he is going to be subjected further by our interrogating and torturing. However, as soon as he was about to tell us the name, he suddenly perished, just like that." "Just like that?" Stephania tilted her head in confusion. "I genuinely hope that you are not pulling my leg here, captain. I don''t have time for any tomfoolery." "It''s the truth, my lady." The captain insisted. "As I said, as soon he was about to reveal the client''s name, he suddenly perished. To be more accurate, he was subjected to a heart attack of a sort as he screamed in utmost pain. At first, we thought that he was merely fooling around with us, but when we inspected his body after his attack, we found no pulse in his chest and no signs of breathing. As such, we declared him dead on the spot by mysterious causes." After the captain told them his story, the magic-users of the gang, Gray, Selena, and Lily assumed a grim look as they suspected about the precise cause of the kidnapper''s death. "There''s no other explanation other than magic then." Gray crossed his arms with a frown. "If you would allow us to inspect the corpse, then perhaps we''ll be able to determine the root cause behind the circumstances of his demise." They all looked at Stephania for confirmation since she''s the noble Lady of the village. "Very well." The Lady agreed with Gray''s suggestion. "I thought that we could put this case behind in the past for good today, but the mystery has yet to be uncovered." "Alright, if you would please follow me good sirs, and ladies, and I''ll take you to the where his body currently is." The captain said and gestured for all of them to do so. *** After a few minutes of trekking, all of them arrived inside a multi-purpose dark room that served as the morgue of the village, where they inspected the bodies of the dead before deciding the customary action of what to do with it, depending on the identity of the corpse. In the right corner-most of the room, the kidnapper''s body is laid straight on the table naked with only a towel to cover his genitals. Speaking of the body, they took notice that it''s still in a considerable condition, evident by its recent passing. "Let''s see..." Gray said as he began inspecting the corpse. "Aside from the injuries that he most probably got from the guards'' interrogation, there''s nothing really remarkable to see physically." "Then, how are you going to determine his cause of death, Lord Gray?" Stephania, who is beside the elf, asked. "Simple." Gray grinned as he conjured a familiar piece of green parchment from his Inventory. "To deduce a conundrum of magical essence, naturally, we combat it in the same way. The parchment of Exolv contains a Magic Circle capable of deciphering such anomalies. It''s called the Seal of Magic Discernment. Let''s just hope that my deduction is correct since I don''t want this particular circle to be an entire waste." The elf unveiled the parchment, revealing a complicated-looking Magic Circle. Although the design is no doubt complex, one prominent feature in this circle is the symbol of a question mark in the middle, making it the simplest to perceive from the intricate set of drawing arrays. Gray attached the parchment on the kidnapper''s dead body and muttered the words, "Exolv" while touching the said parchment to begin the circle''s intended effects. This allowed Gray to analyze any magical oddity present on the man''s body. After a short while, he withdrew his hand from the parchment, and the circle disappeared from the paper, marking the end of its use. "I was able to deduce some magical residue present within him," Gray said his findings. "Tell me, Captain, did you notice any drawings of Magic Circle activating upon his death?" "No, my lord." The captain shook his head. "How unfortunate then." Gray look turned grimace. "Either this one is some kind of dark spell or an obscure Magic Circle." ''Obscure, huh.'' Selena commented on mental communication with Gray and the others. ''If the latter is true, It appears that a red parchment of Exolv is used here instead of green, thus allowing the Mage to cloak the details of his circle.'' "A red one." Gray frowned at this prospect. "Yes, it would seem so. I also know that the red parchments are rare and caused a huge fortune even to purchase one. Whoever cast the magic is most likely a Mage with a considerable amount of wealth." "Or perhaps he stole it." Lily voiced out her point of view. "Yes, that''s also a possibility." Gray nodded in agreement with the Druid. He then continued explaining more of what he deduced about the whole matter of the kidnapper''s death. "The circle was activated the moment when he was about to confess the name, for the purpose of ending his life before the information is about to be revealed. As such, I also assumed that it''s a conditional type of a circle, only to be activated when certain requirements are met, which in this case, the intention of revealing the mastermind''s identity. It most probably was cast on him without the kidnapper''s knowledge as he''s willing to tell the name after all." Gray paused for a moment and asked one more question to the captain. "How long is our man dead?" "Around three hours ago, my lord, when we last questioned him." The captain answered. "Tsk, how unfortunate." Gray clicked his tongue in annoyance. "If his death is recent, I may be able to reveal the details of the magic circle with a certain spell of mine, but sadly, it would be useless now, since a Magic Circle would decay in an hour and is already gone by now. Perhaps I may be able to decipher the circle to find more clues about our culprit." "Forgive me, my lord, and my lady." The captain apologetically bowed his head to the whole group. "If only I were able to warn you all immediately about his death. We thought that such matters could wait in a few hours where you are all awake and refreshed for the day." "It''s fine." Gray shook his head in a dismissive tone. "You are not a Mage, so it''s understandable if you lack comprehensive knowledge about magic. If similar cases such as this happen in the future, then you should learn from this mistake and immediately warn your Lord or Lady without any delay." [+1 GOOD] "Yes, what Lord Gray just said." Stephania agreed with forgiving the captain. Punishing him won''t do any merits, and he''ll simply be off with a warning from the elf. She also knew that the captain is a genuinely good person and means well in all his actions. "I thank you for your leniency, my lord and lady." The captain bow once more, but this time in a grateful way. With their investigation finally deemed to be concluded, Gray and the others bid farewell to the captain before proceeding back to the Manor to discuss the gang''s next course of action. *** Meanwhile, inside an office at the Bardic University, we find a certain villainous elven figure sipping his exquisite red wine in a relaxing manner. He was witnessed sitting behind his desk with a look of utmost frown on his regal face. The elf was no other than the Dean, Luthais Faelar himself, reclining behind on his office desk. The reason for his negative expression is that he felt particularly magic of his activating a few hours ago, contemplating how the involving events transpired. ''Maddening.'' Luthais mentally muttered to himself. ''And here I thought that the Guild of Shadows are renowned for easily getting the job done, but it appears that I''m mistaken.'' It was reckoned to be an easy assignment for the kidnapper that he hired, infiltrate the noble Lady Stephania of the Walcot family and bring her to the location that he provided for him, where a small group of his Mercenaries will be waiting. From there, the elf will be perpetuating a ruse of leading the rescue of the fair Lady from his band of depraved henchmen. For all Luthais knows, his men were also just as vile as he is. Whatever fate will Stephania be befallen on to her by the sick hands of his mercenaries, either by defilement or sick pleasure, he simply didn''t care. As long as the Lady is alive, then nothing really matters. It''s all for the sake of gaining the trust and alliance of the Walcot, a noble family who holds great influence here in Flocaster. With them being indebted to Luthais, no doubt, he can use the family as a political bargain and backing to further his impact in the royal court of Flocaster, thus gaining significant political power and further good terms with his fellow nobles and most importantly, the Count himself. Not to mention, the Lady is indeed a succulent young beautiful woman, so that''s unquestionably a bonus should she fall in love with him through his ''heroism.'' If Stephania and Luthais were to be wed, it would only cement the partnership between himself and her family, gaining an even stronger foothold among the nobility of the town. [+7 EVIL], [+2 ORDER] Luthais also considered that an outside party was involved in the foiling of his plan. After all, the man that he hired is someone from the infamous Guild of Shadows, and no simple guard or villager is capable of catching the man that easily. Of course, the elf prided himself as an individual of extreme caution and always anticipated the worst. As a result of his mentality, he implanted the red parchment of Exolv by casually tapping the Assassin''s back with the paper as a gesture of good luck before performing the deed, in a situation for whatever reason that the kidnapper was caught. ''Whoever this person is.'' Luthais thought with pure malice as his heart burned with wicked rage. ''He''ll pay dearly for standing in my way, just like the others.'' However, what the elf didn''t know is that his excessive caution is one of the greatest mistakes he has ever made in his future endeavors of corruption that is to come. 101 Blood and Shadow Back at the living room inside the Walcot Manor, the gang talked once more with Stephania regarding their next action that the former will undertake. "Well, we have plans on leaving today, my lady." Gray disclosed his intentions to Stephania. "Are you going to be okay here? We could stay for another day if you want and we''re not much in a hurry at heading on to Flocaster." "I appreciate your concern, Baron Gray." Lady Stephania smiled and assured the elf. "But I''ll be fine from here. The captain promised that he will send out more patrols and increase village security in addition to bringing some of the guards to be stationed here inside the Manor. You don''t have to worry about me anymore and proceed with whatever business that you wish to conduct. After all, you''ve done more than enough in rescuing me from the depraved hands of the kidnapper, and I don''t want to trouble you any longer." "If you''re sure," Gray said with a slightly concerned tone. If Stephania is okay with him leaving her village, then he supposed that it''s fine. His help is no longer needed here. "First things first, let''s have lunch together before you depart." Stephania offered. "A stomach filled up with delicious food before the journey is a nice and practical way to start. Also, I wanted to have one last chat with you and your companions since I very much enjoy the one that we did last night during dinner." "It would be our pleasure." Gray smiled in agreement, seeing no reason to deny the Lady''s kind gesture, and he was also getting a little bit hungry, to be honest. Gray then faced his companions and told them to make their preparations so they can leave this early afternoon, right after having some nice lunch with Stephania. *** With Gray and the others, all gone in the morgue, the Diener Maynard who was responsible for tending to the kidnapper''s corpse shall heed with the Lady''s command. A few moments ago when the Diener encountered Lady Stephania and her companions, the Lady instructed him to dispose of it somewhere far from the village now that the corpse is no longer of use. Aside from the intended effects of \u003cOrceth''s Tears\u003e, it also allows turning the physical body back to its crystal form, for mere convenience. Such convenience included the carrying of the corpse, where it would be obliviously easier to transfer a corpse in its small crystal state than a significantly heavier physical body. Maynard cast the mentioned spell, returning the corpse back to is crystal appearance. He then called one of the villagers working as part-time to tell him to dispose of the body away from the village. The worker is seen to be wearing a simple blue tunic and long brown pants. His face is obscured with a hooded cowl and a masked bandana, fit for his work station at the morgue where he''s required to work with the dead bodies, meaning such tedious task is accompanied by the inevitable foul stench. He''s also seen equipped with a pouch bag on his right hip. "This is the corpse of the kidnapper who attempted to take the good lady away," Maynard said. "He does not belong to the graveyard where our honourable ancestors and families are buried. As such, you are to dispose of him away at the outskirts of the village for we don''t want a reminder of this man who has committed a grave crime before his demise." "As you wish." The villager nodded in agreement as he received the crystal and looked at it with utmost intent and carried it with care. His curiosity, however, was piqued at how this kidnapper suffered his untimely fate, so he asked. "If it''s of no trouble, may I know how he exactly died? Did the guards go too far in torturing him? Our good lord Stan abhorred such misconducts after all." "No, it was not caused by them." Maynard pondered for a moment before conveying his answer. In a short while, he saw no harm whatsoever in telling a small part of the story. "Thanks to the visiting Baron, we were able to find out about the kidnapper''s cause of death. Lord Gray mentioned that magic was the cause of the criminal''s demise using an obscured Magic Circle activating upon death, the very moment when he was about to confess his client''s name." Magic, huh." The worker muttered softly, his right fist clenching tightly after hearing about the incident. "That''s indeed unfortunate, well, for the kidnapper that is. I really thought that it was the guards who performed the foul deed and were abusing their authority. I''m relieved that it''s actually not the case. Anyway, thanks for telling me Master Maynard, and I''ll be heading out now so I can comply with your task as soon as possible." "Yes," Maynard said with approval. "You are free to leave." The worker bowed his head once more before departing the building. "Huh, what a nice young man." Maynard smiled in response. "Wait¡­ what was his name again? Conrad, maybe?" The Diener after his contemplation, simply dismissed his self-questioning, thinking that he can ask the young man once he got back from his task. Oh, how wrong he is¡­ *** With the performance of his oh so ''task'', the ''worker'' left the village and find himself in the distant outskirts after about an hour of walking. He then went off-road on the woods and lean back against a massive tree for some short rest. With no one to witness him, he instantly changed from the peasant attire that he wore, now sporting a black light armour set. The clothing is of leather material, ideal for stealth and agility. The chest piece possessed a hood, but it was currently down to reveal his familiar handsome face with messy black hair and a pair of blue eyes to compliment with. "Halbert." The young man uttered his dead friend and fellow guild member''s name while eyeing the crystal corpse on his hand with a sorrowful expression, the bangs of his hair covering his sorrow-driven eyes. "I didn''t expect that the visiting noble is a Mage capable of apprehending you and is awake at that time of the night. It appears that shit turned into a troublesome mess in your part." The kidnapping of the Lady is actually a collaborative task between himself and Halbert, where the former will be serving as a back-up and will bail him out should things did not go as according to plan. The one thing that Luthais does not know is the young man''s part in the task, a safety measure in case the client would turn his back in betrayal from the whole agreement and contract. And boy, was he devastated when he found out about his comrade''s untimely death. At first, he thought that it was the doing of those bastard guards, where they tortured Halbert for fun and giggles in their sick amusement. He then feared that he was too late in saving him. But as it turns out, it was actually some form of sinister magic that played a huge role in this incident, where Halbert died before getting the chance to confess their client''s name. Additionally, he can''t intervene at the night of Halbert''s capture, where the Baron is witnessed alongside with the guards, and it''s not worth the risk. He thought that it would be best to wait for Halbert to be imprisoned where he could free him instead, but such is no longer the case. "Halbert told me that the client was a Mage, the esteemed Dean from Flocaster." The young man''s frown turned more prominent as he thought more about the vile elf. "If anyone were to blame, then it''s most likely him¡­ Luthais Faelar." The name, he uttered every syllable with both hatred and rage. The general public always thought that the Guild of Shadows is simply a group of crooks and thieving outlaws who''ll do anything for the sake of gold and riches, no matter what the cost. They are also a guild of highly trained thieves who knows how to get the job done with brutal efficiency without taking their morals and the dire consequences into account. But what the people do not know is that the Guild also adhere to a set of values and conducts that separate them from a mere Bandit hunting for the innocent and the weak. No, the Guild is much more than that. Even thieves have their standards of honourable conduct, no matter how twisted it may be in the eyes of the many. One thing that''s for sure is that they value their camaraderie and friendship towards one another, leaving no man behind in their line of contract as much as they possibly can. They also never steal from the poor, and provide some subtle assistance, especially to the beggars and orphanages every now and then. The Guild of Shadows is like a Brotherhood, the one aspect that makes them comparable to the Warrior''s Guild. Every member of the Shadows are treasured, and their precious lives can never be replaced. That''s the decree that every Master or Mistress of the Shadows have emphasized to their subordinates in every generation of thieves to promote a harmonious working environment amidst the disorder of crime and mayhem. "The death of one Shadow demands the dark honour of blood; paid with the price of disgrace, degradation, and dishonour, all for the eternal suffering that would ensure even after the offender''s passing from this cruel world." The young man closed his eyes while reciting one of the doctrines presented in the Shadow Tapestry. The young man gave one final bow of respect to his friend''s crystal before withdrawing it inside his Inventory, where he will be taking it to the Guild Priest for a proper burial, and not to be disposed of like trash as ordered by the Diener. "May you walk in peace among the Shadows, Halbert Payton." The young man gave his last sincere words to the departed. With his mourning concluded, the young man decided to return back to the Guild as the mission is already forfeited. Sure, he can resume it by assuming the mantle more directly and kidnap the Lady instead in Halbert''s place, but the Shadow no longer is affiliated with the quest the moment when Luthais'' magic was invoked. Blood and Shadow demand the elf''s demise, and protocol dictates that the quest for dark revenge should be consulted first with the Mistress. As a result, the young man will beg for the Mistress that it will be he who will be performing the deed as a form of shadowy retribution and redemption for failing the mission itself. And by the dagger shall Luthais fall under the subterfuge of Connor Raulf, that he promised until his dying breath. \u003cQUEST FAILED!!\u003e \u003cA Lady''s abduction\u003e \u003cQuest Summary\u003e \u003cQuest Completion\u003e - Help Halbert in case he failed his task. [X] ___ \u003cQUEST START!!\u003e \u003cBlood and Shadow\u003e [The death of one Shadow demands the dark honour of blood; paid with the price of disgrace, degradation, and dishonour, all for the eternal suffering that would ensure even after the offender''s passing from this cruel world. Those are one of the binding words that are found at the Shadow Tapestry which every Guild member of the Shadows strictly follow. As such, you are to first head back to the Guild and consult with the Mistress of Shadows regarding this disquieting affair. From there, she''ll provide you with more of what you are going to do.] \u003cQuest Completion\u003e - Speak with the Mistress of Shadows and get her permission to do the honour of shadow vengeance. \u003cQuest Bonus\u003e - (???) \u003cQuest Rewards\u003e - (???), (???), (???) 102 Blood and Shadow II After the exquisite lunch with Lady Stephania, the quartet together with the lady now found themselves at the village exit in preparation for leaving this fine afternoon. Ivan is witnessed to be preparing the carriage as he tied up the horse and made final inspections on the said transportation for any damage whatsoever that may prove to be detrimental on their trip. Thankfully, he has not found any and signaled the gang that they are good to go whenever they''re ready. Lady Stephania faced the gang and started saying her final words to them. "It''s a great honor that I got to meet you and your companions, Baron Gray. I hope that you visit the village again. You are always welcome here, honorable friend." "I thank you for your kind words, my lady." Gray bowed his head in appreciation. "Although I can''t promise you that we''ll visit here again. My duties might take me in different places throughout this land and I''m not one for settling in one place for a long period unless circumstances demand." "Oh, I see." Stephania simply smiled at the elf''s response. Although, she can''t help but be saddened at the same time. As such, she decided to be bold on her next move. "If that''s the case, Baron Gray, then I wish you good fortune in your future endeavors to come. May Lady Sylvia bless you throughout your adventures as well." "And the same to you." Gray returned the gesture of blessing. Gray and the others then proceeded to board the carriage while the elf waved his hands in a farewell manner to the Lady. "Don''t forget to give the letter to Julian!!!" Stephania reminded the elf cheerfully from a distance. "And if we ever meet again, just call me Steph!!" "You got it, Steph!!!" Gray grinned with the same cheerful energy as he complied with Stephania''s request. And from here on out, it''s going to be a two-day journey for our heroes as they venture forth into the countryside yet again, marveling the sights of nature that have been bestowed into this world by the Goddess, Wynather. *** \u003cFour days later, Guild of Shadows Headquarters, Blerton\u003e Arriving at the aforementioned area, Connor is seen with a foul mood after the distressing events that have transpired in Einsberg days ago. The Guild of Shadows Headquarters is a secret underground hideout located on the outskirts of the illustrious town of Blerton, a settlement filled with corruption and crime as evidenced by the presence of the infamous thieves who are currently settling in. The underground has a series of underpasses that grant access to different parts of the town, including the outskirts. This is a way for a thief to possess easier entrance and exit into the headquarters and to stay away from the prying eyes of the authorities. Connor chose to enter via the outskirts entrance, a hidden cave located somewhere around the woods of Blerton. The cave itself boasted a sequence of confusing passages that any random individuals entering would surely get lost and will most likely end up back at the entrance at where they first started. Only a true thief of the Shadows is capable of transversing this perplexing site as it''s a part of their training. The cave also possessed hidden doors and switches around the dark corners that can only be discerned by the guild members. Meaning, the normal folk will never be able to enter the headquarters unless directed by a guild member. Connor obviously knows his way around the cavern, having been undertaking this chore for many times that he lost count. He displayed no hesitation in his every movement, calmly walking at the parts and finding the veiled openings with mere instinct alone, no doubt mastering every crooked and angle of the area as he found his way deeper inside underground without any issue. In the end, his efforts did not disappoint him like ever before, now finding himself at a wooden door with a small sliding peephole that''s used for verifying the one who is outside from the inside. Connor knocked on the door and waited for the thief lookout who''s inside to respond. In a short while, he saw the sliding peephole opening and saw two eyes looking at him meticulously, inspecting at Connor''s every being. Deeming the individual outside to be one of them, the peephole was closed and the door was open, revealing to be a female cat-folk with brown fur and green slit eyes wearing almost the same outfit as Connor. "Ah, no wonder this one smells familiar." The cat-folk thief acknowledged the human with a toothy grin. "If it isn''t one of the Mistress'' prodigies, Connor." "I''m back, Shanara," Connor spoke familiarly. "Is the Mistress around? I have to speak to her quickly." Shanara Xykes Level 25 \u003cAssassin\u003e Health: 1,641 / 1,641 Stamina: 4,012 / 4,012 Mana: 350 / 350 "Yes, the Mistress is always inside her office with that booze of hers, hehe," Shanara responded with a chuckle, as she and everyone at the guild are quite aware of the Mistress'' eccentricities despite her being the esteemed leader of the Shadows. "Speaking of which, I heard that you are not alone from your recent contract. Where is Halbert by the way?" "Dead," Connor answered her quickly without hesitation, his face assuming a grimace. "Dead!?" Shanara''s cat ears twitched in surprise with her face donning the same look of frown like Connor. "Explain, Connor. You do know what this means, correct? I hope you are not joking, for our sake." "The only joke that I perceive is your thought of me joking, especially in this kind of serious affair." Connor frowned at her statement. "As much as I want to have a leisure chat with you right here in the darkness of this cave, I have to deliver the news without delay to the Mistress." "It''s your funeral then." Shanara agreed as she granted Connor entrance to the headquarters. "After all, telling the Mistress such grave news would no doubt invoke her anger and we all know that she''s a whole lot scary when she''s mad. Still, to think that Halbert is gone. I hope whoever is responsible for his death will pay the most painful way before the end." "He will." Connor simply nodded in agreement and proceeded to enter, making his way inside going to the Mistress'' office and leaving Shanara back to her lookout duty. *** Now in front of the office, Connor was greeted by the usual lookout guarding the area, the Assassin Grim. Connor immediately told Grim about the whole incident and his business with the Mistress. "I see." Grim nodded in understanding of the situation with a sad look. "Halbert was a talented thief and a valuable asset of the guild. Not to mention, a good friend of ours. It''s disbelieving that he''s gone from this world. May he walk alongside the Lady Shadow in peace for all eternity." Connor bowed down as he shared the same sentiment of mourning with the older Assassin. "I suppose you''ll be having the pleasure of breaking the news to our Mistress," Grim said, causing Connor to nod in response. "Alright then. Go on in." Grim opened the door for Connor, resulting in the latter to thank him and entered the office with a heavy heart. Sitting behind her office desk before Connor is no other than the Mistress of Shadows herself as she was witnessed to be rather occupied in reading some of the documents while drinking a bottle of mead from her right hand. The Mistress of Shadows in a short while halted her reading and drinking in favor of eyeing the young thief with a welcoming smile on her seemingly angelic face. "Welcome back my dear Connor." The Mistress of Shadows beamed brightly at him. "I trust that your mission with the elf went well? Say, where is Halbert? Last time I remembered, he was your partner in this task of yours." "Mistress," Connor confessed with the utmost anguish. "Halbert is dead, killed by our very client himself." "Killed, you say." Indeed, The Mistress''s expression turned extremely cold all of a sudden, the very opposite of the mood that she was displaying earlier. No longer was she the happy go lucky woman that everyone in the guild came to love and respect. At this point, she is now the true personification of murder and darkness, her entire demeanor brimming with fury and grief within her heart. As a result, the bottle of mead that she was holding was smashed into pieces by her hand alone, as her hand inevitably bleed from the grisly act blinded by anger. Connor could not help but feel wary at the killer intent that the Mistress is radiating at this very moment as he unconsciously gripped his dagger from its sheathe. After a few minutes, the Mistress eventually calmed herself down as being blinded by her rage would do no good in any way. As the leader of the Guild of Shadows, her mind should be in an utter state of tranquility so she wouldn''t make any stupid decisions that will put the entire Shadow organization into jeopardy. "I truly apologize for my unbecoming display." The Mistress of Shadows sighed deeply, regaining her calm demeanor. "Are you sure that it was the Dean himself who murdered Halbert? Tell me the whole story, and spare no details." Connor nodded as he did so, telling the Mistress everything of what has transpired in Einsberg during the contract and night of the incident. He told her about the visiting elven Baron from Chadena, how the Baron apprehended Halbert, and most importantly, Halbert''s nature of magical death as told by the Diener. The Mistress has understood the situation perfectly, deducing as well that it was Luthais'' magic that was responsible for Halbert''s demise. "Luthais Faelar." The Mistress of Shadows uttered the name with disdain. "To think that he would perform such atrocity to one of our own. Yes, I too believe that it was he who performs the vile deed. I''m quite aware of how Magic Circle works as I have a friend who works at the University in Everfall and has educated me quite a bit. You do know what this means, right Connor?" "Yes, Mistress," Connor replied. "The rite of Blood and Shadow is to be invoked upon the elf." Blood and Shadow is a rite performed by the Guild of Shadows to someone who has murdered intentionally someone from the guild. The murderer would be marked and will be given the right to end his or her life, similar to a bounty hunt of a sort. The Guild of Shadows however has taken this to a whole new level. As per the doctrines in the Shadow Tapestry, The binding words meant that the offender should first suffer the three sanctions; disgrace, degradation, and dishonor. Death is simply not enough and the offender must be humiliated, exposed to his hubris and transgression while still breathing, and only then shall the last blow be dealt with the cold embrace of death. Of course, this only applies if the murderer is actually known, and many are lucky to have escaped from this gruesome rite where cases of guild members who are killed are unknown in nature and thus, would require some investigation on the guild''s part. The Mistress nodded as she agreed with Connor''s remarks. "Indeed. Tradition dictates that Luthais Faelar will be marked by blood, and he''ll pay dearly for his act of iniquity." "I couldn''t agree more," Connor said. "Halbert was a good friend of mine and we were partners in many contracts. Mistress, please allow me to perform the deed of bringing down the Dean with my own dagger. I won''t be satisfied until I slit that elven scum''s throat." "Hmm." The Mistress pondered for a moment if she should be giving Connor such a rather hard task. After all, this was the Dean of the Bardic University and not just any mere bystander with no name. In the end, she came up with her answer. "Very well Connor. I''ll give you the honor of performing the rite. Do know that you have to make him suffer, expose his misgivings first before getting rid of him for good." "You won''t be disappointed by your decision, Mistress." Connor bowed his head with gratitude. "I suppose I''ll be taking my leave. What of the Baron''s fate then? He''s also one of the reasons why Halbert was caught, leading to his death." "Leave him be." The Mistress ordered. "Luthais is your priority. The Dean''s death would spare many of our fellow thieves from his atrocity should he conduct business with us once more. He is a blight that needs to be purged before his influence will spread even further throughout the land, and I also do not like him, so that''s a bonus for me." "Alright," Connor replied as he bowed his head down before departing the office to make his preparations for the task ahead. Things are about to get hectic from here on out. Blood and Shadow will no doubt encounter destiny personified, a memorable event that will take place into the glorious town of Flocaster, the City of Jewels. 103 Inspection before entry Two days have passed since they departed from Einsberg, and the gang is finally seen nearing at the outskirts of Florcaster as signs of civilization and society can be witnessed at their proximity. Like most other towns, the farmlands located outside can now be seen as the gang saw farmers tending to the fields. Numerous small houses make up a mini-village for them to live on with a huge Manor overlooking the area, no doubt housing the noble that administers the entire place. "Finally, this is it, my lords and ladies!!" Ivan said with excitement at the prospect of their arrival while driving the carriage. "Flocaster, the City of Jewels. In a few minutes, we''ll be arriving at the town gates. As such, I highly advise that you prepare for a thorough inspection. The festival is going to start in about two days. Thus the authorities are definitely going to be in high alert." "The festival." Lily''s eyes shone with excitement at hearing the event. "It''s been a long time since I''ve attended my last festival at Everfall, where the Order''s main headquarters is also located. I wonder how Flocaster is going to fare compared to the capital?" "By a large margin, I can assure you," Ivan told her with glee. "With the Bardic University nearby, there is no doubt the festival is the grandest event of all in Whitemoor, filled with music and a lot of entertainment and games that folks both common and nobility get the privilege to enjoy to the fullest." ''That sounds wonderful.'' Selena mentally communicated with them all, her tone brimming with enthusiasm as fitting like a child who simply wants to have fun. ''I can''t wait to see what''s inside.'' "Same here, sis." Gray grinned with the same vigorous energy. "There will be a lot of beer and mead for Isamu and I to drink until we passed out, isn''t that right, buddy?" "You''ve got that right, oh splendid lord of mine." Isamu''s fangs bared excitedly for his companions to see. "The festival is the time to let go of yourself, temporarily forget one''s duty for the sake of carousing and enjoyment." Ivan simply shook his head with a smile at the group''s anticipation as he continued to set forth into their desired location. In a few minutes, the carriage has finally arrived near the town gates, and apparently, the group is not alone in their attempts to enter the town. Numerous travelers from different backgrounds and races are witnessed to be lining up, no doubt here, for the highly anticipated festivities as well. "The line sure is damn long," Gray commented with a frown as he took a peek outside. "It''s going to take us at least an hour before it''s going to be our turn at this rate." "Not necessarily," Ivan smirked at him in assurance. "The nobility is given priority in being granted entrance. Allow me to talk with the guards so we can secure our entry faster." "Well, that''s a bit unfair to the ones who are waiting in line." Gray rubbed his chin, pondering if he should be using his privilege as a noble. "Nah, it''s no big deal. We have made our journey for five days already. An hour or two won''t fucking kill us. If that''s okay with you guys?" [+3 GOOD] SPEECH CHECK: 51 SPEECH REQUIREMENTS: 30 \u003cPERSUASION SUCCESS!!\u003e RECEIVED 90 XP "Your patience and character are truly admirable, my lord." Ivan was slightly surprised by Gray''s decision. Most nobles won''t hesitate to use their privilege for self-interest and gain, but it appears that the elf is different. Gray''s companions agreed with the elf as it does not really matter either way since, in the end, they''ll still be entering the town, and there''s no need to make a commotion about any of that. *** An hour has passed, and it''s finally time for the gang''s turn to be inspected by the guards. Speaking of the guards, they are clad in a yellow tabard that displays the insignia of Flocaster, a striking red horse. The tabard covered the mail shirt and leggings that they are wearing. Their headgear is a kettle helm, with a leather neck guard for support. The two guards assigned as the inspectors eyed the next carriage meticulously, gesturing for the occupants to first get out so they can properly inspect the inside. In the case of their Inventory, it needs to be checked as well to find items of suspicions that may potentially jeopardize the safety of the festival itself. Gray indeed was a bit wary at the guards seeing his items, most notably his Godly items. The unnecessary attention that he will garner will unquestionably be troublesome and reveal his Paragon status most likely. Luckily, he has a solution to this predicament. ''And yet again, I owe dear Master for this.'' Gray thought with relief, something that was given to him by Rarsu during his and Selena''s apprenticeship in case they''re going to encounter situations such as this. ''The Seal of Item Secrecy sure does come in handy at times like this.'' The Seal of Item Secrecy is a high-level magic circle used to impersonate an item''s status. With this seal, anyone perceiving the item that was subjected to it will be presented with false information instead that''s displayed by the System, more specifically its tier, stats, level requirement, item description, and other factors by means of manually modifying it through the System while the magic circle ritual took place. The seal can only be utilized by high-ranking mages typically, but Rarsu allowed Gray to use it since the latter possessed items that can''t be exactly considered normal to the eyes of the general public, given his status as the Paragon. In short, the method is similar to the standard \u003cImpersonation\u003e skill, but it''s implemented on items instead and with the additional requirements of the mentioned seal. Naturally, Gray prepared the seal in advance, using it on his two Godly items, the \u003c Peacekeeper''s Tunic\u003e and the \u003cCodex\u003e, and his two Epic items, the \u003cRobes of the Lunar Mage\u003e and the recently acquired \u003cRing of Chaotic Fortune\u003e. The ritual was done months ago during his apprenticeship as per advice by Rarsu, with the ring having been done just two nights ago during camp. At first, Gray was having second thoughts if he should apply the seal to the \u003cRobes of the Lunar Mage\u003e, but if someone were to read the item description that involves the Demon Wolf God Fenrir, then he''s bound to be the center of unnecessary attraction, most notably the Paladins who''ll inevitably question him if he''s affiliated with one of the Demonic Gods. The same reasoning falls right to the \u003cRing of Chaotic Fortune\u003e as well. The rest of his unusual items are deemed okay and won''t be questioned too much since he''s a Mage, so it''s fine for him to allow the guards to inspect his Inventory. As the gang went out of the carriage to present themselves, the guards'' eyes widen with surprise, most strikingly at Gray and Selena as they gazed the rose badge that both siblings have been wearing at their robes. "Welcome to Flocaster, my lord, and his esteemed companions." One of the guards quickly recovered from his shock to not look stupid in front of the group. "If we had known that you were actually waiting in line like the rest of the good folk, then we could have immediately allowed you to be inspected first, so his lordship did not have to go with the trouble." "It''s quite alright," Gray assured to ease the atmosphere and begin telling them the same reasoning that he provided to his companions. "It''s not that big of a deal. In the end, all of us are going to get in, right? I don''t see the reason why anyone would be making a fuss out of this. Besides, we have already transverse from Chadena to here in a total of five days. An hour of more waiting is not the end of the world, hahaha." SPEECH CHECK: 51 SPEECH REQUIREMENTS: 30 \u003cPERSUASION SUCCESS!!\u003e RECEIVED 90 XP The elf''s light-hearted response was heard by the commoners who were behind him and his group, and indeed, they were rather delightfully surprised by a noble who''s actually willing to wait in line like the rest of them, unlike the other nobles who they grew accustomed to. Word spread rather fast among the common-folk in the proximity, and they surely all saw the elven Baron in an excellent light. They certainly had a favorable first impression about Gray and reacted well to how he admirably presented himself to the public. All eyes focus entirely on him, intrigued, and wanting to know more who this kind and esteemed Baron is. Gray simply sighed as he thought that this was nothing new, having experienced the feeling of fame in the past when he was in Chadena. The elf is a respected individual known by many of the townsfolk, known as Rarsu''s apprentice, and also introduced a foreign and catchy dance move known as the ''Gangnam Style'' in the Fighter''s Retreat. Not to mention, the information of his Baron rank spread swiftly among the citizens like wildfire right before his very departure. Oh, the memories... "If that is his lord''s wish." The guard did not question Gray any further. Although, he also thought about the elf positively and could not help but be impressed by the virtue and humility that the elf is exhibiting to all of them despite his significantly higher position. Anyways, the guards requested politely for the gang to introduce themselves and show their respective Inventory so the guards can verify each of the contents and to write it down on the manifest that one of them is holding for future reference. This is to ensure that if someone from outside committed a crime, especially here in the bustling distractions of the festival, then the information that was written can be used as a clue for investigation. The guard blinked his eyes with surprise upon hearing the elf''s name. "You''re Lord Gray Allister?" The guard asked. "The honorable headmaster is expecting you then as his distinguished guest. You are requested that you head on to the University without delay so that he can welcome and provide you and your companions respective rooms to stay." "That''s certainly kind of him." Gray nodded in agreement, relieved that the issue of lodging seemed to have been resolved. "Very well." The guard smiled in return and begun his inspection of the elf''s Inventory. "I see, so his lordship also owned some items that are magical of nature." The guard commented as he saw various parchments of Exolvs and potions in the elf''s Inventory UI. He also checked Gray''s equipment, and indeed, the seal performed its intended effect, masking the sensitive items so the guard won''t be having some suspicions about who he really is. "Hmm, I believe you are good to go, my lord. I''ll next inspect the rest of your companions and the inside of your carriage. After everything is clear, all of you can be on your way inside." True to his words, the guard and his partner did so. The rest of the inspetion went along smoothly, with some questions from Isamu''s legendary scarf and an assortment of magical items from Selena and Lily. After a few minutes, the pair deemed that the gang is all cleared up and good to enter. "Welcome to Flocaster." The guard officially welcomed the gang. "I hope you find the town to your liking. The festival will begin in around two days. The Bardic University is located at the High Quarter of the town." "The High Quarter?" Gray asked. "It''s one of Flocaster''s districts, similar to how Chadena divides its territory, my lord." Ivan intervened. "I''ll tell you more about the subject matter while we make our stroll throughout the town." "Will do." Gray nodded happily. "Thanks for the information, good guard." And with that, the gang entered the gates of the illustrious town of Flocaster, excited on what the City of Jewels has in store for all of them. 104 Flocaster "The town boasts a long history of music, tradition, and culture, centering around the City of Jewels that Whitemoor proudly calls Flocaster. No doubt, travelers from all around Silverhart would be enamored by the majesty of the place, a ballad of tales and revelry emphasizing the artistic creativity of most of its citizens. Bards, poets, troubadours, minstrels, and many others who delved in the aesthetic arts¡­ such are the norm here that the Bardic University takes prides upon. - Valerius Tiberius, Author of ''Adventurer''s Guide to Whitemoor, 2nd Edition'', 6th day of Ending''s Cry, 1443. *** "So this is Flocaster." Gray took a deep breath of wonder as he marveled at the scenery inside the majestic cultured town. "It certainly is breathtaking." "I agree." Lily nodded alongside Gray. "The people around are so lively around here. It''s like the whole town is practically a theater, in my opinion." ''Yes.'' Selena agreed as well. ''It''s a nice change of scenery from Chadena, that I can say.'' "Hehe, yeah." Isamu grinned with enthusiasm. "We are so going to enjoy it here." Flocaster, if the average traveler would be describing it, is simply magnificent. The streets are fairly clean with little to no signs of litter, bustling with different activities and entertainment, as evidenced by the many bards and musicians playing around the area with their respective different musical instruments, while the children in the proximity play various parlor games with smiles all over their faces. The town is flourishing, radiating with economic supremacy as townsfolk and merchants at the marketplace interact with one another harmoniously. Craftsmen and artisans of various trade are witnessed at their own stalls or shops, presenting their craftsmanship and talent while selling their products to the public. Not to mention, the whole area exhibited an atmosphere of liveliness and pure excitement, no doubt thrilled for the upcoming festival that will be held two days from now. Many of the townsfolk are seen preparing many of the decoration, stalls, and entertainment for the said event. Overall, it is of no jest that Flocaster is a colorful town filled with exhilaration. In Gray''s point of view, he sincerely thought that he was in a renaissance fair of some sort back on his past life on earth when he attended such cultural events together with his friends back at college at one point. "Well my esteemed clients, this is the town you have been waiting for." Ivan said while driving the carriage that is beside the quartet who are outside walking. "Flocaster, the City of Jewels." "I''ve read a book regarding the town, and I must say that the description of its grandeur is of no exaggeration." Gray said to Ivan. Then the former recalled what the latter mentioned outside, something about the High Quarter. As a result, the elf decided to ask about it. Ivan obliged by telling Gray that the High Quarter is one of the four districts of Flocaster. It''s where the renowned Bardic University is located. The High Quarter also served as the residential area for the nobility and wealthy, where they lived in their luxurious Manors. Another notable establishment aside from the University is the Steed Palace, the exalted castle of the town where the Count and his family reside. The district that Gray and the others are currently is known as the Trade Town. Evident from the name itself, it is the part of Flocaster where the merchants and other people of the various profession make their living around here from their business establishments. During the day, this is the most occupied district of the town where the citizens make their living in conducting their daily work to sustain themselves. After Ivan explained two of the four districts, for now, Gray decided on their first course of action: to find a place to stay. Fortunately for the gang, the Headmaster offered them the specified gesture, so that''s one problem that has been diverted. "I suppose we''ll head on first to the Bardic University." Gray said to the group. "A roof on top of our heads is our number one priority here." The rest of the gang all agreed with Gray''s plan. "I still have to park my carriage and horse to the stables for safekeeping, though." Ivan told the four. "The consultation with the stable master is going to take a while. You may all proceed without me, and I''ll catch up with you. If you need directions to the University, you may simply ask the locals, and they''ll be happy to assist you." "Got it." Gray nodded in agreement as he and his companions proceeded to make their way to the said location. Ivan bid them a wave of farewell before gesturing his brown horse to move the carriage in the opposite direction going to the stables of the town. The quarter is now seen to be trekking throughout the town while marveling at the beautiful sights that surround in their vicinity. As suggested by Ivan, the gang along the way asked a dwarf civilian for directions to the High Quarter, and they were told to just follow the road straight ahead until they reached a staircase that served as the entrance. They were also informed that they''ll be passing along Low Quarter as well, the district that houses many of the common-folk. Thanking the civilian, the gang continued their walk until they reached the district of Low Quarter. True to the civilian''s words who as well explained to them about the said district, it''s indeed the part of the town where numerous small houses are seen, which varied from the architectural material of wood and stone. Despite the name suggested, the common-folk are actually living a decent life. The gang took notice that the atmosphere is entirely satisfactory, visible by the contented look that the people of the district are displaying. Middle-aged women from around the corner are seen to be chatting leisurely with one another, the topic most likely about rumors that concern the town and the upcoming festival. The children are scattered around the streets running, indulging in the game of tag. The adult men are only a few in presence, most of them are probably at their work in Trade Town for sustaining both themselves and their family. "So far, so good." Gray commented as he was impressed by the things that he has seen currently. "The people here are having a good life, so it seems." "Just a testament of how Flocaster managed itself fruitfully throughout the passages of time." Isamu remarked in agreement with Gray. "Chadena is a fair town, but it is as clear as daylight that Flocaster right here beat my hometown by a significant margin in every aspect. All except for its garrison or military in which Chadena obviously excelled at due to the presence of the Warrior''s Guild." "Yes." Lily nodded alongside them. "Both towns certainly has its perks. Chadena emphasizes the strength of its warriors and army, while Flocaster highlights the culture and tradition of Whitemoor." As the four continue to chat with one another while on their walking, they eventually found themselves on a staircase in an ascending manner. At the end of the stairs above is an open metal gate where two guards are stationed at both sides, clearly on the lookout for any suspicious behaviors. "This must be the staircase that the dwarf is talking about." Gray said to his team. The gang proceeded to ascend upstairs and reached the very top. The pair of guards, upon seeing the approaching quartet, greeted them in a welcoming manner. "I welcome you folks to the High Quarter, my lord, and his esteemed companions." One of the guards greeted the gang respectfully upon seeing the rose badge that was adorned on the soul-siblings. "Hail to you as well, humble guard." Gray smiled at the pair and made some small talk. "Me and my friends here have recently arrived and are new to this town. With your gate open, I can only assume that anyone, regardless of social background can enter here, correct?" "You presumed correctly, my lord, but there are certain limitations." The guard answered. "The High Quarter welcomes everyone without exception. As long as they stay away from any trouble, then it''s of no problem. Although we still need to question the common-folk of their business here to prevent them from simply littering around for no reason whatsoever. They must have a valid reason for entering the district, and we provide them with a pass as proof that they''re authorized. Of course, such restriction does not apply to the nobility and any of his companions, such as yourselves. Oh, and Bards of the University too." "I suppose that''s reasonable." Gray nodded in response. "Anyways, we are here for the Bardic University. I was invited by the Headmaster himself." "Ah, I see." The guard''s eyes widen at hearing this. "We have been informed by the Headmaster as well that someone of your description will be making his arrival here sometime today. Do you have the invitation letter by any of the Bards in your possession?" "Of course." Gray answered as he withdrew the letter that was given to him by the group of Bards during his night of dancing at the Fighter''s Retreat and showed it to the guard. The guard nodded graciously as he accepted the letter and begun reading it. After a short moment, he gave the letter back to Gray. "I believe everything is in order." The guard said with approval. "Now, if my lords and ladies will please follow me and I''ll guide you to the University." Leaving his partner behind, the guard gestured the gang to follow him so they won''t have any trouble in transversing throughout the High Quarter. Speaking of the High Quarter, the district is indeed what Ivan described to the gang. Huge houses and manors mostly made up of the entire area, with almost all of the residents of the district wearing a luxurious set of attire while walking around in a regal fashion and minding their own affairs. The guard also told them that this is also where the garrison of Flocaster resided, where the guards would spend their time off-duty at the barracks and is situated near the palace. After a short while, the gang finally arrived in front of a massive black gate that served as a boundary between the University and the outside. Inside, a majestic huge manor-like building with four stories, surrounded by enormous stone walls in a rectangular way. A pair of guards are also at the gates guarding the University and among the many others who served as the lookout on the outside grounds. "Here we are, my lord." The guard presented the place to the gang. "The prestigious Bardic University of Flocaster." Gray and the others could not help but had their mouths agape with sheer awe at the dignified splendor that is right in their very eyes, unmistakably thrilled at what''s behind the walls as a brand new engagement awaits them on the inside. 105 Bardic University The moment when the two guards of the Bardic University gate saw the gang who is accompanied by another guard, their demeanor immediately became more attentive than before as they eyed the strangers who have displayed intent on entering the university grounds. But upon seeing the rose badge that the elf and the young girl are bearing, the pair of guards conducted themselves appropriately to not offend the nobles of the group. The guard escort gestured courteously for the gang to wait at their spot as he approached his fellow guards to talk to them about the gang''s circumstances here at the University. "Hey, Floyd." The guard escort initiated the conversation with one of the university guards. "I bring the esteemed noble elf, Lord Gray Allister, and his regarded companions who the Headmaster are expecting today." "Ah, so that''s him." The university guard said in acknowledgment. "If that''s the case, then they may all be granted entry to the university and report to the gracious Headmaster without delay." With their entry secured, the guard escort smiled at the gang and motioned for them to enter. One of the university guards then opened the gate, an invitation for Gray and his companions to finally proceed inside. Indeed, the gang''s excitement skyrocketed as they can''t wait to delve behind the stone walls and view the whole Bardic University with their own two eyes. Taking their first step, the gang could not help but widen their eyes with utter amazement at the marvelous sight that greeted them, the sight of three buildings in its remarkable glory that faced towards one another in a plaza-like setting. Speaking of plaza-like, indeed the university grounds is truly comparable to one. Green, luscious grass makes up the entirety of the outdoors with few trees adding to the ambiance of the beautiful nature. The most notable sight however is a huge golden statue of a musical figure in the very center. The figure depicted a handsome human male playing the lute. He is shown to be wearing a fashionable doublet that is close fitting with baggy sleeves. The said clothing also has an elaborate design with a pattern of flower embroidery that is certainly eye-catching. The man''s lower garment is a braies pants with a pair of pointed boots that reached his knees. No doubt, the statue itself is sculpted by a carver who mastered his trade, evident by the perfect attention to details that was made into the golden sculpture showing no signs of physical degradation. It''s absolutely a sight that many won''t definitely miss. Numerous bards are also noticed all over the university grounds with their extravagant attires that are only worn by a performer of the oratory and musical arts. Some who are in groups appeared to be practicing for some sort of play, attested by the way that they dramatically act as they interact with one another while a person oversees the entire practice. The other ones who preferred to be alone simply minded their own business as they play their musical instrument in a perfect solace, basking at the fresh outdoor winds with a state of absolute tranquility, exhibited by the soothing expression on their faces. The group''s attention aimed next to the buildings, most conspicuously at the one that''s directly in front of them and the biggest of the three, akin to an extravagant three-story mansion owned by the richest of the nobility. From the outside where the group stood, the university looks very aesthetic and pleasing to the eyes. Its architectural design consisted mostly of refined wheat silver-colored bricks that only add to the exquisite display with spruce wooden decorations. Small, rectangular windows made up most of the building, and the roof is of the A-frame type. The guard escort who''s still accompanying them told that the building that they are seeing is the Academic Building of the University. This is where the lectures about history, rhetoric, and music are all discussed and the office of the faculty, Dean, and Headmaster is also located inside. The second building at the left is the Grand Auditorium, the building where the most talented of Bards would perform on the monumental stage. The auditorium is capable of accommodating thousands of audiences who wished to witness the performances and plays. The third building at the right is simply the dormitory for both faculty and students alike. It''s a fairly huge four-story manor to accommodate many of the occupants who are currently involved with the university. The guard told the gang that this is where they''ll be staying as instructed by the Headmaster. Now that Gray and the others had a general idea of the whole area while on their brief tour, the guard escort guided the quarter to the Academic building where they''ll be meeting the Headmaster. The Bards in their vicinity wonder who the new visitors are. Many thought along the lines that they must be new students while others thought that they are simply tourists or visitors who wished to explore the place. Most of the men however are could not help but eye at Lily, who they thought is a stunning young lady with the perfect figure and an angelic face. Some of the women also set their gaze at Gray and Isamu, where they thought that that the pair is simply dashing as fit to their status. Gray being a Baron with his dignified elven features that is almost similar to the handsome Dean of the University that they all revere, Luthais Faelar, and Isamu as a gallant Knight displaying his set of imposing full plate armor. Regarding Selena Allister, all of the Bards surely thought of her as a cute adorable little girl that deserved praise and attention. Indeed, the Bards'' curiosity could not help but be piqued at the members of the gang who all look unique and diversified. The gang tried their best to pay no mind on the stares that they received and opted to focus on the direction at where the guard escort is currently leading them. In a few moments after dealing with the scrutinizing eyes of the Bards, the quartet finally arrived inside the Academic building, much to their relief. The unnecessary attention was just too much, especially when they just arrived here. Similar to the Warrior''s Guild, the first thing that greeted the four inside is the reception hall of the building. If the outside was grand, then the gang is sure as hell that the very inside at where they are standing currently is unmistakably grander. A majestic hallway welcomed them in their line of sight, adorning an orange carpet on the floor that lead to the lobby where a certain beautiful young woman is seen behind the counter. The said woman seemed to be occupied with her own work, writing something on a notebook of hers. Gray deemed that it was the right time for the guard to depart from the group. The guard was finished with fulfilling his task of escorting the gang to the building and his services are no longer needed. Of course, the gang unquestionably appreciated the guard''s gesture of assistance to them. "Thank you for accompanying us, fair guard, but we will be fine on our own from here on out and we don''t want to take more of your precious time." Gray smiled with gratitude as he proved it by conjuring a pouch of 60 gold from his Inventory and gave it to him. "Here, something for your troubles. I suppose that''s enough for about two to three drinks or so at the local tavern." "I thank you, my lord." The guard positively isn''t going to say no to gold as he graciously accepted the elf''s reward. After all, gold is gold and every single bit of it counts. He would be a hypocrite if he would answer otherwise. Additionally, this also led to the completion of his own quest that was given to him by the System when he was tasked to escort the gang. "Should you require any further assistance, all you have to do is to ask the lovely young lass at the counter, Miss Penelope Germaine." "Got it." Gray gave the man a thumbs up. After receiving his gold, the guard politely begged his leave to the gang and went outside in the opposite way, going back to the gate between High Quarter and Low Quarter to resume his original lookout duty. Heeding the guard''s advice, Gray and his companions wasted no time and approached the receptionist at her work station. The gang saw that the receptionist is still occupied in her notebook and seemed to have not yet noticed them. Gray led the conversation as always and went nearer to the receptionist. He had to admit, he was a bit annoyed at how she seemed to be not minding him despite their slightly close proximity towards one another. Gray also took notice of how the receptionist would giggle every now and then, probably finding what she''s currently writing somewhat amusing. ''Wow, she sure is focused on whatever she''s writing at.'' Gray thought as he tilted his head in interest. ''Alright, snapping her out then. I''m not going to waste my time staring her writing and snickering like a crazy chick all day at whatever she''s writing.'' Without hesitation, Gray leaned against the counter and attempted to catch the receptionist''s attention by clearing his throat loudly. "Excuse me, miss." The elf''s act thankfully did its part as Penelope halted her writing and lifted her head up to see an elf. She quickly reacted by securing her notebook below her desk and stood up from her seat, no doubt embarrassed by how late she realized that someone is actually in front to consult with her, evident by the small blush on her pretty face. "O-oh my." Penelope stuttered on her tone. Upon seeing the badge on the elf''s robes, she came to a realization at how ill-bred she is and spontaneously bow her head down apologetically. "I''m truly sorry my lord. Forgive me for the rudeness that I displayed to you." "Haha, it''s quite alright." Gray grinned in assurance while waving his right hand dismissively. His tone then shifted to being playful as he said his next words. "Although seeing you chuckling like a madwoman, I can only imagine the entertaining words that you must be writing." "Oh uh¡­ it''s nothing that you have to be concern about, my lord." Penelope sheepishly responded. "It''s just a little hobby of mine. Anyways, my name is Penelope Germaine, the receptionist of the distinguished Bardic University. What can I do for you?" Gray saw how flustered the young lady is in her attempt to change the subject promptly. Deciding to spare Penelope of any humiliation, he went along with her and introduced himself and his companions who are right behind him. "My name is Gray Allister and these are my friends, my Knight, Isamu Meiyo, my sister, Selena Allister, and a friend of mine from the Order, Liliane Springflower." "Wait, you''re Gray Allister?!" Penelope this time was in for a pleasant surprise as her tone turned lively, her embarrassment now totally forgotten. "The Headmaster is expecting you and your party''s arrival. It''s finally an honor to meet you!!" "An honor?" Gray was perplexed at why Penelope is presently feeling all jolly at this very moment. "Kindly enlighten me." "It was you who introduce the ''Gangnam Style'' in Chadena, correct?" Penelope''s eyes lit up with eagerness to which Gray nodded in response. "When Lord Hubard told us of your exploits when he and the other Bards came back, we were not able to contain our excitement at the prospect of meeting you in person. At first, I never believe that a regal and cultured elf such as yourself is capable of such eccentric yet catchy dance moves, but here you are, right in the flesh!! As a result, the Headmaster decided to spread the dance and patented it under your glorious name. Don''t be astonished when you''ll see some Bards randomly performing your dance in the streets." "Hehe, right." Gray simply sweat-dropped at her explanation. It''s official, his drunken shenanigans at the Fighter''s Retreat would forever haunt him until his grave. Psy, if given the opportunity to cross here in this world, would no doubt berate the elf for shamelessly using his signature dance move of 2012 as a way to rise to fame, intentionally or not. "The Headmaster is currently inside his office," Penelope said. "If you and your companions would please follow me, I''ll take you there. He''s very ecstatic in meeting you this instant." "That won''t be necessary, dear." Penelope''s eyes widen as she heard a familiar sophisticated voice coming from her and the gang''s side. "Lord Luthais." The elven Dean himself smiled in a display of a welcoming manner, manifesting the same look of thrill while studying the gang with a calculating gaze, most particularly at his fellow elf, Gray Allister. 106 Evil diverted The gang eyed at the newcomer who''s an elf, wondering who the highly regarded individual is. With Penelope having a respectful attitude towards him, the band thought that he must be someone with a high position at the University. Luthais faced Gray and the group with a smirk and bowed down with elegance and poise as fitting to his dignified racial heritage as a way of greeting them, eyeing most specifically at Gray. "Ah, where are my manners. My name is Luthais Faelar, the Dean of Academics, Music, and Speechcraft of our beloved Bardic University. It''s truly a privilege to meet someone of your prodigious talents." Luthais Faelar Level 37 Health: 3,938 / 3,938 Stamina: 1,031 / 1,031 Mana: 7,126 / 7,126 Gray and the others nodded in acknowledgment while eyeing at Luthais'' status bar above the elf''s head. Indeed, they are quite impressed at how powerful the elf is, especially Gray being a fellow user of magic. Gray smiled in response at the Dean''s kind gesture. It''s also a refreshing sight to witness someone of the same gender and race as him. In Chadena, Gray does not have many chances of interacting with his fellow elves, so this is actually quite a welcoming gesture for him. "My name''s Gray Allister." Gray introduced himself for formality''s sake despite being sure that the Dean already knew about him based on the context of Luthais'' last statement on his self-introduction. "And these are my companions, my Knight, Sir Isamu Meiyo, my sister, Selena Allister, and my friend from the Order, Liliane Springflower. It''s also a pleasure to meet you as well, my lord." "Indeed." Luthais nodded with approval. His attention then shifted to the badge that Gray is wearing, which made him intrigued by this. "It appears that you have risen into the ranks of nobility. Ah, so a Baron, I see. That''s quite an accomplishment, young lord. I look forward to what more great things you can accomplish in the future." "Your kind words do me honor." Gray bow his head down in gratitude. "Instead of our dear receptionist Penelope here, I''ll do the honor of escorting you to our respected Headmaster." Luthais offered. "I''m actually taking a break from my work, and a quaint chat with Gray here, while we take a short walk to the Headmaster''s office, would certainly be a nice change of pace." "If that''s your wish, Lord Luthais." Penelope nodded with respect. With that said, Luthais motioned for the gang to follow him as he led them to the office, which is, in fact, located conveniently on the first floor. While on their trek, Luthais opted to have a small talk with Gray, to size him up and find out more about the young Baron. After all, Gray is an elf, a race with superior intellect, a natural affinity for magic, and known for their sophisticated demeanor and graceful poise whose culture exceeded the rest of the five races of Silverhart. So yeah, Luthais can be somewhat of a racist who always thought that elves like him and Gray are the superior mortal race. Of course, the Dean is not dumb to show his displeasure about the matter; hence he invoked the ire of the general masses. No matter how true it''s to him, such issues should only be kept to himself if he wished to integrate himself fruitfully with the people, no matter how stupid he thought the notion personally is. Although Luthais definitely possessed secret displeasure about Gray when he heard about the young elf introducing some uncivilized dance choreography that was too surreal and whimsical for his literary taste. Such matters should be left to the swine who are the non-elves. "So, Lord Gray." Luthais initiated the conversation with his usual fake smile. "What can you say so far about Flocaster?" "It''s remarkable." Gray answered with enthusiasm. "There are Bards all around the corner performing, the streets are clean, the marketplace bustling with activity, and the sights overall is certainly a delight." "Of course." Luthais agreed with Gray''s remarks. "Flocaster indeed live up to its expectations as the City of Jewels. Anyways, your journey must certainly be quite taxing on your part. I heard that you came from Chadena, correct?" "Yes." Gray responded, seeing that the information is not a secret. "It was the good Count Randalf who suggested that I should go meet with the Headmaster here. He was rather adamant about it, hehe." "Right, I bear witness at the Headmaster''s pestering when he sent countless letters to the Count of Chadena." Luthais assumed a passive expression, neither entertained nor opposing. "I can only say that the Headmaster has his quirks mind you, but he is good of heart, that I can assure you." ''Too good, in fact.'' Luthais added in his mind with sheer rancor. "And if you came from Chadena, then the route must have led you at the village of Einsberg, yes?" Luthais asked, filled with anticipation. Depending on Gray''s answer, Luthais will deem if the younger elf will be a potential ally or a threat to his plans. If he answered yes, then Luthais will most likely suspect Gray as the culprit for foiling his plans in kidnapping the Lady of Einsberg, given that Gray is a fellow Mage as depicted by his high Mana on his status bar. Yes, it all makes sense now. This Gray Allister is a liability that must be dispatched immediately before turning into a more significant nuisance in the future. The Baron''s next statement, however, caught Luthais off-guard as Gray grinned nonchalantly and wave his hands in a dismissing manner. "Einsberg, huh." Gray rubbed his chin. "We passed by sure, but we didn''t spend the night there. I wanted to cover as much distance as we could, and another single night camping at the outdoors certainly isn''t an issue for us. Although the Lady seems like a kind host before we departed immediately in the afternoon on the same day." [+2 CHAOS] SPEECH CHECK: 46 SPEECH REQUIREMENTS: 50 \u003cPERSUASION SUCCESS!!\u003e Received 190 XP "I see." Luthais was certainly unimpressed, but he didn''t show it physically as he maintained his courteous demeanor. He thought for sure that this Allister person is the one who stood on his way, but as per Gray''s answer, it''s definitely not the case. As such, Luthais simply concluded that a third party other than the gang who coincidentally made his or her visit to the village was the one who performed the deed of rescuing the Lady. "Well that''s unfortunate. It''s your choice in the end, but you missed out on what the generous Lady of the Walcot family has to offer to her visitors." "Yeah." Gray retained his care-free personality. "That''s what my Knight said when we took camp during that night." "Anyways, it appears that we are here." Luthais said as he gestured the gang to halt on their tracks, now finding themselves in front at the door of the Headmaster''s office at a corridor. "A word of warning before you meet our revered Headmaster, he can be¡­ eccentric and somewhat clingy. If you express your desire to run and never return here, I won''t blame you." "Uh¡­ thanks for the heads up, I suppose." Gray could only sweatdrop at what Luthais just said to him about the Headmaster. "Well, it''s time for me to return to work then." Luthais said as he prepared to take his leave from the gang. "Should you want for us to converse once more, then I''ll gladly take up the offer and be at my office upstairs on the second floor. I also heard great things from the Headmaster about you, young lord, being the apprentice of the great Rarsu as well. Perhaps it would be beneficial for both of us if we discussed things about magic, indulge ourselves at its fine wonders." "I''ll see, depending on my schedule." Gray simply said, neither agreeing nor disagreeing. "Thanks for escorting us, Lord Luthais. It''s highly appreciated." "Anytime, young lord." Luthais smiled and eventually left the gang, going back to his office. Gray merely stared at Luthais retreating form with a passive look, gazing meticulously at the Dean. "He seemed kind of nice." Isamu commented on Gray''s side. "Maybe." Gray said softly for only his companions to hear. "He''s a Mage like me, and as such, he might be a suspect behind the incident of Steph''s attempted kidnapping. Not to mention, he''s also in a high and well-known position. So he most likely has access to resources that can''t be obtained by just anyone, like the red parchments of Exolv." "Yes." Lily agreed with Gray. "You are wise not to trust him, Baron Gray." ''I applaud how you were able to lie straight on his face, Big Brother.'' Selena added her point of view. ''I had to admit, behind Lady Stephania''s gentle personality is a cunning mind when she suggested to us about it during our final lunch with her before departing from the village.'' Indeed, it was all according to Lady Stephania''s plan. Two days ago, when the gang was having the aforementioned meal with the esteemed Lady of Einsberg, they discussed further the next course of action that is to undertake. Stephania suggested not to reveal that it was Gray who saved her from the kidnapper, all for the elf''s safety so he wouldn''t be the next target of the mastermind''s wrath. Stephania suspected that the culprit most likely came from Flocaster and only a noble, a Mage, a noble Mage, or perhaps a Mage working under a noble or any vile element of the said town would benefit from this incident. They also considered that an average crook is simply behind all this, but given the kidnapper''s expertise of infiltrating the village and the Manor, they highly doubt that. The gang''s safety is especially noted when the mastermind appeared to be capable of magic that''s unknown to them. This is also to ensure that her Father and brothers can investigate the incident in secrecy without attracting too much attention from the mastermind. Stephania also told the gang regarding the letter that was sent to her family members, stating that they should keep Gray''s involvement a secret for her savior''s welfare. The matter will be consulted with the Count as well, so the ruler of the town is aware what''s going on in his fief and will provide the necessary assistance. After all, the Walcots are one of the most influential noble families of Flocaster, and offending them is of no joking matter. There will be a price to pay for such transgressions. Anyways, there will be plenty of time to ponder more about the subject matter. As such, the gang focused for now on meeting first with the Headmaster and be enlightened further on what the Bardic University is all about. Gray knocked on the door, so the Headmaster, whose inside will grant him and his companions the entry. "Come on in~" The gang all heard an inviting and husky voice from behind the door, causing them to have goosebumps at how strangely seductive it is. This mostly featured the cat-folk Isamu, with his white fur being comically standing up in an agitated way. And the weird part is¡­ the voice is clearly male... with a feminine touch. This only added to the bewilderment of the gang. ''C-crap.'' Gray thought nervously at the tantalizing sound of the voice while holding the door. ''I hope this is not what I think it is.'' Reluctantly opening the door, Gray and the others were all greeted by an elegant-looking human male inside, smiling sweetly at them much to their unliking. "Ah, it appears that a dandy group of beautiful specimens has graced me in this fine hour of a marvelous day~" 107 The Headmaster The Headmaster of the Bardic University, if an average individual would accurately describe, is an incredibly open-minded person with a mindset that''s as colorful as the enchanted rainbow that appears after a raging storm. And that''s also the gang''s initial impression about the Headmaster, a man filled with supreme vigor and energy that''s resonating with pure radiance and bloom that no one can ever put down. Beauty is a notion that can be possessed by anyone regardless of sex, and the said esteemed man is known to be the epitome of elegance and appeal, his words so brilliant that he even changed the outcome of a rebellion and war with just rhetoric coming from his silver-tongue, a part of his body that may fetch a hefty price at the black market if someone is brave and daft enough to cut it. Anyways, Gray and his companions took a closer inspection at the man''s rather luxurious set of attire that he beautifully donned. The Headmaster is clad in a long-sleeved sophisticated violet long tunic in a v-neck fashion, exposing the marvel of the significant upper portion of his chiseled chest that many women and remarkably, some men could not help but stare. His tunic also adorns an embroidery of yellow roses and leaves, styled elegantly, and is undoubtedly custom-crafted by a tailor who mastered the art of sewing, stitching, and needlework who made this godly-looking attire possible in the first place. The Headmaster''s lower garments consisted of a pair of brown short pointed boots and light-blue trousers with violet breeches that''s embroidered with a series of yellow vertical line designs. The Headmaster is a very handsome young-looking man, with a brown pushed back long hair that''s styled neatly without fault. His face sported a light make-up and red lips that further accentuated his attractiveness, befitting for someone who''s the master of the Bardic arts, a testament to the highest position that he attained in the University, and is known throughout the land for his dazzling magnificence and eloquence. Indeed, the Headmaster is said to be the persona of charm and glamour, and many couldn''t resist being fallen by his allurement and charisma¡­ either male or female. No sex, gender, or race is truly safe from his mystical allure, garnering multiple lovers of various sexual orientations throughout his life until the current. ?? Level 10 Health: 1,000 / 1,000 Stamina: 1,000 / 1,000 Mana: 400, 400 As the gang eyed at the man''s status bar, they solely concluded that it''s most likely an \u003cImpersonation\u003e. It''s impossible for a man of his beauty, mystique, and caliber to that weak. The Headmaster continued to stare at the gang with a bewitching look, eyeing hungrily at them, most notably at the two men, Gray and Isamu, from his office desk at where he is leisurely sitting with his legs crossed. Gray took the initiate as he stepped forward and asked the man in front of him and his companions for clarification. "You''re the headmaster, correct?" "That''s the title of importance that was bestowed to me the last time I remember." The man merely smirked in response, intrigued at the gang. "I believe you have summoned me," Gray said as he began to introduce himself and his party. "My name is Gray Allister, and this is my Knight, Isamu Meiyo. The little girl over here is my sister, Selena Allister, and the lady beside her is my friend from the Order, Liliane Springflower." "I see." The Headmaster nodded in acknowledgment. In a short while, he gracefully stood up from his desk and begun approaching the gang slowly as if savoring for the prize''s final moments before eventually claiming it. He then rubbed his chin as he focused his sights at Gray, resulting in the elf to gulp apprehensively and readied himself for whatever bizarre idea that the Headmaster has in store for them. "Hmm¡­ yes, you and your cat-folk partner will do. Ashnatar delicacy, coupled with the blazing passion of Sakarata, is truly a work of wonders, bodies intermingling in a frenzied state of fornication that holds no limiting concept of the gender criteria. Tell me, Gray Allister, do you believe in passion under no restrictions of the gender norm? If so, I can make the magic happen tonight if you so desire. Don''t worry¡­ you will absolutely enjoy my love-making set of skills that has brought an intense amount of pleasure to the heart, body, and soul." Yep, the elf and cat-folk pair paled horribly at the sight of the Headmaster''s beguiling stare upon them, especially with the suggestive remark. At this very moment, the gang realized what Luthais truly meant when he said that they should run and never return. And here they thought that the Dean merely is exaggerating in his statement. Gray and Isamu instantly back off away, shivering with comical fear at the prospect of being involved with the not so subtle Headmaster who''s currently expressing his desire in love-making affairs with the two. "Hell no!!" Gray said as he assumed an X-like appearance with both arms while Isamu cowered from the elf''s back, showing their disgusted expression to the Headmaster while vigorously shaking their heads in pure disagreement. "We are not swinging for the other team!! my buddy and I here are perfectly straight, and we want it that way, thank you very much!!" "If you want something perfectly straight, I can show it to you in my bedroom. Not to mention, it''s also quite long and hard~" The Headmaster was clearly not known for holding back his sexual innuendos. And just when everyone thought that Gray and Isamu''s face won''t turn even paler, readying themselves to retreat and kiss their asses goodbye to this University. Screw the Bards and Flocaster, Gray and Isamu sure as fucking hell won''t be sullied by someone with the same unmentionables as them. This mostly emphasized Gray since he''s still a virgin, and he doesn''t want his chastity to be defiled by the same gender for the first time of something that''ll be engraved in his mind forever. The Headmaster undoubtedly was enjoying the gang''s respective reactions that he intentionally has caused just because he was bored in being secluded in his office and work. Lily, at the corner, was blushing furiously as she definitely got the suggestive hints behind the Headmaster''s words. The Druid may be inexperienced in the affairs of anything romantic, but she''s not uneducated and naive to not know the sexual comments, proving herself to be quite perceptive at her own right. Although the same can''t be said about Selena however. Being technically a child, she has little to no knowledge regarding this kind of sensitive matters since she was not exactly educated about it. As a result, behind her stoic and usual emotionless face lies a deep curiosity, most notably at the words that were uttered by the Headmaster. ''Big Brother, what is this straight, long, and hard that he''s referring to?'' Selena innocently asked telepathically to Gray while tilting her head in confusion. ''You''re too young to know that!!!'' Gray instantly closed that topic down in panic. He then faced the Headmaster with a venomous look and told him. "We are in the presence of a child you sick bastard!! Don''t you have any shame!?" "I am anything, but shame, my dear~" The Headmaster winked playfully at Gray, garnering a look of disgust from the latter. The former had to admit, perhaps he might have gone a bit too far in this fun gag of his. As such, he''ll be putting a stop on that now. "Although you do have a point. Alright, I suppose I had my fun now and will stop my teasing, hehe. I apologize for my actions." "Sheesh, no wonder Count Randalf was pissed when he talked about you." Gray massaged his temples at how troublesome this Headmaster is actually. With the Headmaster''s apology, Gray and the gang eventually calmed themselves down. However, they''re still going to remain alert in the Headmaster''s presence, knowing that he''s actually a perverted man who swings on both teams, heavily favoring the other. Headmaster or not, an \u003cArcane Bolt\u003e in the face is what the pervert is going to receive the second he''s going to make his advances physically. "Oh, that was my plan all along. Randalf is even more handsome when he''s angry, don''t you think?" The Headmaster chuckled heartily in response. His eyes then widened in realization while saying the next words. "I almost forgot, I haven''t yet to introduce myself formally to you. Such is rather unbecoming of me, given that I hold the highest honor among every Bard throughout the land." The Headmaster bowed his whole body with poise and class, displaying exceptional dignity as fit to his respected status as he started his own introductions to the gang. "Titles, I have possessed many as per my glorious exploits throughout Silverhart, but I''m mostly known as the Headmaster of the Bardic University, Ezkiel Kallistus." The Headmaster presented his own name with pride on his every tone. "I came from a long lineage of Bards, and as such, music and rhetoric is my birthright. Growing up into my family household has taught me many things about the performing arts, enamored by its sound that I can''t help but fall in love with. Every tone, every resonance, every pitch, each of its different combinations may form into a unique blend of sound. The world of music is truly a never-ending piece of wonder that the Divine Jester has granted to us all, full of countless possibilities to discover." Gray nodded in return as he and his companions felt the sincerity this time coming from Ezkiel, who''s wholly earnest and proud about his speech, unlike the creepy perverted demeanor that he initially displayed to them. "I suppose you are wondering why I summoned you here." Ezkiel conversed as he faced the elf with a smile, causing Gray to nod in response. "As per recommendation from Hubart, I invite you to join our ranks here at the Bardic University. Your prodigious talents is certainly an asset that we would love to have." "Wait, you want me to be a student here?" Gray inquired with an unsure demeanor. "I don''t know, staying in one place for a long period is not exactly my cup of tea, and I still have plans in going to Everfall to enroll at the Arkanos University for higher education about magic, most likely after the festival." "Oh, you won''t be a student. You''ll just be an honorary member of a sort who gets the privilege to attend the lectures and classes here anytime you want." Ezkiel retained his grin. "Given your¡­ unique status, I don''t want to be the reason why this world is going to end simply because its savior is here learning how to blow a flute, hahaha!!" "Unique status?" Gray crossed his arms with a passive look. "So, you know, huh." "Of course," Ezkiel said in a playful voice. "I''m also one of the higher-ups who received the ancient words of your arrival. Being the Headmaster of Bardic University also plays an important role, for I represent a significant portion of the culture and tradition of this land. The previous Headmasters always provide the needed assistance to your predecessors as per tradition. Being one as well, it''s indeed a great honor to assist someone of your caliber. "I see." Gray nodded in understanding. "If you know about my status, you would have sought me even when I didn''t introduce the Gangnam Style?" "Yes." Ezkiel agreed with the elf''s statement, impressed at how quick the elf was able to deduce about that particular matter. "Your dance is simply an alibi, a convenient reason so you won''t be suspected as to why you''re truly here. Make no mistake, I was truly impressed by its choreography and still wished that you get involved with our University in a more direct manner. Even if you''re not the Paragon, I would still have granted you the chance to be one of us." "Thank you," Gray replied with appreciation. "Maybe someday I''ll study here full-time. But as I said earlier, I still have plans on going to Everfall to improve my magic and not invest myself in the musical arts." "If that''s your choice, then I won''t get in your way." Ezkiel assured the elf. "For now, you and your friends are to enjoy what Flocaster has to offer, marvel the sights, explore the area, indulge yourself with the entertainment. I''ll tell the details of my assistance to you after the festival is over when there are no distractions. As the Headmaster, I''m no doubt going to be busy for the upcoming event." "Very well." Gray responded, finding the Headmaster''s statement to be reasonable. "To be honest, it''s not exactly an assistance for it''s a task that you need to fulfill that only someone of your legendary status is capable of." Ezkiel answered. "My aid comes from only providing the resources necessary in its completion. The rest is all up to you." "Alright then." Gray nodded in agreement And with that, the gang''s conversation with the Headmaster has come to an end as a particular quest from Gray''s system reached its inevitable conclusion. \u003cQUEST COMPLETED!!\u003e \u003cFrom the fabrications on Evening''s Dusk\u003e \u003cQuest Summary\u003e \u003cQuest Completion\u003e - Investigate the Bardic University at Flocaster [?] Quest Rewards granted: 4,000 XP "And, by the way." Ezkiel said with a friendly smile. "Welcome to Flocaster." 108 A place to stay With Gray''s completion of his personal quest, it was also the moment when he got to level up from 22 to 23. Out of the usual five attribute points that were awarded by the System, he spent two in Intelligence, one in Willpower, and the last two in Endurance. Intelligence for the boost of his spell power and overall Mana, Willpower for his Mana and Stamina Regeneration in addition to having the capability of overcoming mind debilitating spells that''s a potential no doubt for extreme danger, and Endurance because more Health is always an assurance. Gray also asked Ezkiel if he knew someone named Julian. As a result, the Headmaster''s eyes widen a bit at how the elf knows the Bard. "Julian, huh." Ezkiel inquired with a look of curiosity. "I know of him, yes. That womanizer is my younger brother, in fact. May I ask how do you know of him?" "Lady Stephania tasked me to deliver a letter to him on her behalf when my companions and I passed by Einsberg two days ago," Gray answered. "Do you know where he is?" "He''s most likely at the Musician''s Pub in the district of Devil''s Hub drowning himself in mead and wine while indulging in his debased urges of woman touch, haha." Ezkiel said Julian''s whereabouts with a snicker. ''Musician''s pub¡­ well, that''s convenient.'' Gray thought with delight at his two quests that are located in one place. "Heh, I bet those urges must have run in your family," Gray smirked in defiance. "I won''t deny that." Ezkiel grinned in response. "It''s in the Kallistus blood to pursue what your heart desires no matter the odds." "Right," Gray replied. "Do you also know where we can find the local Jewelry dealer of this town where we can sell some jewelry?" "Yes, and the shop that you are referring to is called The Velvet Box," Ezkiel responded with a nod. "The shop is at Trade Town, and it''s hard to miss." "I see," Gray said with appreciation. "Thanks for the information, Headmaster Ezkiel." "A pleasure to help, young elf." Ezkiel smiled. His attention then turned to Isamu, eyeing at the cat-folk with utmost intent, much to Isamu''s wary. "Isamu Meiyo, is it? Gray mentioned that you are a Knight, yes?" "Yes, my lord." Isamu nodded in response, relieved that the Headmaster is not actually going to go back to being a perverted drag again. "If that''s the case, then there will be a tourney exclusive for Knights that will be held on the second day of the four-day festival at the arena grounds located at Trade Town," Ezkiel said to the cat-folk. "If you wish to test your mettle against your fellow Knights and participate in the said event, I suggest that you register yourself there immediately, for I heard that today is the last day of registration. Oh, and bring 100 gold for the registration fee." "Truly, my lord!?" Indeed, Isamu''s eyes widened with excitement at the prospect of attending a tournament and getting the privilege to fight against other Knights to hone his combat capacity. "I''ll head on there in an instant." "Alright, I suppose we have our plans set for today," Gray said with a cheerful tone. He also inquired Ezkiel regarding a vital matter about their stay here in town. "The guard outside the town gates mentioned that you''ll be providing us with somewhere to stay, correct?" "Indeed," Ezkiel said in agreement. "The dormitory is the one at the right side of this building that faces the Grand Auditorium. Simply proceed there and speak with the dorm receptionist. She''ll guide you to your rooms." And another question." Gray asked with a slightly worried expression. "The rooms are free, right?" "You and your companions are guests here at the University." Ezkiel chuckled in response. "It would be inappropriate to charge guests with a rental fee now, would we? You don''t need to worry about your finances draining for the duration of your stay here. Although I would naturally require you to pay, should I deem that you''re overstaying your welcome here." "Neat." Gray beamed with gratitude. "Many thanks again." Ezkiel simply nodded once more. "If there''s nothing else, you''re free to take your leave. I recommend that you get settled at the dormitories for now and tour around the town after." "Got it," Gray answered with approval as he and his companions took their eventual departure from the office. As per the Headmaster''s suggestion, they instantly proceeded back at where they came from, leading to the exit of the Academic Building. On their way out, they also saw Penelope smiling at them in a friendly manner as per her duties as a helpful receptionist. Following Ezkiel''s instructions as well as remembering what the guard escort told them during their initial tour, the gang easily navigated themselves at the Academy grounds, ignoring the stares of curiosity once more that they garner from the Bards at their proximity. Entering the dormitory, the interior of the building, as per Gray''s thoughts, is akin to a luxurious hotel of a sort. A reception counter is right in front of them, the interior designs of the place are almost similar to the Academic building. The only difference probably is that behind the wooden doors at the corridor and hallways are instead rooms where Bards or visitors of the University are staying. On their left side is a vast space that houses the eatery of the University where numerous wooden tables and chairs are seen all over the said place and are occupied by some Bards eating and minding their own affairs. This is where the Bards mostly take their meal, especially breakfast, before proceeding to the Academic Building for whatever business that they have there. This means that the occupants of the dorm do not find the need to go anymore to any local tavern or pubs for a full set of prepared meals to satiate their hunger and start the day, thus adding to the easiness of their University lives. After glancing around the place to get a general idea of the view, the gang approached the receptionist, another young woman just like Penelope. The dormitory receptionist is a beautiful young woman with long straight hair with a red hairpin to elevate her bangs. She is dressed in a simple white dress with a black corset that hugged her slender waist and a long red skirt that reached down until just right her ankles. Indeed, none can''t deny the beauty that''s the woman right in front of them. Her attire and demeanor may be simple, but there''s certainly a charm that many men can''t resist but be enamored by it. "Hello, my lords and ladies." The receptionist smiled at them in a welcoming manner as she quickly noticed the esteemed ranks of nobility that Gray and Selena possess thanks to the badge that they wore. "My name is Rebecca Ubane, the receptionist of the Bardic Dormitory. What can I do for you today?" Rebecca Ubane Level 11 Health: 746 / 746 Stamina: 432 / 432 Mana: 1358 / 1358 Gray stated his usual introductions regarding him and his companions, resulting with the receptionist to nod in understanding about the gang''s predicament as to why they''re here. "Ah yes, Lord Ezkiel instructed me in advance that should you arrive here, I''ll lead you to your respective rooms. How many rooms do you need, my lord? Do know that each room is capable of supporting three persons at once strictly, having beds of the same number." Rebecca said without a shred of hesitation, clearly used to communicate with different kinds of people as per her job description. "If that''s the case, then we only need two since there are five of us. My carriage driver, Ivan Wells, will catch up later after storing our carriage and horse to the stables." Gray crossed his arms. With what Rebecca said to them, the room arrangement is definitely not hard to decipher as they''ll divide themselves into groups base on gender. One room for the men; Gray, Isamu, and Ivan, while the other for the ladies; Selena and Lily. Thankfully and conveniently, they were led only here on the same floor, where Rebecca told the gang that the room is located nearby for them to stay. Speaking of the rooms, they are located in a secluded corridor type of a hallway, and each door of a room possessed designated numbers for easier identification of one''s living quarters. The foyer is also occupied beautifully by the candle sconces that are attached at the walls, accentuating the remarkable ambiance of the place that offers both grandeur for its design, and comfort for lighting up the area. While on their trek, Gray decided to have a small talk with Rebecca as he was curious about this place. "This seems like a great place to stay. Do all Bards lived here?" "Only the ones without a residence, to provide everyone properly," Rebecca answered. "Guests and other notable visitors are also accommodated during their trips or business here at the University." "I see." Gray nodded. "So, the Headmaster and the Dean also stay here?" "The Headmaster, yes. He resides at the first floor of a luxurious suite while Lord Luthais opted to stay in his Manor at High Quarter." Rebecca replied. "Together with the Headmaster, the staff, faculty, and guests also make their residence down here on the first floor. The second and third floor hosts the Bards and other parties should the first floor will be full and unavailable for use. "That''s certainly convenient indeed." Gray smiled as dictated by his carefree attitude. "With the University literally a few steps away, no one in their right mind is going to be late now, are we? Only an incredibly lazy ass is otherwise." "Yes, it''s certainly convenient like you say." Rebecca nodded with a simper of her own. "Although people who live close to their workplace or classrooms tend to be somewhat complacent from my observations to them. As a result, being late to your work or any lectures constitutes a harsh penalty. For the faculty and staff, a decrease in their salary while specific privileges will be denied access to the student Bards like access to the University''s particular resources. Of course, this only applies to the ones who chose to stay in the dorm. When administering punishments, other factors are also taken into account, like where the offender lives, for example. After all, like I said earlier, some prefer to stay in their homes outside of the University like the esteemed Dean himself. "I guess that makes sense." Gray was enlightened by what Rebecca stated to him about a part of a law and custom that the University practiced. As they continue their walk, all of them eventually arrived at the doorsteps of the gang''s rooms where Rebecca gestured respectfully for Gray and the others to stop. "Looks like we''re here." Rebecca presented two rooms facing towards one another in a corridor, with the room numbers 30 and 31. She then conjured two keys from her Inventory and handed one to Gray and the other to Lily for their respective safekeeping and ownership. "This will be the keys to your respective room. Now, do you require anything else, my lord?" "None that I can think of for now," Gray said with appreciation. "Alright." Rebecca smiled in response to the whole gang. "If there''s nothing else, my lords and ladies, I''ll be taking my leave. If you need anything, I''ll always be right at the reception hall, and delighted to provide any assistance." And with that said, Rebecca finally left the gang to their own devices as she departed in the opposite direction back to her workstation. As such, the gang unlocked their respective rooms with the key that was provided and entered. The day is still young, and as a result, they all mutually agreed for some short relaxation time before pushing on with the plans for today, right after a nice lunch at the dormitory eatery nearby. 109 Rules of the Tourney The room of the dormitory, if the gang should say, is absolutely fantastic and definitely is a more than a comfortable place to stay while here in Flocaster. The quality of the area is undoubtedly similar to a noble''s room that resonates with an ambiance of amenity at every corner. The floors and walls are clean and free of dust, the bed is neatly prepared with its mattress and sheets all folded up properly as dictated by its fantastic room service, and not to mention, the room also has its own bath area, something that the gang found to be a complete convenience no doubt. True to their words, the gang opted to relax for a short period before proceeding out for the commencement of today''s plans here at Flocaster. The first thing that they''re going to do is to grab something to eat at the eatery nearby. Around half an hour seems to be qualified for the definition of a short rest, and as such, Gray and Isamu emerged out of their room feeling all good to go. The pair then knocked on the women''s room, which was designated as the number 31. Lily was the one who answered the door, followed by Selena trailing behind her. Speaking of the ladies, they get along reasonably enough, to say the least. Although Selena still does not precisely trust Lily due to the latter''s affiliation with the Order and being a stalker for the past three months, at least the little Sentinel is not showing any hostility and only communicated at a bare minimum when she had to. It''s safe to say that Selena won''t be opening up to the Druid anytime soon. In the case of Lily, though, she saw this as a challenge of a sort, noticing how slightly cold Selena is feeling towards her. The Druid steeled her resolve to be not disheartened and opted to make Selena slowly open up to her by being friendly, one step at a time. Anyways, break time is over, and the gang proceeded to the eatery since it''s actually almost lunch. They hurriedly went to the said place before it''ll inevitably be crowded by many Bards and patrons during the actual noon period. Indeed, they were smart enough to arrive early as they witnessed only a few people around them. As the gang took their seats, a young server lady approached them with an accommodating aura and handed them a paper containing the menu with a list of food choices. *** After the gang indulged themselves with the excellent delicious meal that was gold well-spent, it''s time for them to set foot outside and begun their business here at the town. The gang already discussed where they are going first next during lunch inside, and it''s going to be at the Arena grounds at Trade Town so Isamu can register himself for the festival tourney. The other places can wait since today is the last day of registration and is undeniably the most urgent circumstance of the agenda. Isamu is blessed to have such a fine lord and friend with his company, appreciating Gray''s gesture about the whole matter. The gang began trekking the town again, tracing their steps back to the Trade Town district where they found themselves a while ago when they first arrive. After a short while, they came back at the mentioned district and witness the usual crowd at the marketplace haggling for goods and trading with the merchants and artisans. The gang asked one of the locals where the Arena is, and the man happily pointed the direction. Thanking the man, the gang followed his instructions, and they eventually arrived at the Arena, a gigantic dome establishment that''s unquestionably one of the centers of attraction that Flocaster has to offer other than the Bardic University and Steed Palace. Entering the place, the gang found themselves at the reception hall where a bearded brown-haired middle-aged human male is behind the counter. The hallway itself consisted of various ornamental displays like the statues that are equipped with a full set of plate armor near the walls and paintings of numerous notable individuals that are also hanged on the walls. The place is not so occupied. With no events currently ongoing, there''s no reason for the people to enter here until the tourney commences during the festival. The receptionist wore a simple red tunic with black trousers and brown boots. The gang approached the man to inquire about the event. "A fine welcome to you, good lords and ladies." The receptionist smiled welcomingly at the gang. "My name is Unver Guilestone, the receptionist of the Arena. What can I do for you folks today?" Unver Guilestone Level 16 Health: 2,298 / 2,298 Stamina: 894 / 894 Mana: 385 / 385 Isamu took the initiative and step forward, gesturing Gray that he''ll handle the talking from here since this is something that most concerned him. "Greetings to you as well. I''m Isamu Meiyo, and I''m here to register for the upcoming tourney." "Ah! So a Knight then." Unver said with glee, to which Isamu nodded in agreement. "Well, aren''t you a lucky one good sir. Today is actually the last day of registration, and here I thought no one is going to register anymore." "Lucky indeed. We have only just recently arrived here in town." Isamu made some small talk with a chuckle. "Before I register, can you tell me the rules or the things that I''m going to expect in this tourney? It''s my first time participating in this kind of grand event." "Of course." Unver obliged Isamu''s request. "The festival tourney rules are pretty straightforward. The conditions of victory include either if your opponent is unable to continue combat, most likely by being knocked down, or if your opponent ultimately yields. The tourney is a sport, a test of pure physical prowess and courage, emphasizing only the combat capabilities and fighting techniques of each contestant. As a result, skills and magic are absolutely forbidden. Paladins are a notable example as they are renowned for their use of Divine Magic like Priests. Skills also include the active racial ones since the passive skills are truly out of our control and can''t help naturally. After all, cat-folks such as yourself truly excel in being unnaturally quick in combat and is a clear disadvantage to other races." Unver paused for a moment before resuming his explanation about the rules. "Potions and other alchemical concoctions are also out of the question and we have a Mage for inspecting this kind of matter. To make things slightly fair, the tourney is divided into three divisions based on the Knight''s level. First, is the Squire''s Division, made up of Knights from levels 10 to 20. Then we have the Man-at-Arms'' Division, from levels 20 to 30. Lastly is the Chevalier Division, from levels 30 to 45. The tourney will start with a group fight divided into two teams to weed out the competition followed eventually by the usual one on one match." "Uh-huh." Isamu simply nodded in understanding. "How about our equipment? Am I going to use my own, or will you provide it for us?" "We provide the same tourney equipment to every combatant to even out their stats at a certain degree," Unver answered Isamu''s inquiries. "Additionally, you''ll be asked to remove any enchanted jewelry or paraphernalia that you are equipped with. The rules may be somewhat harsh and restricting, but this is to provide everyone regardless of level, race, and class with the equal opportunity to gain glory and fame. The victor of the tourney will garner 5,000 gold and the chance to choose among the price pool of extraordinarily valuable equipment that we prepared as fitting for a Knight such as yourself. "The rules make sense, I suppose." Isamu was no doubt enlightened about the tourney''s general aspect as a whole. It''s somewhat similar to his training at the Warrior''s Guild and with Krothu back at Chadena, where both training regimes stressed out a Warrior''s combat movements, fundamentals, and techniques as a whole rather than relying on skills from the System. This is one of the reasons why an individual from a Warrior''s Guild displayed excellent battle IQ and are quick to adapt in most combat situations, thus, adding to the prominence of the guild and Chadena altogether. After all, Chadena''s title "Lion of Whitemoor" is not known for nothing, giving birth to the best Warriors of all the land. This means that despite the nerf he will acquire from the tourney, it''s no big deal and nothing new. [+2 ORDER] Unver took out a piece of paper and quill from below his desk and presented it to the cat-folk as he instructed. "Now, Sir Isamu, I want you to fill in some of your personal information that''s listed in the sheet. Your name, hometown, class, actual level, and the rank and name of the noble Lord that you work under with." Isamu agreed, complying with the Unver''s instructions as he did so. After finishing the task, he handed it over back to Unver. Unver inspected and read the registration form. After a short while, he nodded with approval and smiled positively at Isamu. "Looks like everything is in order. Kindly hand me over the registration fee of 100 gold, and you''re officially good to go. The tourney will be held three days from now here on the second day of the festival, starting strictly at eight in the morning." Isamu nodded and conjured a pouch of 100 gold from his Inventory and gave it to Unver as part of the agreement. "Let''s see, Sir Isamu Meiyo from Chadena. Level 22, \u003cChampion\u003e class, and under the banner of Baron Gray Allister. The information is confirmed correctly?" Unver asked as he double-checked the contents of the registration form to the cat-folk. "Yes." Isamu ascertained with full confidence. "Great!" Unver answered excitingly. "And you are from Chadena, so I believe that you are also a member of the Warrior''s Guild?" "You believe right," Isamu smirked, proud of his status as a guild member of the Warrior''s Guild. "Then, it will be a glorious display of combat indeed whenever you are on the battlefield." Unver gave his praise. "An esteemed Warrior from the guild exhibiting his warfare mastery is always a welcome sight to behold." "I won''t disappoint then." Isamu crossed his arms with an aura of pure conviction. He always took pride in his combat prowess, and to reveal it in front of the crowd at the upcoming tourney is something that he''s certainly looking forward to. After Isamu''s business with Unver has finally concluded, the cat-folk bid his farewell as he went back to his companions. No doubt, Isamu is excited about participating, and the prospect of being hailed the victor of the tourney looks very promising. 110 Devils Hub After Isamu''s registration process at the Arena is finally concluded, the gang headed on to the Jewelry store Headmaster Ezkiel told them about, which is located at the same district of Trade Town, where they are currently standing outside at its street. They needed to get their hands off the jewelry reward given to them by Lady Stephania Walcot from Einsberg for a hefty amount of 12,000 gold. Again, the gang opted to ask another town local, and they were directed to the Jewelry store''s specified location somewhere in the north-western corner of the district. In a short while, the gang arrived at the store. The place is undoubtedly also an attraction, especially to jewelry connoisseurs or other people who just simply adore the exceptional quality of ornamental accessories. Of course, some customers, most notably Enchanters, purchased this grandiloquent item as a medium for their Enchanting trade, offering both grandeur display and powerful effects in their arsenal. Overall, The Velvet Box is a shop who the rich and nobility would frequent in this part of the Trade Town, indulging themselves in the eloquent world of the wealthy. Speaking of the shop''s physical appearance, the establishment seemed quite welcoming at first glance, where people, mostly the rich-looking, are seen entering and exiting the place. Although it was mentioned that the rich and nobility are the usual patrons of the shop, all people with different backgrounds and ways of life are welcomed here, and the shopkeeper himself would never deny a person''s right, as long as he or she possessed the gold of course. In the long run, coin only matters. The gang entered the shop so they can get this over with and depart themselves full of gold in their purse. Of course, that really meant metaphorically since the gold will actually be stored in Gray''s Inventory instead. *** Thankfully, things have gone according to plan for the gang, and they were able to garner exactly 11,868 gold from the box of jewelry that they presented to the dealer. Speaking of the dealer, the proprietor of The Velvet Box, a male Dwarf, was undoubtedly in awe when he peered the jewelry inside the box that the gang has shown to him. He was more than happy to receive and add it to his growing merchandise, discerning some of the most beautiful gemstones, rings, and necklaces that he has ever seen. When the Dwarf asked where did Gray get his jewelry collection from, the elf simply weaved an unreal tale that it was given to him by a wealthy noble friend of his from Chadena as a favor that he rendered some time ago. Of course, Gray could have told the Dwarf that it came from the good Lady Stephania, but he doesn''t want to risk anyone finding out anything about his involvement in rescuing the Lady. If the mastermind is investigating, he or she may be able to find out about the jewelry reward from the Dwarf. If the mastermind is smart enough and was capable of putting the pieces of the mystery puzzle together, it may ultimately lead to Gray''s potential demise. As a result, it would be entirely wise that the elf will be remaining cautious in his every dealings here at Flocaster, where a kidnapping whoreson of a Mage is still on the loose. Overall, Gray just did not want to risk it and opted for this particular safety measure that he thought of, denying his involvement in the kidnapping incident. After thanking the Dwarf for his remarkable service, the gang now set their further plans into motion, making their way to the Devil''s Hub district, the part of the town where the recreation establishments are located. It''s the district that''s mostly occupied at night, where the citizens, noble or common-folk, without prejudice or exception to the social hierarchy, would luxuriate in an evening of revelry and excitement, that is, if they have the coin to do so. The Devil''s Hub accommodated people of Flocaster with fun and entertainment, a den of carousing, and merrymaking as they say. The district consisted mainly of gambling sites, taverns, inns, brothels, and anything to satisfy a person''s worldly desire. As per the Devil name of the district itself, it''s definitely a place of sin that an individual can''t help but be tempted by the many luscious and desirable things that the site has to offer and marvel. It''s no surprise that gambling, drinking, and prostitution is always rampant around these parts, where lonely noblemen would mostly seek the services of a wench to turn their world upside-down in a night of vigorous fornication with screams that appeal to a Divine deity. Thankfully, the afternoon is still young, meaning the streets are not crowded and is a peaceful scenario when the gang eventually step foot at the place. There are also the usual Bards and other performers playing around their proximity. Additionally and as tipped to them by the Dwarven Jewelry dealer a while ago while on their small chat together during the transaction of sale, there are¡­ Flower Girls roaming around the district where the townsfolk refer kindly to the wenches in search of a willing client to satisfy sexually for gold. True to the women''s known alias, they each carry a basket of flowers while wearing alluring dresses that show a fair amount of skin to entice any men or even women to sin. The flowers, they sell it as a form of side business from the local Florist who at the same time is the esteemed madam who also oversaw every Flower Girl and provided each of them with protection and rights as a legitimate business approved by the Count. And right now, one of the women, a red-haired human beauty wearing a black sleeveless dress with a white hooded cowl, approached the gang with an angelic smile. "Hail to you, my lord." The redhead greeted Gray and his companions. "Should I interest you with some flowers in my basket? Or perhaps¡­ do you prefer the flower that''s underneath my lower garment, hehe." The last statement, the Flower Girl, said it seductively without any shred of shame, acting all too beguiling in an attempt to entice the elf to purchase her for a night of carnal services. As a healthy man with a normal fascination for the female body, Gray was slightly caught off guard by the redhead''s sexual innuendo and blushed a bit. He had to admit, though, that was a good one, and he is more than tempted to take her offer. No doubt, the woman was gorgeous, and any sensible man with working hormones will be willing to spend the night with her. Although such was not Gray''s business at this moment and is not a very good time, considering that he has a company behind him. The elf would be an absolute ass for abandoning his companions in favor of indulging his libido. As a result, he politely rejected the redhead as how a noble gentleman should. [+1 GOOD] [+1 ORDER] "I thank you for the offer, fair maiden." Gray smiled with a calm mind, suppressing his ardor. "But I have other things to do. Hmm, maybe I''ll just purchase one of your goods instead." "Very well." The redhead merely retained her sweet smile and presented the flowers to the gang. "Let''s see." Gray thought for a moment before picking a flower. His attention was caught by the sight of a particular white daisy in the bouquet, which he''s quite familiar, due to his alchemy lessons in the past. As a result, he opted to ask for confirmation. "Can you tell me what that flower is?" "It appears that you possess a good sight, my lord." The redhead gave her praise. "This flower is known is the Dead Daisy. Legend said that it only grows where death is nearby, thus mostly found at graveyards and receives its nourishment from the deceased. If you''re looking for its alchemical applications, you''re in luck as it also serves as an effective numbing agent in the hands of an alchemist. "Huh, then it appears that my hunch is correct, after all," Gray said with triumphant as he indeed recognized the flower of interest. As an alchemist, he''s always in a lookout for ingredients that he can use for crafting potions or poisons, and flowers fall into that category. "Alright, I''ll take that then." "Splendid, that will be nine gold." The redhead was delighted. Even if it''s only a small amount of coin, it''s still better than nothing. After their transaction is over, the gang and the redhead all departed with satisfied terms. As the gang continued their trek, more Flower Girls are seen around the area conducting their own trade. Some of them are even seen with the company of men, going on about with whatever mischief that they''ll be performing should they find themselves a bedroom to spend the night. Isamu, at best, ignored the women and thought of it as nothing big of a deal. In his opinion, none of them mattered, and Sarah is the only woman in his mind and heart. So the cat-folk steeled his resolve and pushed the temptations away from his mind. Sure when he was unattached and free of any romantic relationships, the cat-folk would sometimes entertain himself in the services of a wenches together with some friends from the guild, but those days are long gone now and having Sarah in his life definitely did wonders to him, both spiritually and financially, ever since he fell stricken with love on her every being. For Lily, she could not help but shook her head with a deep sigh at the prospect of women offering their bodies for gold. Not that she detested those kinds of individuals in any way or anything, but Lily simply thought that there are other ways to earn a profitable amount of income rather than falling to this kind of dirty work. Selena, technically a child, still was in the dark about this kind of adult matters. Because of this, she decided to ask Gray about it should the opportunity presented itself at its earliest convenience, perhaps asking what type of flower that was referred underneath the redhead''s lower garment as a start. Walking further into the district and asking a local for the direction to the Musician''s Pub, they eventually arrived at the said tavern that''s located somewhere at one of the district''s clear streets. Speaking of the Musician''s Pub, the tavern from the outside looked rustic and intimate while possessing a cozy ambiance that one can take comfort at. Hardwood logs make up most of the establishment''s architectural design. It''s slightly tricky to see through the glass windows, but the entertained chatters of the tavern patrons can be heard from where the gang stood. Without wasting further time, the gang went inside the pub to get over with whatever business that they have. Hopefully, this Julian character is inside, so their ventures here are not wasted. That, and Gray''s other quest too, to which his companions are also quite aware when he consulted with them. Selena and Lily merely agreed and stated their complete cooperation with whatever quest that this Emissary has in store for him. Although the ladies also warn him to be careful with his undertakings around a stranger. Isamu was having mixed feelings about the matter. As long as the quest does not involve murder or atrocity to the innocent, he too will cooperate. The cat-folk can be quite flexible in his morals, the same as the elf. Hopefully, Gray''s personal quest from a dark entity won''t be entirely bad. Entering the tavern, the four were greeted by the display of the people on their respective seats minding their own affairs, chatting and drinking with one another. Because the afternoon is still young, there really aren''t a lot of customers here at this particular time of a typical workday. The tavern keeper, a cat-folk surprisingly, was seen behind the counter, wiping off the plates with a clean rag. Said cat-folk had brown fur and wore a simple white shirt with brown trousers and boots. As they were about to go to the tavern-keeper''s direction to ask if he saw a Bard named Julian here inside, the gang and every occupant of the tavern all heard a loud smash of the table followed by a man''s enraged scream coming precisely from the lower left corner of the room. "YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!!" 111 A Bardic Swordplay Bards may be known for their eccentricity, mischief, and their colorful play of words, but one Julian Kallistus took it to the next level. Many definitely know him as an astute lover of women, the seeker of bosoms, and a superb pervert of no equal, aside from the Headmaster. Julian''s reputation in Flocaster received mixed reactions from the general public, well mostly constituting to scorn, especially from men who only want to bring him down due to their jealousy of his ability to turn hearts into the fluttering of a butterfly. Well, at least that''s what the Bard has quoted with his own words. As a result, many would come and go to express their malcontent towards Julian, and as a result, right at this very moment here at the Musician''s Pub, the people of the tavern simply shook their own heads at this regular occurrence of men accusing Julian from taking their beloved. Of course, such disgusting action is totally out of the line even to the Bard as he would never consider anyone who''s currently in a loving and loyal relationship. Julian only targeted women without any commitment to a man or maybe a woman. He may be a womanizer, but he''s definitely not an ingrate stick in the ass stealing lovers left and right. Although there may be some exceptions like, for example, if the woman herself is in an unhappy marriage and relationship, which in that case, he''ll be more than glad to oblige the woman if she so desires. Which begs the question in this troublesome situation that Julian finds himself at. "Do I know you, kind sir?" Julian eyed the angry man and his status bar with a passive and calm look while sitting leisurely with a glass of wine on his right hand. Young man Level 20 Health: 3,001 / 3,001 Stamina: 1,256 / 1,256 Mana: 350 / 350 Speaking of the man, he wore long-sleeved leather armor and was not alone. Behind him are three armed mercenaries wearing a set of chain mail armor with their own swords sheathed and strap on their hips. Each mercenary is at levels 21 and are all Warriors as per their get-up and stats. "I am the son of the fair woman you have slept with two nights ago, you insufferable prick!!" The man gritted his teeth in rage. "Ah!!" Julian''s eyes lit up in realization upon hearing the young man''s statement. "So you''re the son of the beautiful goddess, Melody. Your mother is quite something, I can tell you that. Did you know that she also talks about you while we were in bed with both our bodies exposed to one another? She also mentioned how a remarkable good son you truly are. Haha, I suppose the insult, ''Motherfucker,'' actually fit in this context. I applaud you for the correct usage of the terminology, unlike the usual nitwits I had the displeasure of meeting." Indeed, the man was utterly disgusted as he stared at Julian with a judgmental look. "Oh don''t give me that look, Matthew, if I''m correct?" Julian merely chuckled at the man''s reaction as he also remembered the name from his conversation with the man''s mother after love-making. "Your mother has been a widow for many years, and she has every right to be happy by sleeping with anyone she pleases. As a gentleman who appreciates her mature beauty and intellect, I was more than happy to serve as we find solace towards one another." "Not by a filthy womanizer like you!!!" Despite Julian''s reasonable response, it was fallen into deaf ears as Matthew flew into a blind rage and ordered his men. "I''ve had enough of your chit-chat!! Teach this perverted defiler a lesson!!!" The armed men obliged with Matthew''s request and step forward to deal with the Bard in front of them. The trio surrounded Julian with their swords now unsheathed and pointing towards the Bard. "Well, I suppose there''s no more room for diplomacy." Julian assumed a cocky grin. In an instant, he flipped the table, sending the three men and Matthew disoriented. Julian then quickly summoned a rapier from his Inventory and assumed a combat stance that pointed the thin blade to his adversaries with his legs spread, issuing a challenge in an attempt to provoke. "Come at me whenever you are ready." Matthew and his men were all enraged by Julian''s act and display of arrogance as they all charged into the Bard with weapons in hand. As the sword slash from above was initiated from the first mercenary, Julian gracefully side-stepped away from the attack and instantly countered by stabbing him in the vulnerable, non-armored portion of his torso. The mercenary felt the puncture of the attack, causing him to be staggered by the sudden pain. The second mercenary attempted to stab him, but Julian did not give any chance for the attack to connect as he expertly disarmed the mercenary with his free left hand and pushed him to the third mercenary was trying to find the perfect opportunity to join in the fray. Matthew was bewildered indeed at the sight of Julian tormenting his mercenaries like it was all just a game to the Bard. He thought for sure that the mercenary that he had hired would get the job done since this particular company is renowned for doing so. Aside from Julian''s reputation of being a Bard and a damn womanizer, he was also renowned as a highly regarded \u003cDuelist\u003e with his excellent fighting intuition and quick thinking. With a rapier always in the ready, Julian made quick work of anyone opposing him with flash speed and deadly precision in his arsenal. His combat style or, more specifically, his Discipline of \u003cSwashbuckler\u003e emphasized in stabbing and poking along with his swift movement to his enemies with the use of his exquisite rapier, a slender and sharply-pointed two-edged blade. The whole crowd inside the tavern could not help but be deeply mesmerized at the outstanding combat performance Julian is exhibiting. It''s as if the Bard is no longer fighting with his enemies, but rather, dancing with elegant poise and choreography with the playful use of his rapier to take down the mercenaries. If the patrons don''t know any better, they might think that this is some sort of stage play that''s being enacted by one of the Bardic University''s schemes of theatrical endeavor. Of course, this was the infamous Julian Kallistus, younger brother of the even more infamous Headmaster, Ezkiel Kallistus, and the Kallistus, aside from being Bards, are actually renowned for being a family of \u003cDuelists\u003e as well, with their own unique style of swordplay that outshines almost every other combat techniques that have existed. "Alright, I believe that it''s time to enter the grand finale!!" Julian was yelled excitedly to entice the crowd to feel the same while eyeing the Mathew and the mercenaries who were backed off exhaustingly at a near corner. He then assumed his rapier stance and prepared a unique skill of his that came from the Kallistus swordplay. "I believe that you fine young men will get to witness my \u003cMirage Execution\u003e." With his skill activating, a blue aura suddenly engulfed his body as he quickly charged in. His whole body turned into an apparition of a sharp blade pointing towards his enemies, a deadly sight for them to witness no doubt. At this point, Julian indeed became one with his sword, dashing straight with a flash speed and instantly knocking Matthew and the mercenaries down. With his adversaries all down to the ground and injured, Julian grinned in triumphant at his efforts and masterfully handled his rapier in a spinning motion in putting it back to its scabbard on his hip. Fortunately for Matthew and the mercenaries, they will all live, since Julian did go easy. If the Bard truly wanted them dead, then he would not waste his time in the elegant display that he has marveled for the crowd to witness. It''s simply not worth the trouble, and he did owe Matthew''s mother, Melody, for comforting him ever since he was saddened by Finnegan''s imprisonment. Besides, it would be fun to see the disgruntled look on their faces right after their utter defeat. [+1 GOOD], [+2 CHAOS] While the crowd wanted to cheer for the Bard''s spectacular triumph, they were aware that Mathew and his mercenaries needed some medical aid. Sure, Matthew was the one who started the fight, but they can''t exactly blame him for his grievance towards Julian. Thankfully, the tavern-keeper was quick in his actions, and during the bout, he was able to call the local guard authorities to handle things from here. Knowing Julian and his connections to the University and the Kallistus family, he will only be receiving some light reprimanding from the guard captain herself. In this case, Julian was legally not at fault and won''t be in deep trouble this time around. After Matthew and his goons were all brought out by the guards to treat their injuries, the cat-folk tavern-keeper could only sigh deeply at the fiasco that was occurred in his establishment. Although he has seen the broken tables and chairs in his vicinity, the cat-folk simply dismissed his annoyance regarding the matter since Julian usually paid his debts back thanks to the wealth of his family. Overall, things turn out to be still okay. "This is getting old, Julian." The cat-folk frowned as he approached the Bard, someone whose actually an everyday patron at his tavern. "Aren''t you bored of people wanting to slice your throat open every single day?" "Meh, they should be the one getting bored instead." Julian replied with a smirk. "They do know about my prowess in the art of grand swordplay. Their futile attempts at apprehending me is always a delightful entertainment." "Your perversion will one day be the death of you." The cat-folk shook his head. "And if that happens, the ladies will weep sorrowfully on my grave." Julian retained his cheerful demeanor. "Let everyone know the Legend of Julian and his exploits throughout Silverhart!! Flocaster is merely a stepping stone, the beginning of my illustrious adventure!!" While Julian was in his fantasy of being in a majestic tour throughout every place of Silverhart, he was suddenly approached by a certain elf together with his three companions, each of them unique on their own. *** \u003cAround a minute ago.\u003e "That was¡­ amazing!!" Gray was definitely in awe at the combat display that was performed by Julian. He then asked Isamu regarding this outstanding event. "Based on his stats and the way he moves, I can assume that he''s a Rogue. What class is he, exactly?" "With quick swordsmanship and flashy movements, he must be a \u003cDuelist\u003e, I believe." Isamu answered with the same reaction as Gray. "I''ve had the pleasure of sparring some of them at the Guild, but none had ever shown such exceptional talent compared to him." "He sure is splendid, that I can say." Lily smiled as she made her comments about the Bard. "Not to mention, he''s also quite handsome and clearly skilled with the blade. Although I did hear him mentioning that he slept with his foe''s mother." ''Hmm, his fighting style, I too favored quick movements and strikes with the use of my \u003cBane''s Embodiment\u003e.'' Selena voiced out her view in a telepathic manner, analyzing the Bard with meticulous eyes. ''If I were to fight him without magic, no doubt I''ll be completely defeated. And even with magic, I''m still not confident with my chances.'' While the gang kept on eyeing at the Bard, who was in a conversation with the cat-folk tavern-keeper, they all heard some murmurs coming from the crowd. "That was spectacular!! He always never fail to impress us with such dignified combat style." "Despite his infamy towards women, one can''t deny the magnificence of the Kallistus swordplay!!" "Julian Kallistus, he''s definitely a prodigy in both swordsmanship and the Bardic arts." Upon hearing the Bard''s name, the gang turned to look at each other in consultation. "So, that''s Julian." Gray nodded as he turned his attention back to the Bard. "Heh, no wonder Steph seemed to be all over the man when she talked about it during our dinner. He''s practically everything that most women would find appealing." With the new information in mind, the gang proceeded to approach the Bard, Julian, to fulfill their task from the Lady of delivering the letter on her behalf. 112 Fateful meetings "Julian Kallistus?" The uttering of the bard''s name was made by none other than Gray Allister as the elf himself, and his companions approached the bard with the sole intent of giving Stephania''s letter to him. Julian''s attention turned to the gang, his observant eyes gazing forth while the cat-folk tavern-keeper whose beside him hoped that there won''t be an instigation of another tavern brawl again as it''s bad for business. "Yes?" Julian asked the elf, wondering what the unusual company like the gang would want with him. Hopefully, this is not another set of a group who wished to cause him some trouble yet again because he wooed yet another woman that they know of. As a matter of fact, Julian does not like his chances of victory at this particular band of individuals when he peered right each of their status bar above their heads. Call him paranoid, but Julian has a keen knack of sensing peril, as he kind of felt that each of the individuals of the gang screamed danger at its every wake, so he has every right to feel worried. Thankfully, such is not the case as the elf assumed a polite and welcoming demeanor with a smile on his youthful face. Julian also took notice of the rose badge that the elf and a child are currently adorning in their robes, signifying the status of nobility at the high hierarchy of society. "My name is Gray Allister." Gray began introducing himself first before his friends. "And these are my esteemed companions. My Knight, Isamu Meiyo, my little sister, Selena Allister, and a friend of mine from the Order, Liliane Springflower. A pleasure to meet your acquaintance, good Bard." "So, you''re the esteemed Gray Allister who created this ''Gangnam Style''. I''ve heard about you from my brother." Julian gracefully bowed his body, his right hand touching his own chest elegantly while performing the courteous act. He then turned his head at Gray''s companions, especially Lily, as his sights instantly glued upon her. Indeed, Julian was enamored by the beautiful Druid that''s indeed the flower of the group as he would now like to call her. Of course, he wouldn''t be acting all strange and flirty for now since he still don''t know about Lily''s relationship status. Who knows, maybe she''s involved romantically with the elf, and Julian does not want to initiate yet another troublesome situation right now. Hearing the tavern-keeper''s banters once per day at a minimum is already enough as it is. Anyways, Julian opted to temporarily push away his libido in favor of conducting himself appropriately in front of the elven Baron. "What can I do for you, my lord?" "I am here to deliver this letter to you from the good Lady of Einsberg." Gray said as he conjured the said item from his Inventory and handed it to the bard. "Ah, you mean from Steph then." Julian grinned cheerfully while receiving the letter. Just thinking about Stephania definitely brought a smile on the bard''s face as she''s one of the rare women who accepted his personality without any grudges, and for that, he''s absolutely grateful to her. Although they''re just friends who mingled closely from time to time, and both understood that no significant attachments are going on between them. "Oh, if you''re confused about the name, that''s definitely Lady Stephania who I''m referring to. As the Lady and I are very close friends, she allowed me to call by her nickname. I thank you for your troubles." "I see." Gray simply nodded in response. He was perfectly aware of Stephania''s shortened name as the elf was also granted that particular privilege reserved for friends. Of course, he wouldn''t be telling that to Julian, someone who he had just met. It might lead to a certain secret topic regarding a kidnapping incident that the elf shouldn''t disclose to anyone until the culprit was caught. To put it simply, he''s here to deliver a letter, and nothing more. "And to show you my thanks, how about we share some drinks for you and your companions, here, and it will be in the house." Julian offered the kind gesture to the gang. "Einsberg is two days from here, after all, and I would be honored if I get to hear some stories about your adventures outside." "Drinks, huh." Gray smirked at the bard''s tempting proposition. After all, it''s not in his nature to say no for some good ole drinking, and not to mention, it''s going to be free. Free drinks are always the best, no questions needed to ask. As a matter of fact, he would like to have some friendly chat with a seemingly cool person like Julian, who has displayed exceptional combat mastery in the way of the blade. Gray may as well get some insight out of the bard''s outstanding fighting style. But still, the gang has some additional business that they needed to conduct inside, with a certain emissary that is. So perhaps his drinking with Julian would have to wait for the moment. "As much as I would love to take your offer, I''m afraid that the gang and I still have some business that needs to be taken care of. Since you are a Bard, I think we may be able to see each other regularly as my companions and I are staying at the University''s dormitories. Perhaps we may postpone it sometime at a later date?" "That would be acceptable." Julian smiled at Gray''s compromising of the offer. "What is the room numbers of your rooms, so I may know where you reside." "Rooms 30 for me, Isamu, and our carriage-driver, Ivan, while 31 for the ladies." Gray answered. "Ah, so you are on the first floor then." Julian said, causing Gray to nod in response. "Well, my room number is 104, located on the second floor. If you wish to seek me, then you are welcome to come to my room anytime. Although during the festival, I might be all over the town, conferring my performance and swordplay to the crowd." "Alright, I''ll see you then." Gray said in agreement. "Well, with the commotion that I have caused, I better take my leave for now." Julian chuckled at his recent actions that garnered the undivided attention of the patrons. "One troublesome predicament involving a fair maiden is enough for a single day, haha. I''ll be in my room if you wish to find me." And with that said, Julian left the gang to their own devices, going back to the University for some rest after having to deal with the troubles of being a womanizer yet again. Such is the life of one Julian Kallistus, younger brother of the Headmaster, esteemed Bard, and practitioner of the Kallistus swordplay. While Gray was staring at Julian''s retreating form, Isamu made his comment from the elf''s side. "Well, he seemed like a fine individual to get along with. I can''t wait to see a man like him turned drunk if we are going to have some drinks with him." "Yep." Gray simply nodded with a passive expression, neither happy nor sad, much to Isamu and the ladies'' bewilderment. "Is something wrong, Baron Gray?" Lily asked out of concern. "Maybe." Gray answered and faced the whole gang. "You all did receive the quest of \u003cA Musical Mayhem\u003e when the Lady instructed us to give the letter to Julian, correct? If so, did your own Systems notify you of the quest''s completion? Because mine didn''t." ''Now that you mention it, no.'' Selena responded with her usual telepathic way while the others shook their head in disagreement. ''Perhaps it has something to do with the Quest Bonus?" "Maybe." Gray replied with a frown. "Hopefully it won''t be something hard. Maybe it has got to do something with us drinking with Julian?" "It''s plausible, yes." Lily stroked her chin in thinking. "The System can be quite flexible in these kinds of matters, after all. "Then we just have to wait, then." Isamu remarked with assurance. "There''s no point in dwelling too much regarding the matter." "Very well." Gray agreed with Isamu. "For now, I supposed we can postpone that quest in favor of our next agenda that we are going to partake, namely, the quest from an entity from my dream." "Yeah." Isamu nodded, this time with a whispering tone as only he and his companions can hear this conversation of theirs. "If this emissary is here, how can we know that it''s truly him or her? We can''t just go around and casually ask each patron here in the tavern if he or she is an emissary sent by someone from your dreams. People will certainly think that we are deranged. Worst-case scenario, some righteous Paladin might hear about us and will not hesitate to accuse us of being demon worshipers, thus giving some sort of excuse for our execution." While the gang is consulting with one another on how they are going to delicately proceed with their course of action, Gray slightly flinched when someone tapped right at his shoulder. Turning around to look behind, Gray saw that it was none other than the cat-folk tavern-keeper himself, making his presence known. "Excuse, my lord." The cat-folk inquired Gray. "I can''t help but overhear your conversation with Julian a short while ago. You are Gray Allister, I believe." "That''s my name." Gray confirmed with a nod. "Splendid, my master, the owner of this tavern, has been expecting your arrival. He is the emissary of our mighty Lordship that you are looking for." The cat-folk bared his sharp fangs in a mischievous smirk. "By the way, my name is Kesosh Domo, the humble tavern-keeper of the Musican''s Pub. It''s a privilege to finally meet you." Kesosh Domo Level 15 Health: 815 / 815 Stamina: 2,157 / 2,157 Mana: 370 / 370 "Well, I guess that saves us the trouble." Gray smiled in relief now that the answer to their latest predicament has presented right before them in the form of a cat-folk. "So, where is he then?" "I will call for him in his personal quarters upstairs." Kesosh answered. "In the meantime, why don''t you wait at the chairs right over the counter?" "Very well." Gray agreed with the Kesosh''s suggestion. He and his companions proceeded to take their sits at the area that was said to him by the tavern-keeper. After five minutes of waiting, a young nobleman emerged from upstairs in an upright position as fitting to his status. He then went behind the counter nonchalantly like he owned the very place. Nobleman Level 25 Health: 1,757 / 1,757 Stamina: 3,271 / 2,271 Mana: 380 / 380 As the gang took a closer look at his features, the man is quite good-looking. He has a slightly messy black hair and wore a long blue hooded leather overcoat with yellow buttons. His lower garments consisted of black trousers with a pair of boots of the same color. The gang also thought that the nobleman resonated with a cheerful vibe who anyone can easily befriend. Based on the man''s stats and outfit, the gang assumed that he is also a Rogue like Julian, due to his high Stamina that mostly constituted to a high Dexterity as well. "Greetings, fellow noblemen and ladies. Kesosh has told me of your arrival." The man grinned in a friendly way to ease up the gang in their social interaction while resting both arms at the counter in a leaning manner. His next words though, are about to entirely shock the gang in a sudden unexpected revelation. "I am Stephen Walcot, second son of Baron Stan Walcot of Einsberg. I believe you have met and saved my dear sister in the village." Upon hearing the nobleman''s self-introduction, one thing came in mind to Gray in his surprised state... It appears that the elf''s involvement with the Walcot family still has not come to an end. 113 Emissary Walco When Gray Allister and the company were revealed about this sudden revelation, they sincerely thought how slightly bizarre this situation turned out to be when the emissary is actually revealed to be who is no other than the second son of the Walcot family himself. Gray''s first impression on the nobleman, well, Stephen''s hooded long jacket-like outfit to be more precise, is that the noble kind of looked like an assassin of some sort from one of the Assassin''s Creed game franchise. To be honest, the elf thought that Stephen looked cool and dope in the said attire. Of course, Stephen''s clothing acted both as a luxury and practicality where one may use during both combat and social interactions. Gray also thought along the lines that there must be some kind of hidden blade underneath that jacket of his, but that''s just wishful thinking. Assassin''s Creed is also one of his all-time favorite games, after all. Anyways, Gray decided to snap out of his surprised state and started conversing with Stephen. "So, you''re the emissary of this Dark entity, God, or whatever." Stephen chuckled at Gray''s wording regarding the matter and corrected it. "Our lordship is a God. To put it simply, he is not one of the Divines, more like clinging to the darker side." "A Demonic God, then?" Isamu intervened with a frown on his face. Everyone knows of the common knowledge that two types of Gods govern each of their own aspects of nature and delivered their will through the actions of the mortals who revere them. There''s the Divines, the Gods associated with justice, benevolence, and virtue, and there are the Demonic Gods who are correlated mostly with evil, malevolence, and deception. Although the truth, if a reasonable and logical individual would say, is more complicated than what most of the populace believe in their black and white perception of things. "Not exactly," Stephen responded while still retaining his smirk. "Lord Choros harbors no love for both Divine and Demonic, so you could say that he''s merely one of the Neutral Gods. Although I won''t blame you if you do think that Lord Choros is affiliated with the Demons, given his dark and chaotic nature. Even if it''s true, our lordship expressed his disdain in being affiliated with his demonic brethren and prefers to mind his own business." "Choros, huh." Gray rubbed his chin in pondering. "What can you tell me about him?" "Lord Choros has many titles; The Chaotic Reveler, The Blade of Disorder, The Lawless Being, and many more," Stephen answered with pride in his every tone. "Our lordship delights in Chaos and Disorder as he grants rewards and fortunes to anyone who revels in it. Although one may argue that he''s an Evil God just because of his demonic nature, even Chaos can be a tool for advancing yourself to the path of good. As a matter of fact, my sacred pact with Lord Choros is also one of the reasons why my beloved little sister was saved two nights ago by you." "Really now?" Gray was a bit intrigued by Stephen''s last statement. "How so?" "Every day, I perform an act of chaos as a prayer to our Lord, wishing that my family is constantly safe from any harm and Lord Choros indeed was true to his words when he spoke to you on the night of Stephania''s attempted kidnapping," Stephen replied. "Every now and then, Lord Choros would give me his subtle whispers, tasking me to whatever his bidding, thus strengthening my covenant and bond with him." "So, you''re a member of some sort of cult, huh." Gray made his own conclusions. "Does your family know about this?" "No, and I prefer that it will be that way." Stephen assumed a serious demeanor, in very contrast to the cheerful persona that he displayed earlier. "My dealings are my own and it would be best if little people knew of my endeavors. Of course, if you plan on ratting me out to the authorities, then you''ll see that your efforts are going to be a failure. After all, I''m a noble with many connections in this town, and you would want me as a friend more than an enemy." "Hmm, is that a threat?" Gray definitely does not like the current way of Stephen''s talking to him. "Of course not." Stephen instantly went back to his merry persona, grinning with utmost delight. "Just simply stating the facts and consequences." Gray nevertheless did not let his guard down despite Stephen''s remarks that are coupled with his seemingly happy go lucky image. "If you say so. Anyways, what does your God want with me?" "Heh, I''ll let your disrespect slide, given that my God sees no purpose to amuse himself in such insignificant matters of respectful words." Stephen nodded in understanding. "Before we get down to business, tell me, Baron Gray Allister, what do you think of slavery as a whole?" "Slavery?" Gray uttered the word with slight distaste. "If good and innocent people are involved, then I abhor such a notion. I find the idea of unpaid and an extremely one-sided service to be a sick concept in my opinion. Workers should always be granted proper payment and incentives for their services. Why do you ask?" [+1 GOOD] Of course, Gray''s reasoning only applied to who he deemed to be worthy of freedom, to the good people who don''t deserve such unruly fate. Although the same can''t be said about the scum and villains of society that preyed to the weak and innocent. They can all rot to Hellas for all the elf cared. A big emphasis on this insight is his spell of \u003cMana Slave\u003e, allowing Gray to enslave the victim with the use of his volatile Arcane magic to force his enemies to his very will. Such is the reason why Gray only used the said spell to malicious individuals like bandits and other criminal figures. "Ah, then as an emissary of Lord Choros, I believe that you are up for the task that I have in mind for you." Stephen was pleased with Gray''s response as he began telling the task at hand. "My contracts have informed me that there''s a slave den situated underground at a gambling establishment called the Joker''s Enterprise here in this district. You probably know this, but Slavery is illegal in every part of Whitemoor, and the jack-ass of a proprietor decided to take matters into his own hands and succumb to his greed for coin. I want you to go to the said place and disrupt the operation by freeing the slaves and causing mayhem before the poor souls will be transported to the Black Market." "I see," Gray said in response. "If that''s the case, shouldn''t it be a lot easier to report this matter to the authorities? Not that I disagree, and I want nothing more than to save some people from such dark fate and let those slavers pay for their transgressions, but it is going to save a whole lot of trouble if you get my point. This kind of task is definitely not easy and poses a lot of unnecessary risks if we act too rashly." [+1 ORDER], [+3 GOOD] "Yes, and I already tipped the Guard Captain herself of this." Stephen''s expression turned grim. "Although I have something other in mind of the owner himself, something that''s considered unethical and out of the law, if you catch my meaning." "Out of the law, huh." Gray crossed his arm with a grave look. "You mean killing the bastard instead of imprisoning him?" [+2 CHAOS] "Close," Stephen smirked at Gray''s answer. "You are to bring the rascal to me alive first though. I still have some business with him before eventually ending his pathetic insignificant life. We are doing this world a favor with this act. The bastard proved to be quite elusive and paranoid, always being in the presence of his mercenary guards and mages, thus capturing him in the open without any shreds of evidence is quite a huge risk. The assistance provided by the Guard Captain and her subordinates is simply a means to an end. True and efficient justice is swift and bloody, in contrast to some of the laws that offered some form of mercy and rights to these vile scoundrels of society. And I know very well that honor and mercy are not enough to cleanse this rotten world from foul corruption. How else did the Paragons fulfill their respective destinies in the first place? Sparing their demonic adversaries and calling all goods and quits? How utterly comedic." Stephen continued with a sly grin. "I was about to hire someone to do this dirty task, maybe someone from the Guild of Shadows, but Lord Choros insisted, saying that you should be the one with the honors to perform it instead. I''ve also heard your exploits on how you were able to catch the kidnapper with the use of your magic from the village courier who my sister sent, meaning you have quite the deadly set of useful skills in your arsenal that will be helpful in this quest of yours, Lord Arcanist." Gray solely uttered not a single word upon hearing Stephen''s spot-on deduction about his class. Although he was definitely shocked, Gray tried not to expressed it too much and opted to remain a passive face. "Your stoic look is indeed a wonder, but I can''t be fooled. If you are wondering how I know, \u003cMana Slave\u003e is a spell that I''m quite aware of." Stephen answered. "The letter from the courier also described in detail about the kidnapper''s condition before he was eventually captured by the village guards. Headache before assuming violet glowing eyes, and a state of unintelligent daze, I''ve witnessed some of your fellow Arcanists demonstrating that particular spell during my tour at Arkanos University in Everfall, for the people to know its clear symptoms and signs and how to deal with it." "Huh, I guess the cat is out of the bag." Gray shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly. Stephen only nodded with a smile and finally asked Gray what his decision is. "So, Baron Allister, will you accept this one of a kind task offered by none other than the God of Chaos and Entropy. Should you be successful, a reward of massive proportion will be waiting for you at the end, in the form of unequal luck that even the devil himself would pale in comparison." Gray then rubbed his chin for a moment if he should be accepting this kind of quest or not. If he refused, the slaver would still be caught most likely and will be behind bars inside the dungeon, so it''s still all good. On the other hand, Stephen does have a point when the punishment of someone who indulges in the toying of other good people''s lives is simply enough in him being chained. The slaves would most likely demand retribution, and being imprisoned is definitely not enough to satiate the slaves'' thirst for justice. Choros did mention that the ring will show its true power if he did God''s bidding, so yeah, Godly artifacts are definitely a big YES in the elf''s book. In the end, Gray''s drive for power and ambition pushed him to agree with Stephen, resulting in the latter nod favorably. That, and getting rid of the slaver permanently is also a motivating factor. Stephen then told Gray more information about the task that will aid in its success. [+2 CHAOS], [+1 GOOD] 114 Slavers fall Darkness has made itself prevalent throughout Flocaster and the streets of the Devil''s Hub is filled with multiple patrons and flower girls going with their respective business for some entertainment and fun, well for the latter, money is the motivating point for the women''s line of adult work. The establishments are filled with noise, no doubt revelry, and enjoyment centered around the district who folks of every background would partake with gambling, drinking, and other actions that fulfill their debased worldly needs. In one particular building, the Joker''s Enterprise, people are witnessed to be gambling to their heart''s content inside. Every table is occupied with patrons who waste their gold coins in their respective table games for a chance to earn even more in return. Although the patrons'' fun was suddenly interrupted when they all heard someone barging in at the door. They were all instantly baffled upon seeing the renowned Guard Captain herself with a squadron of her fellow guards making themselves known. Additionally, the intense serious look of the beautiful captain herself spoke a multitude of volumes that she truly meant business here in this establishment that everyone found themselves in. No doubt, things are going to get rather hectic around here with the guards'' presence. Guard Captain Madeleine cleared her throat loudly to catch everyone''s attention as she made her announcement. "As per authority by the good Count of Flocaster, I want everyone to kindly vacate the premises immediately. We have clear pieces of evidence that this establishment that all of you are frequenting on also deal in slavery." Defiance is definitely not an option for the civilians as they all got up and immediately left the building. They all very much know the consequences of challenging the authority of the guards and thought it would be best to comply with their orders without question. That, and the slavery statement caught the civilians off-guard, knowing that slavery is highly frowned upon in Whitemoor and was tantamount to a life sentence in the dark dungeons where the offender would never get to witness the light of the sun ever again. The occupants of the gambling den quickly departed, not wanting to stay here any longer now that the truth has finally come out. Of course, some people opted to be uncooperative and stayed, like the proprietor of the establishment together with his band of mercenaries who he has summoned and eventually surrounded the guards in the whole proximity. "What''s the meaning of this captain!?" A dwarf made his presence known as he was seen on top of the second floor near the stair railings that overlooked the entirety of the guards below him. He was clad in greyscale mail armor. What''s rather unique about the dwarf is his one blinded eye on the right with a scar, a clear mark of injury that he has attained in one of his past battles. In short, the dwarven warrior figure appeared to be menacing and won''t hesitate to go down without a fight, guard, or not. The rest of the mercenaries are equipped with various kinds of equipment, ranging from leather armors to chainmail. Three of them from the group are witnessed to be also dressed in robes, showcasing the mercenary mages who are right beside the dwarf above, ready to unleash their spell with a single word from their commander. "Iron-eye," Madeleine uttered the slaver dwarf''s name with disdain as she set her gazes above. "We have sufficient proof that you and your cohorts of goons have been dealing with the slavery business here in town. By the authority of the Count, I hereby arrest you and anyone who is associated with charges of slavery. Come with us in peace, and you shall be treated with the humane rights of a prisoner." Iron-eye Level 28 Health: 3,741 / 3,741 Stamina: 2,214 / 2,214 Mana: 400 / 400 "Slavery, you say?" Iron-eye chuckled in amusement. "On what basis if I may ask? If this evidence that you speak of is simply about the baseless rumors that circulate around me here in town, that I''m afraid that you are making a huge mistake in this pointless venture of yours." "Oh, we have the evidence, alright." Madeleine crossed her arms with a scowl, very much unfitting indeed to her attractive face. "We have been tipped by someone extremely reliable of your dishonorable affairs around a month ago. As a result, I have dispatched some agents to investigate and spy on you and this establishment of yours for the said period. Indeed, what we found is quite disturbing, and justice demands that you surrender yourself this instant." "Is that so?" Iron-eye was not even fazed off, displaying remarkable deadly calmness amidst the pressure of lawful authority. "Then it appears that we have nothing further to talk about. I suppose that it''s all that fool Stephen''s fault for this predicament of mine now, is it? After all, that insufferable noble bastard has been the bane of my existence and wanted nothing more than my downfall." "It matters not who it is," Madeleine answered. "Choose your next words wisely Iron-eye, it may either spell your doom or trial, the latter choice I highly suggest since you''ll still be leaving with your life intact. Better than nothing." "Heh, and if you think that I''ll be giving up easily just like that, then you are horribly mistaken, Captain," Iron-eye stated with opposition. Shortly after, he quickly gave the signal to his mercenaries to attack. Madeleine and the guards instantly reacted as the three mages of Iron-eye all readied their respective projectile spells to blast the guards to smithereens. Of course, Madeleine, thanks to her extensive preparations for this operation, anticipated magic in this scenery. As a result, she also brought a squad of Mages with her. The City guard of Flocaster also employed magic within their ranks to counter criminals who resorted to the same method. There are only a few of them, these magic-users are also trained in close combat quarters, similar to their Warrior counterparts, and are wearing a robed variant of the normal guard armor. The Guard Mages compromising five of them are seen within the squadron and two of them who are \u003cElementalists\u003e cast a defensive lightning barrier to counter-initiate the offensive spell of the Mercenary Mages. Guard-Mages are only a few in numbers in any guard organizations is because Mages prefer to seclude themselves in tomes and magic activities rather than perform the normal guard duties that are quite physically unfitting for them. After all, being an official Mage at the University is what most magic-users dream and not being a common city guard. After the initial attack, the Guard-Mages turned the barrier off as it''s Mana consuming on their part. And with that, the mercenaries all charged in with their respective weaponry to fight off the city guards. The sound of steel clashing loudly with one another can now be heard as the skirmish of guards and mercenaries began. Different Magic attacks were traded between Mages of both sides while the physical fighters all fought fiercely with weapon to weapon. Both forces appeared to be almost equal in battle skill, having an average level of twenty. The guards outnumbered the mercenaries by one is to three though, so it will only be a matter of time before the mercenaries will eventually succumb to defeat. Nevertheless, this is not the main issue. Madeleine gritted her teeth in frustration at this as a random mercenary came to her and initiated a sword fight with her. As the Guard Captain, she is more than capable of fending herself off against an average fighter and emerging victorious. Meaning the mercenary that she''s now dealing with is of no concern. The real issue however is Iron-eye himself as Madeleine saw the dwarf retreating down at the eastern staircase, making his way into a door that''s located on the first floor. No doubt, Iron-eye''s intention is to use his men as a cover for his get-away. "That slippery little whoreson!!" Madeleine swiftly bashed the mercenary''s skull with her kite shield, sending the poor sod down for the count due to the impact. She then faced two of the closest guards in her vicinity. "You two, with me!!" "Yes, Captain!!" One of the guards spoke as he and his partner complied with their superior officer and accompanied her in capturing Iron-eye. The trio of guards is now in pursuit of the Slaver leader, swatting out any adversaries who dared to stop them. Madeleine''s prowess with the sword and shield is exceptional in this part, pushing away the mercenaries with powerful pummel blows. Entering the door where Iron-eye entered, Madeleine and her two guards saw the dwarf himself running away from her and going to a staircase that was leading down. Beside the staircase on both directions are additional two mercenaries who opted to fight the guards off to ensure Iron-eye''s successful escape. The two mercenaries gripped their blades as they dashed forth into the guard trio. Madeleine''s two guards instantly reacted as they met their respective adversaries with their very own swords to take up the mercenaries'' challenge. "Captain, we''ll deal with them, we can''t let that dwarven cur escape!!" One of the guards told Madeleine as he and his mercenary opponent are in a combat stalemate of sword clashing. Madeleine simply nodded in understanding as she left her two faithful guards and went alone downstairs to perform the deed personally of catching Iron-eye. Hopefully, the dwarf has not gone too far. Descending by the stairs, Madeleine eventually found herself deeper until she reached what it seemed to be a huge basement. She deduced that this must be the slave den where Iron-eye would keep his mortal merchandise in his sick business. Madeleine kept on going nonstop forward until she saw something that made her blood boil with intense rage. Numerous individuals of diverse races are seen to be chained and restricted in many cages in Madeleine''s vicinity. Their clothing deprived them of any basic rights, consisted of dirty ragged attires that downgraded them in every way possible. The most notable feature is a metal collar seen in their necks. The collar is engraved with magic runes, and Madeleine''s eyes widened with surprise as she recognized the demeaning accessories that they wore. ''The Collar of Subjugation.'' Madeleine''s anger skyrocket even higher at this mortifying sight. ''A magical collar use to ensure unwavering subjection to the one wearing it. Whenever a slave would defy its master''s orders, he or she would be tormented with unimaginable pain and suffering with the form of agonizing electrocution. Iron-eye is definitely a heartless bastard, and if I had my way, painful death is a fitting punishment for scum like him.'' [+2 CHAOS], [+1 GOOD] The slaves all looked at Madeleine with wary behind their cages. Madeleine understood their fear and asked them calmly. "I am with the city guard and here to arrest your slaver, Iron-eye. Do you know where he is?" Upon hearing Madeleine''s statement, the slaves thankfully had their fears subsided as they breathe a sigh of relief, knowing that they''ll be rescued anytime soon. Despite the slaves'' relieved reaction, they still did not answer the captain''s question as another kind of fear rose up to entangled them like how a spider would trap its prey before devouring them. "I see." Madeleine appeared to recognize the slaves'' predicament quickly. "You can''t answer because Iron-eye ordered you to not reveal his escape route in any way. Tsk, He''s even more cunning than I thought." "I hate to break it up to you, madame, but Iron-eye already most likely made his escape by now." One of the slaves, an old human male, spoke up with a weak voice. "I can''t reveal where he is exactly due to the collar that binds us like animals, but all I know is that the basement here has hidden switches that opened up a secret passage to the outskirts of town. I know this because I overheard some mercenaries talking about it in the past." "Damn it!!" Madeleine clicked her tongue in utter frustration at failing to catch the mastermind in the end. Thankfully, not all is lost since she managed to secure the slaves and rescue them from their grim fate. "At least all of you are safe. I''ll bring down my men here so that we can free you, right after we deal with the mercenaries." Thankfully, the old slave who revealed the information was not subjected to a shocking torment because he technically told Madeleine only about the structure of the basement, and that''s it. Meaning, the collar is not exactly that complex in handing out its punishment unless the slaver or master chose to do so in the form of an order. The guards may not have caught Iron-eye tonight, but at the very least, the slavery operation has put to an indefinite halt here in Flocaster, which is still significant progress in the path to spreading justice in all of Whitemoor. *** "C-commander!!!" The very next day early in the morning, Madeleine herself came barging in at her superior''s office with a flabbergasted look, causing the man himself to wonder what this is all about that caused the usually serious Guard captain to act all riled up like this. "Captain." The commander, a man in his early fifties with black hair, answered. "What''s wrong?" "I-it''s Iron-eye, sir." Madeleine stuttered a bit on her tone, rather unbecoming of her. "Ah, so you have finally caught him, then? That was fast, right after you reported such failure yesterday." The commander responded with intrigue. "No, sir, but it would be best that I show you instead, right at the town square," Madeleine said with a severe expression. When the commander now saw Madeleine''s appearance turned extremely grave, he knew that such matter that she is currently reporting bear no humor and bullshit. He immediately complied with his subordinate''s request and followed her to the town square as they made their way outside of the headquarters, going to Trade Town where the place is located. When both guards arrived at the town square, they also witnessed a huge crowd at their proximity, no doubt here for whatever interesting sight that has in store for them. As the commander saw what the ruckus is actually all about, what greeted him definitely has caught him off-guard, a sight that is not considered pleasant to see, especially in the presence of the children around. It was the decapitated bloodied head of none other than Iron-eye himself stabbed into a pike that''s standing tall right at the very center of the town square. 115 A Dark Offering \u003cFlashback, the night of the slavery incident.\u003e Going back to the point where Iron-eye was making his retreat from the guards, the slaver dwarf himself emerged from inside of his escape route, now finding himself somewhere on the outskirts of town in a forest. This is the area should Iron-eye found himself in a complicated mess like the guards finding of him, and is also where the slaves are transported here as a safe and inconspicuous path for anyone in town to not get suspicious. "That was a fucking close one." Iron-eye breathed a sigh of relief upon knowing that he was able to get away from the lawful authorities of Flocaster. "The Captain and her witless guards won''t be able to reach me here. After all, I have the best hidden locks and switches that money can buy, from the shadowy thieves of Blerton themselves, hehe. That bastard Stephen has cost me a huge amount of fortune and he''ll pay for this atrocity!!" Iron-eye indeed thought of the nobleman Stephen with scorn due to their bad history towards one another. The Walcot has been a thorn on his side for too long with their games of politics and business. If anyone were to benefit from his downfall, then it would be the second son of the Walcot family, no doubt. "I suppose I should make my way to the Black Market, for now, to get a hold of my contracts so I can start another slavery business anew," Iron-eye muttered loudly to himself. "But I got to be careful in transversing myself to these parts. The guards may be witless, but they are by no means incompetent. No doubt, Madeleine has assigned some extra guards as a precaution around the outskirts in case I was able to escape successfully from town." "Guards are the least of your concern right now, scum." A voice instantly made itself known from out of nowhere. Iron-eye''s heart undoubtedly has pumped nervously at a fast rate at hearing such voice that resonated a whole lot of malice in it. It is of no jest that whoever is speaking to the dwarf right now bear no good intentions. "Who goes there!?" Iron-eye quickly summoned his axe from his Inventory and gripped it tightly as he prepared himself for whatever vile actions that this individual has in store for him. The dwarf''s answer came in the form of a mind-agonizing headache that suddenly struck upon him. Although Iron-eye has displayed some resilience in resisting the pain thanks to his decent amount of Willpower, it was simply not enough as he eventually succumbed to it, and fell victim in a certain spell that centered around his illegal trade. The last thing that Iron-eye''s consciousness registered him is an elf walking towards him calmly. *** The plan was actually quite simple: Wait until Iron-eye was away from the prying eyes of the guards to not get any attention from the authorities at whatever dark scheme that Stephen has planned for the dwarf. Months of constant surveillance and subterfuge made all this possible as Iron-eye and his mercenary gang proved to be rather elusive and paranoid, for a good reason in their part. It was only a month ago exactly when Stephen chose to disclose this sensitive information to the guards so he won''t be suspected for whatever plot that he has for Iron-eye alone. Not every information that Stephen knows has been revealed to the guards though, information which included the location of the escape exit thanks to his reliable contacts from his group who worshiped the Demonic God, Choros. Stephen anticipated that Iron-eye will be using this escape tactic to make his successful evade, but with this knowledge that the nobleman possessed, the dwarf''s plan backfired horribly. The issue though is how they are going to catch Iron-eye in the outskirts without catching the attention of the guards patrolling around the area. Stephen very much knew that Madeleine is a cautious Guard Captain who has back-up plans in case her main plans went haywire, anticipating that there will be a significant number of guards who will be in a lookout in case Iron-eye slipped off from their grasp. Not to mention, Madeleine is definitely quite a beauty. The Walcot is sure damn lucky for having her as his fiance. This means that Madeleine loved and trusted him with all her heart. Of course, some secrets should be kept from her, like this unlawful capture of his. The capture, however, was not done by Stephen directly. The honors belonged to his new acquaintance, the elven Arcanist, Gray Allister. Iron-eye is well-known to be a dangerous and brutal combatant who excelled in dual-wielding axes with deadly and quick precision. His blind right eye is not just for show, a testament to the one battle that he survived when he was forced into overwhelming combat with the notorious bandit clan at Oseginia. As a result, precautions are needed to be taken, and one or two men are enough in performing the deed. A squad or platoon might attract unnecessary attention from the roving guards, and Iron-eye proved to be deceptive and quick on his feet when it comes to evading capture. Gray''s \u003cMana Slave\u003e fitted perfectly well in this scenario, where one spell is the answer in apprehending the dwarf without issue. The elf thought how reliable and useful the slavery spell is in many applications, much to his utter glee. When Iron-eye finally woke up from his forced unconsciousness, he was baffled at the darkroom that greeted his sights. His confusion was accentuated even further when he felt the state he was in; bounded and chained into a pike-like pillar with a red magic circle right at the floor. The place gave the vibe of an unholy ritual where he is the subject of whatever transgression that is in store for him. "Ah, awake at last, good." Iron-eye saw his nemesis, Stephen emerging from the darkness in front of him with a triumphant look. The dwarf then gritted his teeth in rage at this indeed. Stephen is not alone, however. He is accompanied by Gray as part of this task of his. "Stephen Walcot, you definitely are the bane of my existence," Iron-eye said the human''s name with unadulterated contempt. "Come to gloat at your victory now, are we? Whatever demonic trickery you are planning, I will not succumb to this madness of a sort!!" "The only demon that I see, is you, Iron-eye." Stephen retained his playful and mocking demeanor. "If you wondering what this ritual is, let''s just say that it''s an offering to my lordship, to be more specific, the God of Chaos himself, Lord Choros." Indeed, Iron-eye was completely caught off guard at this revelation, not expecting the esteemed second son of the Walcot family to be tackled into the affairs that are related to demon worship. Iron-eye always knew that Stephen is constantly up to no good, but this? It was even beyond disbelief, even for the dwarf. "I never expected you to be a demon-worshiping swine." Iron-eye made his comment with a frown. "Well, like they say¡­ expectations can be a cruel bitch." Stephen merely chuckled at the dwarf''s response. "As much as I would love to savor this moment and chat with you all night, my lord is known to be quite impatient and wanted this matter to be settled with as soon as possible." "Just kill me and be done with it." Iron-eye faced with defiance. "What''s the point with all these infernal hogwash?" "Iron-eye." This time, Stephen''s expression turned to a 180, becoming all grim, much to the dwarf''s utter discomfort. "You have committed an unforgivable sin that went against Lord Choros'' sacred covenant¡­ The debauched act of slavery." "Slavery?" Iron-eye was genuinely flabbergasted at this. Obviously, he knew and acknowledge that he indeed committed the act, but another different matter though has caused him the reaction he is feeling right now. "What does it have to concern with Choros? He is a demon god after all, and I doubt such distasteful action of us mortals is what he abhorred. As a matter of fact, he should be commending such unlawful actions." "Heh, a typical non-believer, always assuming too much without even the knowledge." Stephen shook his head in unamusement. "Many people thought of how Choros is an evil God due to his association with the demons. But what many didn''t know is that Choros also represents freedom itself. One to an extent, should not bind themselves with the restricting laws of society, for true chaos is achieved through one''s free will without anyone dictating them whatsoever. Your kind of slavery goes everything against my lordship''s teachings, a cruel state of Order that suppressed everyone''s freedom entirely." "So, you have brought me here because I have defied your God," Iron-eye answered with a grimace. "What are you going to do then? Offer my blood or soul to him? To be granted unimaginable power?" "Power, yes, but not for me," Stephen responded with his arms crossed. ???My new friend here will be doing the deed, all for the glory of Lord Choros." "Me, huh." Gray''s interest was piqued as he eyed the dwarven slaver like a pig that''s readied to be butchered. "Well, I''m not going to say no in torturing this ugly fat rat personally. What exactly am I going to do here?" "Break his will, crush him, let him bend to me." It was a dark voice who came speaking to them, causing Gray and Iron-eye to be alarmed. In Gray''s case, the voice sounded familiar. It''s of no mistake that it''s the same one that spoke to the elf at his slumber during the night of the Stephania''s attempted kidnapping to her. Stephen simply gave respect to the voice by bowing his head in a dignified manner. "Lord Choros, it''s an honor for you to grace us with your chaotic presence." "Yes, Stephen. You have proved to be a worthy and loyal vassal yet again. I''m pleased with your performance." Choros said with approval. "Your words do me great happiness, my lord," Stephen replied with sincerity. "Indeed," Choros said and then turned his great attention to Gray. "Ah, Paragon, a pleasure to be in your presence once more. It appears that you have brought me a great gift today, in the form of a conniving little dwarf." "P-paragon!!??" Both Stephen and Iron-eye were beyond shock upon hearing this new information regarding Gray''s hidden status. "Well, I wouldn''t want to disappoint Stephen, my new friend here." Gray ignored the pair''s surprised looks as he responded nonchalantly to Choros, remaining calm despite being in the presence of a dark deity. "That, and you also promised me to unlock the ring''s full potential." "Yes," Choros answered in agreement. He then started explaining what Gray is supposed to do. "Your task is simple really. I want you to demonstrate how chaotic you can be, inflicting him so much pain and agony that he wished he is dead." "Oh, is that all?" Gray stated with a stoic look. "If that''s the case, then it''s definitely going to be easy. Hopefully, the bastard is resilient and won''t die quickly before experiencing true horror and pain." "I wouldn''t worry about that," Stephen assured the elf. "The magic circle that was performed by a fellow worshiper, a \u003cPriest\u003e, is called the Circle of Unending Existence. The circle revives anyone from the dead quickly with their bodies perfectly intact. The catch is that a person must stay in the circle three seconds after his death for him or her to be revived, just before the soul will permanently depart from the body. As a result, this circle is an efficient way of interrogating prisoners with no worries of death. Combat-wise, it''s rather impractical for it takes time to set-up the circle itself, and it also has a size limit before losing its entire magic efficiency. If you wish to use it in battle, you have to prepare the circle in advance, but the mana cost is quite demanding as what my priest friend said." "I see." Gray nodded in understanding. "This means that the victim will experience a loop of some sort that prevents him from his demise. If we''re done here, I should meet this priest of yours so I can learn about the circle. Might come in handy in the future." "Very well." Stephen agreed. ''Let''s see, how am I going to deal with this dwarf''s torture?'' Gray contemplated on what method of suffering that he is going to perform tonight. ''I could use \u003cSoul Transfusion\u003e, just like the time with the Bandit Boss in Chadena, but I wanted to try something different, something that''s on the more physical side of torment. Hmm¡­ Aha!!'' With a mischievous grin, the elf cast a spell from his arsenal that he learnt from his apprenticeship with Rarsu, something that he has not used back in the Chadena bandit extermination since he wanted to see the full extent of his \u003cMana Slave\u003e spell and how the slave fair efficiently in direct combat. That, and the outcome was already favorable that he didn''t really find the need to use this spell. But for this situation, however, it''s the perfect call and opportunity to test it. "I''m feeling a little lazy, so I''ll let my beloved summons do the bloody deed for me," Gray said while channeling his Mana for this dark venture of his. He pointed his hand to the ground as he uttered the spell name mentally in the Elharis language. When the summoning is finally over, two violet menacing-looking spectral dogs are now seen in their full glory. The dogs vigorously resonated with a magical aura of the same color, ready to fulfill their master''s debased wishes at any time. The dogs themselves are slightly bigger than the size of an average adult German shepherd back at Gray''s original world. "Iron-eye, I would like you to meet my two adorable hounds, Pandora and Meatball," Gray smirked while presenting the pair of hounds. "I''m sure they would love to play with a fun fellow such as yourself." Indeed, the eyes of Iron-eye could only widen with fear at seeing the dogs gnarling fiercely at him with their salivas dripping down from their sharp canine fangs. The \u003cArcane Hounds of Apocalypse\u003e made themselves known to the room, ready to rip the dwarf violently apart with their brute animalistic strength.