ã€ŠAfter Maxing  Out All Job Classesã€‹


 Chapter 1

    Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

    A huge, green-skinned wyvern swept over the pine forest, bringing with it a gust of wind that shook the forest, rattling the trees.

    Robb was sitting under a pine tree, looking up at the bulging belly of the wyvern passing over the treetops. He thought to himself, ¡°Now that I¡¯ve changed my profession to ¡®Sharpshooter¡¯, I can use the skill ¡®Dragon Killing Arrow¡¯. I can shoot it down from the sky with one arrow, then equip it with a skinning knife and use the ¡®Advanced Skinning Skill¡¯. I can obtain the prop ¡®Dragon Skin¡¯ and use the ¡®Advanced Skinning Skill¡¯ to make it into a set of wyvern leather armor. In this way, the Sharpshooter proficiency can increase by 5 points, the skinning skill by 2 points, and the skinning skill by 2 points¡­¡±

    He suddenly raised his hand and slapped himself. ¡°What are you thinking now? You¡¯re full of practice. You don¡¯t need more.¡±

    Robb was eighteen years old and a veteran gamer. A few years ago, he had become obsessed with a large-scale online role-playing game called The Dark Blade, commonly known as the MMO game. The game was set in a Western-style fantasy world of swords and magic. It had an extremely vast seamless world map, plenty of monsters, and plenty of professions. Its game features were ¡°allowing players the freedom to change jobs and work part-time.¡± It was up to you to DIY your beloved game character.

    Robb fell deeply into it as soon as he wasn¡¯t careful. Perhaps it was because he was a Virgo, but he liked to play a game to the point of perfection. He didn¡¯t feel comfortable until he had practiced everything he could. Therefore, not only did he max out the common professions of Warrior, Paladin, Ranger, Thief, Priest¡­ he even maxed out the skills of mining, cutting trees, cooking, skinning, making¡­

    He¡¯d established the largest guild in the server, cleared the most difficult dungeons, single-handedly defeated an Epic Boss, participated in a thousand-man national war¡­

    One day, however, he logged on to the game and suddenly found that there was nothing left to do.

    Everything that needed to be experienced had been experienced!

    The world of sword and magic had lost all attraction he¡¯d felt when he¡¯d first arrived. He¡¯d logged into this game world without even a little excitement.

    Well, this might be the final destination for all gamers.

    He decided to back out of the pit, but the moment he clicked out of the game, he somehow crossed over. Then he arrived in the world he was in now, sitting under a pine tree. And he was in the shape of his own game character. He was blond and handsome, and he was wearing a gold-plated T-shirt, jeans, and skin. He had also inherited all the professional proficiency he had gained in the game.

    He ran into an explorer and asked. This place was called the Land of Encounters. It was also a world of swords and magic, but it was not a game world. It was a real world.

    Well, he didn¡¯t care if its name was real or not. In any case, he was already tired of everything about swords and magic. When he saw a Goblin poking its head out from the side, he didn¡¯t even bother to fight it. If he had encountered a delicate and easy-to-defeat monster like a Goblin before he had fully mastered his profession, he would definitely have rushed up to cut it down and practiced his profession proficiency for a point or two.

    ¡®No need for pursuit! I don¡¯t want to move at all. What do I do?¡¯

    Why didn¡¯t he have the slightest interest in exploring a new world?

    He looked at the sky and slipped into an afternoon nap¡­

    At this moment, voices suddenly sounded in the distance. Three people walked over from the forest.

    At the front was a man in heavy armor, carrying a sword. Behind him was a man in leather armor, carrying a bow. At the back was a woman in a robe, holding a wand. She was good-looking, with delicate features and very hot red hair.

    This was an authentic adventurer team! There were Warriors, Archers, and Mages. Apart from the lack of a Priest, the overall structure was very reasonable.

    Of course, Robb knew that there were only distinct classes in the game. In the real world, a farmer would be a Warrior if he picked up a sword, an Archer if he picked up a bow, and then he would become a Mage if he learned magic. There was no such thing as a class name hanging over his head, and there was no such thing as experience points or levels.

    So in the real world, you couldn¡¯t simply tell what skills someone would use based on how they were dressed. Maybe a man with a staff would pick up a dagger and stab you in the back in the next second. That was how the real world worked.

    The small group seemed cautious. They were careful with every step they took through the forest. When they entered the pine forest and saw Robb sitting under the tree, the three of them were stunned. They watched him warily until they saw that he was unarmed and wearing a strange-looking shirt. He wasn¡¯t dangerous at all. The ¡°Warrior¡± in the lead asked, ¡°Hey! Are you a resident of Westwind? Isn¡¯t it dangerous for you to come here alone?¡±

    Robb wanted to save trouble and did not want to be too long-winded with strangers, so he simply lied casually, ¡°I came into the mountains to pick herbs. Although it¡¯s a little dangerous, wealth comes from danger.¡±

    ¡°So it¡¯s a herb gatherer,¡± the leading ¡°Warrior¡± asked. ¡°You didn¡¯t see a green-skinned wyvern around here? It often attacks caravans. The Westwinds¡¯ elders invited us to get rid of it.¡±

    ¡°Oh? A wyvern?¡± Robb had really seen a wyvern earlier, and had even been thinking of using its skin for leather armor. He pointed in the direction the wyvern had disappeared. ¡°It flew over my head just now and headed this way. It seemed to me that it was flying very slowly and very low, as if it were about to return to its nest. Its nest shouldn¡¯t be far from here.¡±

    The warrior-looking man smiled. ¡°Wonderful. We¡¯ve been looking for it for days, and now we finally have news of the wyvern.¡± He turned back to the Archer and the Mage. ¡°Let¡¯s go! Let¡¯s get rid of it as soon as possible, and we can go back and get our pay.¡±

    The three men nodded at Robb. ¡°Thank you for the information.¡±

    Robb threw up his hands. ¡°You¡¯re welcome!¡±

    The three of them left, but Robb didn¡¯t care. In the past, whenever other players asked him where a certain quest NPC was, he would usually casually point out the NPC¡¯s location and then ignore it. He wasn¡¯t enthusiastic enough to see that every time he was asked for directions, he had to accompany them on a quest.

    He continued to sit under the big pine tree and lazily considered what to do!

    He didn¡¯t want to explore the world anymore. He wasn¡¯t interested, and he didn¡¯t want to take on any more bullshit missions or fight any monsters. He had done these things repeatedly in the game for years until he had maxed out his level and his entire class. He was so tired of it that he wanted to vomit. On second thought, it was ridiculous that he had done stupid things like accepting missions and then fighting ten mission monsters for a few years.

    Better to be lazy than to do such a stupid thing!

    However, it probably wouldn¡¯t make me lazy all the time.

    Meddling in the real world required food, sleep, and clothes. It didn¡¯t seem to allow him to sit under the pine tree and stare into space.

    He stood up slowly, thinking: The first thing I should do is find a human-populated town, right? I have to get food and a place to sleep first.

    Suddenly, in the distance, there was a ferocious roar. It sounded like a wyvern, and then there was a huge explosion. This time it was the sound of fire magic.

    Robb looked in the direction of the sound. A great sheet of fire shot into the sky.

    Then the wyvern he¡¯d seen earlier took to the air, spinning as it flew. A few rapid-fire arrows flew up from the ground, but it dodged them or swatted them down with its wings. Then, with a snarl, it charged the ground again.

    ¡°Oh? So the three of them were fighting the wyvern?¡±

    Robb had seen this kind of thing many times. As he walked through the game, he often saw teams of players fighting wild mini-bosses. He really had no interest in getting involved.

    However, he needed to find a town where humans lived. He needed to find food and a place to live. Instead of searching blindly, he might as well ask the three men.

    The Warrior seemed to have asked him earlier, ¡°Are you a resident of Westwind?¡± From this, he deduced that there was a town called Westwind nearby. He might as well ask them how to get there.

    Robb strode toward where the three men were fighting the wyvern.

 Chapter 2

    Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

    By the time Robb reached the fight, it had been going on for some time.

    Several arrows had been lodged in the wyvern¡¯s body, and there were signs that it had been burned by magic. On the adventurer team¡¯s side, the shield in the leader¡¯s hand had been deformed, as if it had suffered a violent series of impacts. The surface of the shield was uneven, and part of its skirt armor had been torn off. Its thigh was bruised, and blood had already stained its pants.

    The Archer wasn¡¯t in much better shape. There was a deep claw mark on his shoulder.

    The red-haired Mage must have suffered the most. Her shirt had been torn from her back, and he could see three deep claw marks on the snow-white skin of her back. Blood stained her robe, and her face had gone very pale. She looked as if she might fall at any moment, but she could not fall now. If she fell, it would be bad for the team! All she could do now was grit her teeth and hold on, trying to make the wyvern fall before she did.

    ¡®He¡¯s fighting hard!¡¯

    Robb thought: Should I help them get rid of the wyvern?

    If he were to attack, he would only need one move to kill a mid-level demon beast like the wyvern. It would be effortless for him to help with this, but it would easily cause a dispute.

    For example, in the game world, when a high-level player saw another group of low-level players on a quest with a NPC, he would walk over and knock the monster down with one move. When he got the last hit, he would take the loot and rare items would belong to him. (The setting of the game was whoever dealt the last hit, and the battle experience and drop belonged to them.)

    What a rude thing to do!

    Those low-level players fought hard for half a day, but they didn¡¯t get anything. They couldn¡¯t complete the mission either, so they naturally flew into a rage out of humiliation. They scolded the person who stole their loots, ¡°What the f*ck are you stealing?¡± Then, they used the small loudspeaker to scroll through the world channel and chased after the other party for an entire hour.

    Of course, in the real world, there would not be any problem of snatching the monster¡¯s experience points and the items. There was no need to worry about this. However, if he rashly attacked someone else¡¯s prey, it would easily cause a misunderstanding. What if the Adventurers Guild in this world had some strange rules and the ownership of the monster belonged to whoever killed it?

    Robb controlled his hand and simply asked, ¡°Excuse me, gentlemen, but how do we get to the nearest town from here?¡±

    The three of them didn¡¯t have time to answer his question. The Warrior held his sword and shield in one hand and stared at the wyvern¡¯s every move. The Mage was preparing her spell. Only the Archer turned his head and said quickly, ¡°Not now. Stand further away and don¡¯t get involved.¡±

    Robb shrugged. ¡°Well, you guys do seem busy. I¡¯ll hold off.¡±

    ¡°Loki, god of fire, please listen to my plea¡­¡± the red-haired Mage chanted, despite the pain in her back. The wyvern was a creature of some wisdom. As soon as it heard the chant, it roared and charged towards her.

    The Warrior quickly raised his crooked shield and blocked in front of her.

    The Warrior was sent flying, shield and all.

    ¡°¡­ temporarily lend me the power of fire¡­ Fire Explosion!¡± The Mage finally completed her spell. A fireball flew from the tip of her staff and slammed into the wyvern¡¯s wings. There was a loud boom as the fireball exploded. A large amount of fire magic struck the wyvern.

    The wyvern hissed in pain, but it didn¡¯t go down. It raised its other wing and swept it. The red-haired Mage took a heavy bite from it and flew sideways with a cry.

    Unlike a Warrior, she did not have a shield and armor to protect her body. The blow had taken a little too much. Robb could even hear her shoulder and arm break.

    The Mage fell with a thud right in front of Robb. She spat out a mouthful of blood and could not get up again.

    The Warrior yelled, ¡°Kik, check on Snow Dew¡­¡±

    It turned out that the archer¡¯s name was Kik. He shot three arrows in quick succession, forcing the wyvern into the air again. Then he jumped to the Mage¡¯s side. He wouldn¡¯t have known if he hadn¡¯t seen it, but he was shocked when he did. The Mage¡¯s entire left arm was twisted and deformed. It seemed to be broken so badly that it was practically useless.

    He couldn¡¯t help himself. ¡°Oh my God! Snow is too badly hurt to fight. We need to pull back and get her a Healer. Otherwise, this arm of hers is finished.¡±

    ¡°Damn it! The commission has to be given up.¡±

    ¡°Be careful of that wyvern¡­¡±

    They were still talking when the wyvern came at them again. The Warrior rushed to take their place, and the Archer nock their arrows. There was no time to worry about them. Without the Mage¡¯s fire support, it was harder for the two of them to fight the wyvern. They were already thinking about how to retreat as they fought.

    At that moment, Robb, who had been watching from the side, squatted down next to Snow Dew. ¡°Miss, I don¡¯t usually get involved in other people¡¯s fights so that I don¡¯t get spat on. But you¡¯re seriously injured now. Out of basic MMO gaming etiquette, I think I should help heal you. You don¡¯t mind, do you?¡±

    ¡°What ¡­ what MMO game etiquette ¡­ what heals?¡± said Snow Dew, who had no idea what Robb was talking about.

    Robb said, ¡°Well, I mean, I¡¯m going to use a healing spell on you ¡­ is that okay?¡±

    Snow nodded with difficulty. ¡°If you would ¡­ then ¡­ thank you very much ¡­¡±

    Blood was still pouring from the corner of her mouth. Even speaking had become difficult, and she was in desperate need of treatment. However, she was suspicious of what Robb had just said. The man in front of her was wearing a strange shirt, and he had just claimed to have come into the mountains to gather herbs. He did not look like a Healer at all from head to toe. Did he really know any healing techniques?

    One had to know that healing could only be used by Clergy who were loyal to Balder, the God of Light. The man in front of him didn¡¯t look like a clergyman at all.

    Even as she thought this, she saw Robb raise his hand, and a soft and holy light enveloped her. Warmth spread through her body. There was no mistaking it. It was the magic of the sacred element¡ªhealing.

    The wounds on her body began to heal at a speed visible to the naked eye. Her broken and deformed arm quickly recovered to its original state. Even the three claw marks on her back disappeared without a trace and returned to her snow-white and tender back muscles.

    The pain in her body instantly disappeared. Snow sat up from the ground and looked at Robb in surprise. ¡°You¡­ actually know healing spells?¡±

    Robb spread his hands. ¡°A little, as it happens.¡±

    Snow said, ¡°My God! You¡¯re a Clergy. I didn¡¯t realize that earlier. Ah, I¡¯m sorry. That was rude of me. I should thank you first for your help. If you hadn¡¯t been there, I might have died.¡±

    Robb said, ¡°Don¡¯t just talk to me. Look at your two companions. They¡¯re in a sorry state without your magic support.¡±

 Chapter 3

    Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

    ¡°Aye?¡± Snow Dew turned to look. Sure enough, the wyvern was attacking the Warrior and the Archer. The Warrior was sent flying again, his back slamming into a large tree. Fortunately, Warrior-class were usually thick-skinned and durable. He shook his head and climbed back to his feet. ¡°Kik,¡± he shouted, ¡°take the wounded Snow Dew and leave¡­ I¡¯ll hold this damned wyvern¡­¡±

    The Archer named Kik said, ¡°You¡¯ll die this way!¡±

    The Warrior said loudly, ¡°I can get away. Probably.¡±

    At that moment, a familiar voice sounded in the ears of the Warrior and Archer. ¡°Gorda, Kik, keep fighting! My wounds are healed.¡±

    ¡°Eh?¡± The Warrior named Gorda and the Archer named Kiek turned at the same time and glanced at Snow. Both of them were stunned to see her standing alive and kicking, her left hand intact, as if the serious injury had never happened.

    This slight distraction almost killed them. The wyvern swooped down with a cry. Fortunately, Snow Dew threw a fireball in time to force the wyvern back, saving them both.

    Snow Dew yelled, ¡°Stop gawking and fight. This gentleman healed me. He¡¯s a Clergy.¡±

    ¡°Aye? Aye, aye? There¡¯s a Clergy?¡± The two men were delighted, and Gorda shouted as he raised his shield to block the wyvern¡¯s next lunge. ¡°That¡¯s wonderful, Reverend. Thank you for healing Snow Dew. Will you join us to deal with this wyvern? We¡¯ll divide the reward into four portions afterward, and we¡¯ll give you one as well.¡±

    Now that they had invited him to join them, Robb had no more qualms. At last, he could strike with confidence. He waved his right hand, and a soft light enveloped Gorda, who immediately felt that the wound in his leg was no longer painful. The internal injury caused by the wyvern¡¯s impact had also healed in an instant, and he felt energized. He thought to himself: This is indeed a genuine Clergy. What a powerful healing spell. It feels like his healing magic is quite abundant.

    With such a powerful Clergy supporting him, there was no need to be afraid of a mere wyvern. When the wyvern swooped down again, Gorda roared and thrust his shield forward with his left hand. BANG! This time he easily blocked the wyvern¡¯s impact, and the sword in his right hand counterattacked, stabbing the wyvern in the belly.

    ¡°Ha-ha,¡± Gorda roared. ¡°Kik, Snow Dew, attack! I¡¯ll focus on protecting the Clergy. We can wear this wyvern down as long as we can.¡±

    ¡°Okay!¡± Kik¡¯s shoulder wound was also surrounded by a holy light and instantly healed. He was overjoyed and quickly drew his bow to release the arrows. Two powerful arrows accurately shot into the wyvern¡¯s eyes, causing it to hiss in pain.

    Once again, Snow Dew chanted her magic. ¡°Loki, god of fire, hear my plea and lend me the power of fire for now¡­ Fly, bird of fire!¡± A firebird flew from the tip of her wand, streaked across the sky, and struck the wyvern in the chest¡­

    The three of them fought with gusto. With the Clergy, they felt secure and happy.

    But Robb was not happy. The attack power of these three was appalling. They attacked the wyvern with their swords and fireballs and arrows, beating it for several rounds, but it was fine and still alive. At the rate they were fighting, how long would it take?

    Your people aren¡¯t tired, but as a spectator, I¡¯m exhausted. My heart is tired!

    Besides, isn¡¯t this kind of blind attack, trying to wear down the wyvern, very stupid? The wyvern looks like it can¡¯t last any longer. Wouldn¡¯t it abandon its nest and escape? If it flies into the sky, what are you three going to do? Do you really think that the wyvern doesn¡¯t have any intelligence at all?!

    Robb shook his head and suddenly reached out to pull Gorda to the side like an old hen protecting a chick. Then he took a step forward and stood in front of her. ¡°Move. I¡¯ll handle this wyvern.¡±

    ¡®Eh?¡¯ Gorda was shocked. ¡®Clergy, sir! Don¡¯t step up. If you fall, we can¡¯t fight this wyvern.¡¯

    The Archer, Kike, and the Mage, Snow, were also startled. They both rushed forward, both wanting to come in front of Robb. It was probably the instinctive reaction of any DPS class.

    Protect the nanny!

    Robb shook his head, then raised a hand high, palm toward the sky¡­

    At this moment, the wyvern had already pounced on him ferociously. Its claws carried a sharp wind. If this claw landed, the Clergy without armor would probably be torn in half on the spot.

    ¡°Danger!¡±

    The three behind shouted in unison and snatched forward.

    At that moment, Robb¡¯s hand slammed down. ¡°A radius of twenty yards. Divine New Star Technique!¡±

    (PS: Code is a British length unit. One yard equals 0.9144 meters. It is widely used in various Western fantasy games as a measure of the range of skills.)

    Holy Nova was a Holy-type high level spell that could only be used by high level Holy-type classes. It could recover the HP of all teammates on a large scale and deal damage to enemies within range.

    They saw a golden sphere spread out in all directions with Robb¡¯s palm as the center. It covered an area of twenty yards in an instant. Gorda, Kik, and Snow were bathed in golden light at the same time. The sanctuary of the Light felt comforting and reassuring to them.

    However, the wyvern didn¡¯t feel so comfortable. It felt a powerful wave of holy magic hit it head-on. Its power was much more terrifying than the fire explosion and firebird spells thrown by the female Mage just now. It instantly defeated the wyvern¡¯s magic resistance.

    It gave a sharp hiss and plunged straight down out of the sky, kicking up a cloud of dust.

    The three of them¡ªGorda, Kik, and Snow¡ªwere so stunned that they momentarily forgot to speak.

    After a long time, when the dust settled, Snow Dew cried out, ¡°Oh my God! The wyvern is dead. It¡¯s dead¡­ One hit! And it used the Divine New Star Technique. Oh my God.¡±

    ¡°My God, what kind of magic is Holy New Star?¡± Gorda exclaimed. ¡°As far as I know, Holy New Star is weak because of its wide range and its scattered holy magic. It can usually only be used against very weak, low-level monsters, or to disperse undead creatures. How is it that your Holy New Star can bring down a wyvern with one blow?¡±

    Of course, Robb could not say that he had already maxed out the proficiency of all the Holy professions. Even the top of the Holy profession, the ¡°Pope¡±, had been maxed out. Back then, in order to max out the proficiency of the ¡°Pope¡±, he had spent a full two months farming Holy Nova among the monsters like a robot. How could it not be powerful?

    He could only throw up his hands. ¡°Maybe I¡¯m religious.¡±

 Chapter 4

    Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

    In the game world, the power of magic mainly depended on the player¡¯s level, equipment, and professional proficiency.

    In the real world, the power of magic came mainly from faith, cultivation, and meditation. The more devout a person was to the God of Light, the faster they cultivated holy magic, and the more powerful the magic became.

    Robb had just killed the wyvern with a Holy Nova. That was enough to show that his divine magic was extremely powerful. Of course, he had to be a very pious Clergy.

    The three adventurers couldn¡¯t help but be in awe, especially the red-haired Mage, Snow. She sighed. ¡°My God! Your devotion to the God of Light really amazes me. I¡¯ve never seen a Clergy more powerful than you. Your Holy Nova is actually more powerful than my fire bird¡­ I¡¯m beginning to wonder if I have the talent of a Mage¡­¡±

    This was indeed quite awkward, Robb thought to himself. In our game, Mages whose output was not even as high as Clergies would be kicked out of the team, did you know that? Well! Forget it, low-level Mages could not be compared to Pope-level Clergies.

    He pointed at the wyvern¡¯s body. ¡°What are you going to do with this thing?¡±

    After he had defeated the wyvern, he had almost run over out of habit to ¡°touch the corpse.¡± Suddenly, he remembered that this was a real world, not a game. There was only such a thing as touching the corpse after fighting a monster in the game. In the real world, you could not touch such a monster.

    Something as stupid as taking a few silver coins from an animal could only happen in games. The magical beasts in the real world did not have the habit of running around with money.

    In addition, it was impossible to find anything like ¡°pork¡± or ¡°rabbit fur¡± on a monster. If you wanted these things, you could only take a butcher knife and slowly dissect them like a butcher. It was very annoying.

    However, the wyvern¡¯s skin seemed to be able to be peeled off with the Skinning Skill¡­ 2 points of Skinning Skill Proficiency. Ah, no, I was already full.

    With that in mind, he gave up on getting rid of the wyvern¡¯s carcass. He¡¯d leave it to the natives.

    After he pointed at the wyvern¡¯s corpse, the three adventurers remembered to get down to business. They had been so shocked by the Holy Nova that they had forgotten the purpose of their trip. The three of them looked at the wyvern¡¯s corpse and couldn¡¯t help but cheer. ¡°Haha, we¡¯ve finally defeated it! We can take it back and exchange it for a reward from the mayor.¡±

    Gorda turned to the Archer and instructed, ¡°Kik, go and skin the wyvern. You can sell it for a pretty penny if you take it back.¡± He actually turned to Robb and smiled. ¡°Of course, there will be a share of the bounty and the money from the sale of the hide.¡±

    Robb thought to himself: This man knows how to conduct himself. No wonder he can be the captain of this team.

    Gorda asked, ¡°What¡¯s your name, Reverend?¡±

    Robb thought: I look like a character in the game now, so I might as well give my name in the game. I won¡¯t be able to use my Eastern name when I live in this world in the future, so I might as well use my in-game ID. So he said: ¡°My name is Vishmo Namor, and I¡¯m a Clergy.¡±

    ¡°Oh, what a long name,¡± said Gerda. ¡°Then we¡¯ll call you Vishmo from now on.¡±

    Robb shrugged. ¡°Uh, never mind. The name looks okay in the game. I don¡¯t know why it feels weird when you call me that. You guys should call me Robert.¡±

    At this moment, Kik was taking out a skinning knife and squatting beside it to skin the wyvern. As he did so, he turned his head and asked, ¡°Mr. Clergy¡­ Oh! Robert, you seemed to have come to ask us for directions?¡±

    ¡°Well, yes,¡± Robb said. ¡°I wanted to ask how to get to the nearest town from here.¡±

    ¡°Aren¡¯t you from around here? You don¡¯t look familiar at all.¡±

    ¡°Not really,¡± Robb lied casually. ¡°I¡¯m from the far east, and I¡¯ve come a long, long way. I¡¯m tired of living a life of wandering and adventure. Now all I want is to find a human town and settle down properly. I don¡¯t have to run around anymore.¡±

    ¡°Oh, that¡¯s a shame,¡± Gorda said. ¡°Our party just happened to be short of a Clergy, and we wanted to invite you to join us. As it turned out, you were so powerful, you didn¡¯t seem to fit into a small party like ours. And you were tired of taking risks, which is a shame.¡±

    The red-haired Mage, Snow Dew, chimed in. ¡°Robert, if you want to go to the nearest town, you¡¯ll have to join us for the time being. We¡¯ll go down to Westwind, at the foot of the mountain, and we¡¯ll report this wyvern to the mayor there. In exchange for a handsome reward, we¡¯ll sell the hide. You¡¯ll have a share of that, too. It¡¯s better if you join us until you get paid.¡±

    ¡°Alright, let¡¯s go together.¡± Robb didn¡¯t have much to pursue in the first place. He just wanted to mess around. It didn¡¯t matter where he went. As for the reward, he was a little interested. Money was extremely useful in the game and in the real world, and he didn¡¯t have a single cent now.

    Kik peeled off the wyvern¡¯s hide, rolled it up, and put it on Gorda¡¯s shoulder. The wyvern¡¯s hide was very thick and heavy, rolled up in a big roll, like a thick quilt. Gorda carried it without much effort. He smiled. ¡°Robert, Kik, Snow Dew! Come on! Let¡¯s go down the mountain.¡±

    Robb followed the trio, plodding along.

    Snow seemed interested in him. Within two steps, she was at Robb¡¯s side. ¡°Robert, thank you for helping us today. Without you, we¡¯d be in deep trouble today. Especially me. There¡¯s a good chance I¡¯d have died. You could say you saved my life.¡±

    Robb spread his hands and shrugged. ¡°Why didn¡¯t you bring any milk? There are only T¡¯s and D¡¯s here to kill the small boss?¡±

    After saying that, he saw that Snow was dumbfounded. Her beautiful face had an expression that said, ¡°I can understand every word you say, but I don¡¯t know what it means when they¡¯re used together.¡±

    Robb had to change his habit of speaking. He sighed. ¡°Did you come out to destroy the monsters without bringing a Clergy?¡±

    Snow smiled awkwardly. Gorda turned around in the front and said awkwardly, ¡°We misjudged this wyvern¡¯s strength¡­ ahem¡­ we thought it was a very ordinary wyvern. We had enough to handle it. We didn¡¯t expect it to be considered elite among wyverns. In the end, we fell into such a bitter battle and almost lost all our lives. I¡¯ve embarrassed myself.¡±

    ¡°Oh!¡± Robb muttered to himself. So this dragon is considered elite? It seems that the monsters in this world are even weaker than the ones in the ¡°Black Blade¡± I played. I can¡¯t deal with the elite monsters in there with a Holy Nova. I have to at least change to a proper output class and use real offensive magic to defeat them in one blow.

 Chapter 5

    Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

    I¡¯ll give everyone a map of the world. The phone view map might be a little small, but it¡¯ll be clearer on the computer. In addition, there¡¯s a source map in the reader group file. A friendly reminder that Westwind can be found in the bottom left corner of the map.

    On the way, Snow kept talking to Robb. Like all Mages, she was curious about everything in the world. Of course, she was extremely interested in Robb, the ¡°mysterious¡± Clergy. She asked him a lot of random questions, such as where his hometown was, how long he had been practicing holy magic, where he had been, what he had seen, and so on. She could barely stop opening her mouth.

    Still, Robb could not say. The world was still a blind place to him, and he knew nothing of it. He said nothing, but remained silent, only answering occasionally.

    If it were an ordinary person, they would probably be so angry that they would ignore her. However, he had just displayed an extremely powerful side. A powerful man who is stingy with his words was called ¡°steady¡± and ¡°mature¡±. Girls would not hate this type of man. Instead, they would look at him with admiration¡­

    So she kept talking, and Robb, in turn, learned more about the world from her words.

    This world was called the Land of Encounters. There were three huge countries on the continent. They were Noma, a country of knights in the northwest; Gran, a magical kingdom in the southwest; and Tang, a kingdom of rabbit people in the Eastern Land. On the border between the three big countries, there were many small countries the size of sesame green beans. That was not worth mentioning.

    The mountain range they were now in was called the Black Pine Mountains, and it belonged to the Magic Kingdom of Gran. It was located to the northwest of the capital of Gran, the Holy Capital. The mountains covered a vast area, and to the east of the mountains was a vast plain. The Holy Capital sat on the plain, and to the west of the mountains was a savage place where monsters ran rampant, with only a few Borderhammer towns.

    The Westwind town they were going to now was on the west side of the mountains, a place of monsters.

    The four of them walked down the hill. They could often see Goblins poking their heads around the side of the road. They also saw a lone Ogre who looked at them from a distance. Seeing that there were four of them, the Ogre didn¡¯t dare approach¡­

    It wasn¡¯t until the sun had set, and the sky was beginning to darken that Westwind was finally in sight.

    It was a small town built against the side of the Black Pine Mountains. The town was all stone buildings, all square and unappealing. It was getting dark now, and lights were coming on all over the town. There were militias on the town walls, keeping watch. Torches were lit at intervals along the walls, illuminating the area for a few yards beyond the town walls.

    Robb saw that a couple of mines were open at the side of the town, and there were a couple of ore carts leaning to one side of the entrance. It looked as if this was a town made for mining, but he wondered what kind of ore it produced.

    He could feel his mining and forging skills stirring again. He had to warn himself again. ¡®You¡¯re full of practice. You have no interest in mining and forging now.¡¯

    The four of them walked to the front of the town. The guard at the town gate immediately cheered when he saw Gorda and the wyvern skin on his shoulder. ¡°Ah, Mr. Gorda is back and carrying the skin of a wyvern! My God! They did it.¡±

    Several guards closed in on them. Someone burst into town, shouting as he ran. ¡°Mr. Gorda is back. They¡¯ve taken out the damned wyvern. Cheers, everyone.¡±

    The doors of many houses in the town were opening, and people were running out of them. There were men and women, young and old, and they were all gathering around the city gate. Soon there were hundreds of people.

    Gorda laid the wyvern¡¯s hide to the ground and planted a foot on it.

    The onlookers began to discuss at once. ¡°I recognize that mark on the back. It¡¯s that wyvern. There¡¯s no mistake. It must be it.¡±

    ¡°Great, this guy ate one of my cows!¡±

    ¡°My son was killed by it. Now it¡¯s finally paying with its life. Boohoo¡­ it¡¯s finally paying with its life¡­¡±

    ¡°Mr. Gorda is amazing. We didn¡¯t raise money for nothing.¡±

    As the townspeople talked among themselves, a middle-aged man of medium height, well-dressed, and square-jawed approached them. The townspeople bowed to him. It seemed that this was the mayor. He pushed his way through the townspeople and knelt down in front of Gorda. He looked closely at the wyvern hide on the ground. After a long moment, he must have determined that it was indeed the hide of the wyvern he had commissioned to be removed. He looked up. ¡°Oh, brave adventurers, thank you so much. This wyvern has caused great distress to our village. Now that it has finally been brought down by you, we should be able to live in peace for a long time. We have had adventurers deal with it twice and failed. Mr. Gorda is still the best.¡±

    Gorda chuckled and said awkwardly, ¡°It wasn¡¯t my doing. I didn¡¯t expect the wyvern to be so strong. I almost failed, too. Fortunately, there was this¡ªMr. Robert. He was the one who helped us bring the wyvern down. He was so powerful that he took it down with only one spell.¡±

    With that, he attracted everyone¡¯s attention to Robb.

    ¡°Wow, that¡¯s amazing!¡±

    ¡°One spell to bring down a wyvern?¡±

    ¡°My God! I¡¯ve seen that wyvern take down a lot of strong soldiers.¡±

    ¡°This Mr. Robert is too impressive¡­¡±

    ¡°He¡¯s actually better than Mr. Gorda?¡±

    At the gasps of the audience, Gorda added fuel to the fire. ¡°His name is Robert, and he¡¯s a Clergy. I saw him use a Holy Nova spell to not only heal my companions and me, but to kill the wyvern at the same time. That was impressive. I¡¯d say he¡¯s the most devout Clergy I¡¯ve ever met to the God of Light.¡±

    ¡°What? He killed the wyvern with a single blow using just the Holy Nova?¡± The mayor was confused. The ordinary townspeople weren¡¯t quite sure of the difference between the types of magic and their power, but the mayor was knowledgeable. He also knew that although the Holy Nova could heal its companions and hurt its enemies at the same time, its power was terrible.

    Strictly speaking, most of the holy magic was restorative, and there weren¡¯t many spells that were truly lethal. How devout did he have to be in order to take down a wyvern with a spell like Holy Nova? How much divine power had the God of Light lent him?

    The mayor quickly gave Robb a very formal bow. ¡°Esteemed messenger of the God of Light, Mr. Robert. Allow me to welcome you on behalf of Westwind. Your presence is a great honor to all Westwinds.¡±

    Robb threw up his hands. ¡°Well, well! I just wanted to ask ¡­ when¡¯s dinner? I¡¯m starving.¡±

 Chapter 6

    Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

    ¡°Dinner?¡± The mayor was stunned for two seconds before he immediately smiled. ¡°Aiyo, look at me. You must be exhausted after trudging through the mountains and fighting a bitter battle with the wyvern. Of course, you have to have a good meal first. I¡¯m still talking nonsense here. How silly. Please follow me.¡±

    He turned and led the way. Robb, Gorda, Kik, and Snow Dew followed. There were townspeople on either side of them. They swarmed around the four of them until they reached the mayor¡¯s house. Without entering the house, the group set up torches in the middle of the yard and set up many tables. Then large quantities of food were brought out and quickly arranged into a feast.

    Everyone was happy that the team had succeeded. The people of these Western Borderhammer towns were quite simple. When they were happy, they would dance. There were actually many men and women singing and dancing at the dining table. There was laughter everywhere. A few young people even held hands beside Robb¡¯s table and danced around it¡­

    Robb was actually a little hungry. He picked up a roasted leg of lamb and took a bite. Instantly he felt his ¡°brain tremble.¡± Fuck! What am I eating? What kind of weird texture is this? What kind of bullshit leg-roasting technique is this? Even the worst roast mutton shop he had ever eaten could not make something this bad.

    ¡®Well, forget it. I¡¯m hungry anyway. I¡¯ll just make do with what I have.¡¯

    As he ate, he thought, ¡®This is food provided by the mayor. If it¡¯s food made by ordinary people in the future, it¡¯ll probably taste even worse. If I live here, I¡¯ll probably have to cook by myself. Fortunately, I¡¯m at the maximum level of proficiency in all professions. Of course, my chef skills are also full. It¡¯s not difficult to cook. As long as I prepare the ingredients first, I can synthesize food with skill.¡¯

    The mayor took out a pocket and placed it on the table.

    Gorda quickly opened the pouch. It was full of silver coins. Robb didn¡¯t bother to count them, but he could tell there were three or four hundred of them. It must be quite a lot of money. Another merchant came over and set down a pile of silver coins on the table. ¡°Mr. Gorda,¡± he said with a smile, ¡°you can sell me that wyvern skin if you have no use for it.¡±

    Godard laughed and lightly punched the merchant. ¡°You¡¯re a sly one. You could buy it from me here for only two hundred silver coins. In the Capital of the Holy City, you might not be able to buy such fine wyvern hides for five hundred.¡±

    The merchant chuckled and said, ¡°What I earn is hard-earned money. Bringing it to Holy Capital from here will be quite risky. There are countless monsters and checkpoints along the way. If you were to carry it all the way to the Capital yourself, it would take a lot of effort.¡±

    ¡°Well, you can have it, then.¡± Gorda accepted the merchant¡¯s money with a smile, mixing it with the payment from the mayor. Then, instead of counting it one silver at a time, he plucked at it with his hand and divided it into four piles, one of which was larger and the other three smaller.

    He laughed. ¡°Come, come, one for each of you. Take it! Mr. Robert, this pile of money is yours.¡±

    He pushed what looked like the biggest pile of money toward Robb.

    Robb thought a little more highly of Gorda. The man was really quite sensible. He had basically killed the wyvern all by himself. It was only natural that he should take the big share, although Robb didn¡¯t mind the small amount of money. With his ability, if he really wanted to make money, he could kill all sorts of dragons in minutes. The commission was out of the question. He would have to make a fortune selling dragon skins alone¡­

    It didn¡¯t matter how much or how little he got out of the money, but he liked seeing the way Gorda split it. It was the sort of thing a mature captain, or a sensible man, should take into account.

    Robb needed money to survive in this world, so he unceremoniously threw the silver coins into the pockets of his jeans. The pockets on both sides and the one behind his butt were bulging and looked strange. However, the T-shirt and jeans he was wearing were quite strange in this world, so no one cared about the bags of money.

    The mayor said, ¡°Thank you again for your help to Westwind Town!¡±

    Gorda laughed out loud. ¡°Well, well. Next time you want to get rid of some monster, come find me.¡± Then he thought of something and smiled at the mayor. ¡°But I may not be needed in this town of yours.¡±

    The mayor was curious. ¡°Why?¡±

    Gorda pointed at Robb. ¡°Mr. Robert said he¡¯d come a long, long way. He was tired and didn¡¯t want to go any further. He wanted to find the nearest town to live in. That¡¯s why he followed us to Westwind. I think he¡¯ll probably stay here. Then it won¡¯t be our turn to get rid of any monsters in this town. Haha!¡±

    Hearing this, the mayor was overjoyed. He turned to look at Robb. ¡°Dear Mr. Robert, are you looking for a place to live?¡±

    ¡°Yeah!¡± Robb said. ¡°I¡¯m tired of the hustle. These monsters and quests mean nothing to me anymore. All I want now is a quiet AFK¡ª¡±

    At this point, he realized that everyone at the table was dumbfounded. He coughed dryly and corrected himself. ¡°I¡¯ve traveled too much and too far. I¡¯m already exhausted. Now, I just want to find a place with green mountains and clear waters, away from the hustle and bustle of the mortal world, and spend a few years in peace.¡±

    Now everyone at the table understood!

    The mayor¡¯s thoughts raced. This Mr. Robert seemed very powerful. As long as he kept him in town, he would have to protect his home when the town was attacked by monsters in the future. Then the townspeople would be much safer, and he wouldn¡¯t have to hire adventurers often.

    He couldn¡¯t help but be overjoyed. ¡°That¡¯s great. Why not stay in Westwind Town then. This place is filled with greenery¡­¡±

    Robb spat, ¡°Green hills and rivers? There are obviously several mines at the mouth of the town. Mining causes pollution.¡±

    The mayor said, ¡°Uh¡­¡±

    This was awkward. He hurried on. ¡°We¡¯re far from the hustle and bustle here. It¡¯s very peaceful and suitable for settlement.¡±

    Robb continued, ¡°There are clearly monsters that often come to cause trouble. Otherwise, why would you raise money to hire adventurers? Such skilled adventurers that it hurts.¡±

    The mayor said, ¡°Uh¡­¡±

    Robb suddenly realized that he had no intention of learning how to complain about a hidden profession. It felt so good to complain about others, and he liked to see others speechless.

    The mayor was so insulted that he had no choice but to use his trump card. He quickly said, ¡°Mr. Robert, there is a small church in this town, but the Clergy in the church went to the City and never came back. Now the church is empty and empty. It just so happens that you are also an oracle of the God of Light. It would be best if you could manage the church. What do you think?

    ¡®Yo!¡¯ thought Robb. The mayor doesn¡¯t want to waste time with you and throws a real estate deal at you. Well, I really have to jump this pit. To live a comfortable life, eat, wear, and live, these three conditions are indispensable. Now the accommodation is directly settled. Comrade Mayor, you¡¯re very driven.

    He spread his hands at the mayor. ¡°Fine. Then I¡¯ll stay here for the time being.¡±

    [Robb gains a church]

 Chapter 7

    Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

    It was late after dinner, so it wouldn¡¯t be convenient to look at his real estate that day.

    The mayor had arranged for Robb to rest in his house with Gorda and the others, but Gorda was snoring so loudly that he could not sleep in the same room. Robb could only get up and go to the mayor¡¯s backyard and sit on a stone bench in the yard.

    A figure sidled closer. It was the red-haired Mage, Snow Dew. She sat grinning on another stone bench beside Robb and cocked her head at him.

    ¡°What? Do I have something on my face?¡± Robb said.

    ¡°You give off a mysterious vibe,¡± said Snow. ¡°Gorda and Kik didn¡¯t say, but they probably feel the same way I do. You were a big shot once, right?¡±

    ¡°Eh?¡± said Robert. ¡°Why do you say that?¡±

    ¡°First, of course, it¡¯s because of your strength. Your magic is so powerful that you don¡¯t even need to chant. You can do it just by lifting your hand. My God, I suspect you carry a divine artifact that can omit spell time! A Clergy as powerful as you either holds a high position in the Light Church or once did. You can¡¯t just be a nameless little priest. Coupled with your attitude¡­¡± She paused, as if forming her words.

    After a few seconds, he continued, ¡°There¡¯s something steady about you. When you walk with us, you unconsciously embody the feeling of a big shot taking a few of his men out. It¡¯s subtle.¡±

    ¡°Eh? Is it?¡± Robb thought about it carefully. Perhaps there was. Anyone who went out to kill monsters with a full-level account and a few low-level accounts would inevitably feel like an old man leading a new person. He might have unknowingly shown this feeling. This was not good. He had to restrain himself as much as possible so that he would not find himself a small loudspeaker¡­ Eh? No, no one in this world would use a small loudspeaker to flood the screen and scold people.

    In a low voice, Snow asked, ¡°Are you a high priest? A high priest? A cardinal? An oracle? Or¡­ a cardinal? Oh, it¡¯s impossible to have a cardinal as young as you, but I think it¡¯s quite possible that you¡¯ve held those other positions before. You must be or were once a big shot in the Light Church.¡±

    Robb thought: Just one more Pope and you¡¯ve listed all the upper professions in the Holy class department. But you didn¡¯t get it wrong. I¡¯ve maxed out all these professions.

    Although he was only thinking about it in his head and didn¡¯t answer, the expression on his face gave him away.

    Snow couldn¡¯t help but stiffen. She lowered her voice and exclaimed, ¡°My God, are you really such a big shot? I felt that you weren¡¯t an ordinary person. I didn¡¯t expect you to be so powerful.¡±

    Robb said, ¡°Well, you know my secret now. I may have to kill someone to keep it quiet.¡±

    Snow was visibly shocked. In an instant she paled, and she began to tremble.

    Robb did not expect a joke to scare the girl. He quickly said, ¡°Hey, I was joking.¡±

    Snow heaved a huge sigh of relief. ¡°Don¡¯t make jokes like that. You¡¯re so good at it, I almost jumped back and threw fireballs at you.¡±

    She was still a little afraid. She carefully watched Robb¡¯s face and saw that his gaze was gentle. This time, she was really relieved. She said in a low voice, ¡°Why did a big shot like you come to a town like Borderhammer? Is there some secret mission? Or¡­? Could it be that you¡¯re being ostracized and even being hunted? I¡¯ve heard of such a plot. Some big shot offended another big shot and was chased by an army. He had no choice but to hide his identity and live in Borderhammer.¡±

    ¡°You have a very vivid imagination,¡± Robb said. ¡°I simply ran out of pursuits and wanted to be lazy.¡±

    This sentence of laziness shocked Snow again. She said in a low voice, ¡°Sloth is one of the Seven Deadly Sins! If ordinary people accidentally commit the sin, they have to repent. A big shot like you can never talk about laziness. It will be a very bad example. If you are imitated by the believers of the Holy Church, things will be bad¡­ I seem to finally understand why you were ostracized by the Holy Church.¡±

    Robb thought: You¡¯re a fun girl. Forget it, I can¡¯t be bothered to explain. Just treat it as being ostracized because of the Seven Deadly Sins.

    He didn¡¯t want to dwell on that. ¡°Are you leaving tomorrow?¡± he asked instead.

    Snow nodded. ¡°Yes. Gorda has taken on another commission. In the Birch Forest, to the southwest, a small village in the forest is being infested by ogres. The villagers have commissioned us to remove them. We¡¯ve been delayed here for several days searching for wyverns, so time is already short. We must get up early tomorrow and travel.¡±

    ¡°Oh!¡± Robb said. On the surface he was cool, seeming unconcerned about their journey ahead, but secretly worried. He was a more affectionate man than he had expected. The three adventurers were not annoying. In fact, they made him feel a little endearing. He did not wish to hear from some merchant days later that they had been eaten by ogres in their quest.

    However, he did not intend to follow them to the Birch Forest.

    The journey of the three adventurers would not end after this. They might go on to Black Birch Forest in the future, and possibly Yellow Birch Forest. They had countless other adventures in their lives, but Robb could not always follow them as a nanny. Perhaps he would have to give them a small gift of his blessing pinned to their lapels and say goodbye.

    Robb said, ¡°By the way, you¡¯re a Mage, so you often make magic scrolls, right? Do you have blank scrolls for making one?¡±

    ¡°Of course there is.¡± Snow pulled a pouch from her belt and took out several scrolls of parchment. In the game world, this thing would be a material called a blank magic scroll. Mages could engrave magic they had already mastered onto the scroll and give it to someone else. That way, even if the person wasn¡¯t a Mage, they could use the scroll to activate the corresponding magic.

    Robb picked up a piece of parchment, then used the skill ¡°Making Magic Scrolls.¡± He chose the magic ¡°Instant Teleportation,¡± chose the material ¡°Blank Magic Scrolls,¡± and began to carve¡­

    A cold blue light spread from his body and merged into the parchment. Then strange symbols began to appear on the parchment. The symbols glowed with a faint blue light.

    Snow almost exclaimed when she saw it. ¡°Damn! A magic scroll for Instant Teleportation¡­ This¡­ This is an extremely precious life-saving spell.¡±

 Chapter 8

    Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

    Instant Teleportation was a spell that could transport a person far away in an instant.

    When you are in danger and see that your life is at stake, take out the ¡°Instant Teleportation Scroll¡± and use it. You could escape danger in an instant. It could be said to be a necessary scroll whether for home travel or for assassination. Unfortunately, ordinary Mages only knew ¡°Teleportation¡±. Very few people could master ¡°Instant Transportation¡±. Without the word ¡°Instant¡±, the difference would be huge.

    ¡°Teleportation¡± usually required a magic circle to be drawn on the ground in advance. The caster had to stand on the magic circle and chant a long incantation that lasted minutes or even dozens of minutes. This kind of slow magic could not save your life in times of life and death.

    But this Teleportation was different. It was instantaneous.

    The only drawback was that it was too high level of skill. There were very few people on the continent who knew how to use such magic. Only the best Archmages could master it. Besides, knowing how to use it didn¡¯t mean you could make a scroll out of it, because making a scroll required more magic and was more difficult. Archmages had to pour a lot of magic into it to make a scroll out of it. After they were done, they had to meditate for a long time to replenish the magic.

    Even if they made a scroll, they wouldn¡¯t casually give it to others. Archmages were people who were in high positions and didn¡¯t lack money. They need not sell such a powerful scroll for money, nor would they be willing to give it away. Otherwise, if this thing ran into the hands of your enemy, wouldn¡¯t it be giving your enemy another lifeline?

    For example, one day, the Archmage fought with his old enemy and finally gained the upper hand. Just as he was about to kill his old enemy, the enemy took out a teleportation scroll that he had given to someone half a year ago and chuckled at him. ¡°Thank you.¡±

    Then the scroll activated and flew off somewhere with a whoosh. Wouldn¡¯t you spit up blood?

    Therefore, this kind of scroll was really rare! No, ordinary people had no chance to see it. Snow Dew recognized it because she had seen the incantation symbols of this spell in magic books.

    Snow couldn¡¯t help but stare. ¡°Eh? My God, you¡­ you know how to do this? Aren¡¯t you a Clergy?¡±

    ¡°Shhh!¡± Robb whispered, putting a finger in front of his lips. ¡°Keep your voice down. Don¡¯t want anyone to hear. We want to be discreet, discreet.¡±

    Snow quickly stopped talking and looked around cautiously. ¡°I¡¯m sorry. I wasn¡¯t going to advertise it loudly. It was just a shock.¡±

    ¡°Relax,¡± Robb said with a smile. ¡°I scanned the area with my scouting spell. No one else heard you just now. But if you keep shouting, someone might hear you.¡±

    ¡°A¡­ scouting technique?¡± Snow was shocked. ¡°That¡¯s a Ranger¡¯s proprietary skill. You¡­ what are you¡­¡±

    Robb laughed. ¡°Well, don¡¯t ask. Any more questions, and I¡¯ll really have to silence you.¡±

    Snow was no longer afraid when she heard that he was going to silence her. She saw that Robb¡¯s gaze was gentle. He was obviously joking, and she read between the lines. The first was trust, and Robb trusted her not to talk about it. The second was confidence. Robb was not afraid of her talking about it at all. Even if she publicized how mysterious and powerful he was to the world, he was not at all afraid of what would happen to him.

    Snow nodded seriously. ¡°All right, then, I won¡¯t ask! I know now that you¡¯re even more powerful than we¡¯ve seen. You seem to have practiced not only holy magic, but space magic as well. In addition, you have the proprietary skills of a Ranger. And you¡¯re so young.¡±

    She already understood that Robb practiced several types of magic at the same time, but that wasn¡¯t unusual. There were many powerful people who practiced several types of magic at the same time. The most common was an Archmage who practiced elemental magic. It was just that¡­ this Robb in front of her was the most powerful she had ever seen. Not only was his holy magic powerful enough to take down a wyvern with a single blow, but his spatial magic was also at the level of an archmage. It was terrifying! Truly terrifying.

    Robb picked up the ¡°Instant Teleportation¡± scroll he had just made and put it in Snow¡¯s hand. ¡°Take it. This is for you. When you¡¯re out risking your life, if you encounter danger, you can calmly activate the scroll to escape. Remember, this scroll can only take one team at most¡­ ahem¡­ a total of five people with you. When you use this scroll, make sure that the people you want to take are within five yards of you.¡±

    Snow said, ¡°Aye,¡± and stammered, ¡°G-g-g-g-give it to me?¡±

    Robb threw up his hands. ¡°I told you I¡¯d give it to you. Do I look like the kind of man who goes back on his word?¡±

    ¡°But ¡­ but ¡­ this thing is really too precious.¡±

    Robb blinked and smiled. ¡°Oh? Then you don¡¯t want it? You can give it back to me.¡±

    Snow Dew¡¯s expression stiffened visibly. The gift was too valuable. They had only met by chance, and it was a little hard to accept such a grand gift. However, this was equivalent to another life in her hands. She felt reluctant to return it to Robb. Her small hands began to tremble slightly, and she clutched the sheepskin scroll, not knowing what to do.

    ¡°Well, don¡¯t dwell on it. Put it away,¡± Robb said with a smile. ¡°You see how easy it was for me just now. You know this thing isn¡¯t that precious to me.¡±

    ¡°It¡¯s easy to make this thing?¡± Snow asked carefully. ¡°I¡¯ve heard that it takes a lot of magic to make this. With an Archmage¡¯s ability, it would take more than ten days of meditation to replenish your magic to make a teleportation scroll¡­ Are you¡­ tired now? You¡¯re just trying to make light of it so that I¡¯ll accept it.¡±

    ¡°Oh?¡± Robb said faintly. He sensed his state and realized that he had consumed very little of his magic. After all, his ability had been inherited from the game, not from the real world. Why would a game set the consumption of a spell to rest for more than ten days before it could be used again, in order for the players to have a good time? If the players¡¯ gaming experience was that bad, how could the game be profitable?

    In other words, the players in the game would not really die. Even if they died while fighting monsters, they would only be revived in the city. Most players would not use teleportation scrolls to save their lives. They would only use them to travel quickly or jump over some terrain obstacles.

    Therefore, the value of such a scroll in the game was very low. It was impossible to set a high consumption for it.

    Robb had learned an important piece of information from Snow Dew. His skill system was subtly different from the system in this world. At least in terms of magic consumption, he had the advantage. If there was another genius in this world who was proficient in all the skills of an entire profession, he would be no match for him if he fought him head-on, because he would run out of magic after a few blows.

    Without a demon, so what if you know more skills? You can only slash horizontally! If you only know how to slash horizontally, I¡¯m not afraid of you.

    These thoughts passed in his mind in an instant. Robb smiled at Snow Dew and said, ¡°There¡¯s some loss, but I don¡¯t need to go out or risk my life. It¡¯s very relaxing to guard the church every day, and I can replenish my magic quickly. So, don¡¯t worry about taking this scroll. Compared to my little loss of magic, I don¡¯t want to hear news about your accident.¡±

    Snow Dew finally gave in to the temptation of ¡°one more life.¡± She carefully pocketed the scroll, then gave Robb a very large bow. ¡°Thank you so much for your generous gift. I will remember this kindness well.¡±

    With that, she gave Robb another flirtatious look. ¡°I wish you¡¯d come with me on this adventure if you could.¡±

    Robb threw up his hands. ¡°I¡¯m sorry about that. I¡¯m exhausted of doing assignments¡­ ahem, of helping others with their commissions. All I want to do now is slack off and live life leisurely.¡±

 Chapter 9

    Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

    Early the next morning, the three adventurers left Westwind Town under the watchful eyes of Robb and the mayor and headed southwest toward Birchwood.

    Snow Dew was a little reluctant, but for an adventurer as young as she was, the temptation of adventure was far greater than a life of leisure. She could not stay in one place. The trace of admiration for Robb and the strange feelings that had just sprouted in her heart could only be forcibly suppressed. She waved goodbye to Robb.

    ¡°Stay safe!¡± Robb gave them the Oriental routine of waving goodbye.

    ¡°We will!¡± Snow patted the bag hanging from her belt. It contained the scroll Robb had given her. She certainly wouldn¡¯t say it in public. Two pats like that would be enough to convey her message.

    Gorda laughed. ¡°We¡¯d be safer with a Clergy.¡±

    Robb spread his hands. ¡°You¡¯ll find someone, but it won¡¯t be me.¡±

    ¡°Oh-oh-oh. That¡¯s too bad.¡± Gorda laughed and turned away. Kik and Snow followed him, and the three of them slowly disappeared down the mountain road on the southwest side of the town.

    The mayor was relieved to see that Robb had not left with the party of adventurers. Westwind would finally have a strong man to hold the fort and not be bullied by little monsters. He smiled at Robb. ¡°Mr. Robert, it¡¯s time to show you the church.¡±

    ¡°Oh, sorry to trouble you.¡±

    The mayor led the way, and Robb followed slowly as they walked through the town. It had been evening when they arrived the night before, and they had gone straight to the mayor¡¯s house without really looking at the town. They had finally gotten a good look at it today. It was a small town with a small population, and it looked as if it had fewer than a thousand inhabitants. It subsisted on mining, farming, hunting, and gathering herbs, but there were almost no other industries. Daily necessities like salt, cloth, and utensils were basically transported by merchants from the big cities. And the minerals, crops, animal pelts, and herbs produced by the town had to be shipped to the big cities to be sold to bring in income for everyone.

    For this town, the trade route was almost a lifeline. Once it was cut off, the townspeople would fall into an awkward state of scarce supplies and many inconveniences in their lives. It was said that the wyvern often attacked the caravan. No wonder the townspeople had to raise money to hire adventurers to clean it up. Otherwise, no one could live well.

    The mayor led Robb to where a small church had been built against the hillside at the back of the town. It had been several years since a Clergy had settled in, and the church looked a bit run-down, but with a bit of care it should look new again.

    There were stone tables and chairs in the churchyard. There was a well, a small barren field, and a cemetery on the hill behind it. It didn¡¯t take up much space, and there were a lot of headstones spreading up the hill. There were probably hundreds of them.

    Robb did not like having to live next to a cemetery, but there were cemeteries next to churches in the West. It was standard, and he could not complain.

    The mayor smiled. ¡°Mr. Robert will be in charge of this church from now on! I¡¯ll inform all the residents that we finally have a priest in Westwind. From now on, everyone will have a place to repent.¡±

    Robb thought: What the hell, confession? Is that what I¡¯m supposed to do, sit in a cabin and listen to the babble of people outside? Annoying! But, when he thought about it again, it didn¡¯t seem very annoying. This was something he hadn¡¯t played in the game. He wasn¡¯t tired of it yet. Hahaha, he wasn¡¯t tired of it!

    As long as he wasn¡¯t bored with things, Robb wouldn¡¯t be lazy.

    Besides, it was really quite interesting to sit in the cottage and talk to people.

    He wasn¡¯t self-absorbed! In fact, he was someone who liked to make friends. Otherwise, he wouldn¡¯t have established a guild in the past and fought some guild war. If he didn¡¯t like socializing, he didn¡¯t have to choose MMO when playing games. Wouldn¡¯t it be better to play solo?

    There was no Internet in this world, no QQ group, no one to watch cartoons and chat with him. Socializing could easily become a big problem. If some townspeople came over for a chat, it would feel okay.

    The mayor sent a couple of servants to help Robb with the simple tidying. They made up his bedchamber and delivered some necessities, then left with the servants. Then Robb was alone in the large church.

    Quiet and happy. Finally, he could be lazy.

    Robb found a stone stool in the small courtyard in front of the church and sat down on it. He looked up at the sky and watched the flowers bloom and fall in front of the courtyard. He watched the clouds roll in and out of the sky, and he smiled as he lay drunk on the hills.

    It felt good to be lazy. It had been a long time!

    After an hour of lazing around, Robb was thirsty.

    The real world wasn¡¯t a game. There was a thirst problem, and it was a serious one. Robb might be able to magically change water, but water created by magic had no soul. Take WOW, for example. Mages could turn water into bread on their own, but many Archmages still liked to buy proper food and didn¡¯t like to eat food created by magic.

    He had no choice but to stand up and take the wooden cup the mayor had given him. He was looking for a place to draw water when he suddenly remembered that there was no running water in this world.

    This was troublesome. If he wanted to drink water, it seemed that he could only drink it from the well. Wasn¡¯t this troublesome?

    It was over! It was over! It was completely over!

    This was not the life I envisioned.

    Robb began to seriously consider the question of laziness.

    He didn¡¯t know until he considered it, but when he did, he was shocked. It turned out that if he wanted to be comfortable and lazy in the real world, he needed to solve at least the following major problems: drinking water, eating, doing laundry, and cleaning.

    Although he had just solved the problem of drinking water, there were still a lot of problems waiting to be solved. And these problems didn¡¯t seem to be solved by a tap or anything like that. Take eating, for example. Although he had the skill of a chef, he also needed the corresponding ingredients to use the skill of a chef to cook. For example, the famous recipe for ¡°Blackened Trout¡± required two ingredients, ¡°variant fish¡± and ¡°sweet spice.¡± (I didn¡¯t know why there were no snakes in the ingredients.) It wasn¡¯t possible to just have the skill.

    And if you wanted to get the materials, you had to go to the market and bargain with the auntie at the market. How annoying.

    As for doing laundry and cleaning, that was not something that professional skills in the game could do.

    Robb began to feel the pressure. The pressure of life was too heavy to be lazy.

    It seemed that there was only one way. He would have to be a damned feudal landlord. He would have to enslave others in exchange for his laziness, just as the mayor had just ordered a few servants to help him clean the church.

    Robb¡¯s eyes lit up at the thought of servants. He wanted to get a maid with blue hair, put on a black maid¡¯s uniform with white trim, and put her in charge of his daily life.

    Wow, I can¡¯t. I can¡¯t think about this at all. I can¡¯t stop thinking about this.

 Chapter 10

    Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

    Half an hour later, Robb reached the center of Westwind¡¯s cross street. There were a few merchants and peddlers gathered here and there. The town was small, with no more than a thousand inhabitants, so Westwind¡¯s business was not prosperous. Except for a shop selling cloth that looked a little more upmarket, the other shops looked small and dirty and neglected.

    Robb took out a few silver coins and bought a bolt of white cloth. Then he picked up a pen and wrote on it: ¡°Recruiting a maid. Food and lodging are covered. There are five insurances and one gold¡­¡± Sensing that something was wrong, he quickly wiped all the words with magic and rewrote, ¡°Purchasing a maid. Required age: 15¨C20. Good features, hardworking and kind. Interested party will find Father Robert of this town to sign up for an interview. Note: Girls with blue hair get priority.¡±

    Finished, Robb clapped his hands together and stuck the bolt of cloth to a wall in the middle of the street. Done.

    It was really convenient in the alternate world. He could post advertisements on the streets. If he were to mess around like this in the real world, he would definitely be beaten to death by the city management.

    Since he was already in the town center, he might as well have prepared what he wanted for dinner. Until the maid¡¯s recruitment was successful, Robb would have to do it himself in order to be well-fed. He knew that he would not be able to buy the ingredients for those fancy recipes. He would probably only be able to buy some of the most basic dishes here.

    As expected, there wasn¡¯t much to buy on the street. Fortunately, he¡¯d managed to buy a large piece of boar meat and some salt, just enough to make a ¡°roasted boar¡± dish. That was how dinner was going to be happily decided.

    Shouldering the boar, he turned and was about to return to the church when a plump merchant came to greet him. It was the same man who had purchased the wyvern hide from Gorda the day before. He smiled at Robb from a distance. ¡°Lord Robert, I just saw the notice you put up. It seems you want to buy a maid?¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s right.¡± Although Robb found it a little difficult to accept the idea of buying and selling people, in this era, there was no way to ¡°recruit¡± maids. There was no such contractual worker at all. Servants could only be bought. When in Rome, do as the Romans do. For the sake of his lazy career, he could only be an emotionless human trafficker.

    The fat merchant chuckled. ¡°I happen to have a new maid in my possession, Sir Robert. I bought her a few days ago in a small village in Raw Stone Canyon. Her parents had died and she was living with her aunt. Her aunt couldn¡¯t support her anymore, so she sold her to me. I was going to take her to Saint¡¯s Capital and sell her to the high officials and nobles for a good price. Since you¡¯re interested, Sir Robert, why don¡¯t you sell her to you here? It¡¯ll save me and you the trouble.¡±

    ¡°Oh?¡± Robb cocked his head. ¡°Does she have blue hair?¡±

    ¡°Er, why does Lord Robert have a preference for blue hair?¡± said the fat merchant awkwardly. ¡°As far as I know, there are no blue-haired humans. Probably only girls of elf, harpy, and ghost-human species have blue hair.¡±

    ¡°No blue-haired girl?¡± Robb was instantly disappointed, but then he thought about it. The blue-haired maid in the anime he had loved so much must have been of a different race, and not human.

    ¡°But Lord Robert need not dwell on such matters,¡± the merchant said with a smile. ¡°No blue hair can be dyed blue. It is a small matter.¡±

    ¡°Well, you seem to have a point,¡± Robb said. ¡°Show me the girl you mentioned.¡±

    The fat merchant ripped the notice off the wall and led Robb to the residence. The merchant actually had a property in Westwinds, and his house was surprisingly large. There were a number of servants in it, and they were all fully armed. It seemed these servants were his capital for traveling far and wide.

    The merchant beckoned Robb to sit down in the drawing room. A short time later, two servants came in with a thin blond girl. She was barefoot and dressed in a ragged sackcloth. There were holes in her arms and calves where he could see her skin. Fortunately, the important spots were still well wrapped, so she was not exposed.

    Her clothes were filthy, and her blond hair was filthy, but her small face was clean. It looked as if she¡¯d been prepared to sell her. If she didn¡¯t get her face clean, the buyer would think she was ugly and wouldn¡¯t be able to afford the price.

    The merchant said with a smile, ¡°This girl has just turned sixteen a few days ago. I can assure you that she is a pure and flawless virgin. My wife has personally examined her. Look at her looks. Such goods are rare in such a Borderhammer town. You can¡¯t buy a better-looking maid in Westwind.¡±

    Robb looked at the girl¡¯s face seriously. She was indeed pure and cute. If he had to say what was wrong with her, it would be that she was too thin. She was so thin that it made his heart ache. She didn¡¯t have any fat on her, so of course she couldn¡¯t stand up straight. Poor girl. She must have suffered a lot.

    Seeing how pitiful she was, he decided not to let her fall into anyone else¡¯s hands. If she followed me, she would at least be treated ¡°with human rights.¡± If she followed the men in this world, it would be hard to say¡­

    Robb said, ¡°Well, the girl¡¯s not bad. How much does it cost to buy her?¡±

    The merchant said, ¡°A beautiful virgin like her would fetch at least ten gold coins if she were brought to Saint¡¯s City and sold to the big men. But you¡¯re a priest of the Light. I wouldn¡¯t dare earn your money with a guilty conscience. Besides, selling her here would save me a lot of transportation costs. How about five gold coins? I¡¯ll only earn the money to transport her here from the Originite Canyon.¡±

    Although he did not know the price situation of this world, Robb believed that a small businessman would not dare to deceive him. He felt that the people of this world seemed to be very afraid of the Holy teachings. This small businessman would definitely not dare to bully a priest.

    Besides, five gold coins could buy a pretty girl. In Robb¡¯s opinion, that was insanely cheap. If pretty girls were sold on the street at that price, Robb was willing to buy every girl in the world. ¡°Alright, I¡¯ll buy her.¡±

    When Robb had finished speaking, he reached into his denim trouser pocket and felt that something was wrong. If he was right, a gold coin was worth a hundred silver coins, and he did not have five hundred. He had only been in this world for two days, and he had spent most of his time slacking off. He had not had time to make any money. All he had was the pile of silver coins that Gorda had given him, but he knew there were fewer than five hundred in that pile without even counting them.

    This was a little awkward!

    Robb frowned. ¡°Can you get a little more discount?¡±

    The merchant saw his movements and expression and understood immediately. ¡°Well¡­ Mr. Robert, I can¡¯t get it any cheaper. I spent a lot of money buying her from her aunt. How about this? I¡¯ll get you something slightly more convenient.¡±

    With that, he winked. Two of his men were pushing the girl back into the backyard, planning to replace her.

 Chapter 11

    Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

    The girl was about to be pushed out. She looked suddenly sad. It turned out that she had been standing nearby, and although she was afraid to speak, she had been surreptitiously studying Robb. He was young and good-looking, a handsome blond, and she thought to herself that it was better to be sold to such a master than to a fat noble lord.

    And she had heard the merchant say ¡°Priest of the Light Church,¡± which had made her like Robb even better. In the hearts of the poor, the Light Church was the voice of the God of Light on earth, synonymous with salvation. The priests of the Light Church must be good, kind people.

    Of course, this was only what the little girl naively thought. If it were a modern person, they would understand that they had origins from the medieval church. Hehe! A creature like the clergy, hehe!

    In short, the girl was sincerely looking forward to being bought by Robb. Now that she saw that the transaction was not done, her eyes were instantly filled with tears. She was pushed back by two servants and stumbled backward. It was really pitiful.

    ¡°Hold it!¡± Robb said. ¡°I want her. No need to change.¡±

    The expression on the girl¡¯s face immediately changed to one of rapture. The two servants who had pushed her out stopped pushing and froze in place.

    ¡°But¡­¡± the merchant said hesitantly. ¡°You don¡¯t seem pleased with the price¡­¡±

    This merchant was quite tactful. He did not say the words ¡°You can¡¯t afford it.¡± He said that he was not satisfied with the price and saved Robb¡¯s face.

    However, no matter how tactful he was, he still sounded unhappy.

    Robb¡¯s face darkened. ¡°I feel good about the price again now. I must buy this girl. Five gold pieces and not a penny less.¡±

    An awkward smile spread across the merchant¡¯s face. ¡°Then¡­ do you intend to¡ª¡±

    Robb said, ¡°Just be blunt. How do I plan to get the money?¡±

    The merchant smiled awkwardly.

    Robb put a hand to his chin. ¡°Last night you bought a wyvern hide from us. Do you still have it?¡±

    The merchant nodded. ¡°Still here!¡±

    Robb said, ¡°Okay. You bought it from us for two hundred silver coins. I¡¯m buying it back for two hundred now. That should work.¡±

    The merchant nodded. ¡°Of course. The goods aren¡¯t transported out yet. I haven¡¯t generated any extra costs. There¡¯s no problem at all with repurchasing at the original price. I¡¯m not one of those black-hearted merchants who has to charge you a few dozen more silver coins immediately after I turn my hand. But¡­ you happen to be a little short on cash, don¡¯t you? Not only would repurchasing this skin be useless, but it would reduce the money you have. Wouldn¡¯t that¡ª¡±

    ¡°Never mind. Bring me that hide.¡± Robb took a fistful of silver coins from his denim trouser pocket and counted two hundred on the table. Sure enough, he didn¡¯t have enough in his trouser pocket for five hundred silver coins, but he did have two hundred. Once he had that money out, his trouser pocket deflated so completely that he could no longer bulge it.

    The merchant waved his hand, and a servant ducked into the side room. In a moment, he came out with a large circle of skin. It was the skin of the wyvern from the day before. It was green and thick and had a heavy texture. It was a very good leather armor material. Not only could it defend against the slashing of swords, but it also had a certain magic resistance.

    Robb said: ¡°Lend me a quiet room for a little while.¡±

    The merchant nodded. ¡°Oh, please feel free to use the side room here.¡±

    Robb shouldered the wyvern¡¯s hide, picked up the salt he had bought to make ¡°roasted boar,¡± and went into the side room, then locked the door firmly.

    The merchant stared at the locked door, confused. ¡°What the hell is he going to do?¡±

    * * *

    Robb entered the room and threw the heavy hide to the floor. It made an extremely muffled sound. Then he picked up the handful of salt he had bought earlier. He opened the pouch, took out a handful, and sprinkled it.

    Class-change production-type profession¡ªskin maker!

    Use Material 1 ¡°Skin of Wyvern¡±, Use Material 2 ¡°Salt¡±, Synthesis!

    Obtained new material, ¡°Mature Wyvern Skin¡±!

    Select a prop that you want to create¡ª¡±Flying Dragon Leather Armor.¡± Use the material to ¡°mature the skin of a wyvern.¡±

    Start manufacturing!

    The Grandmaster level skin-making skill was effective. Physical defense and magic defense were increased by an additional 50%.

    Random Enchantment ¡°Flying Dragon¡¯s Adjustment¡±. Effect: +20% Attack Speed, +15% Movement Speed.

    Manufacturing complete. Item obtained¡ªAgile Flying Dragon Leather Armor!

    The wyvern hide Robb had thrown to the ground earlier was gone now. In its place was a shimmering green wyvern leather armor. Ordinary wyvern leather armor would not have this shimmering green light on it. This was a special effect that only equipment that had been ¡°enchanted¡± would have. Not only did the leather armor have the same patterns as ordinary wyvern leather, but it also had an additional row of magic runes engraved on it because it was ¡°enchanted.¡± It looked both beautiful and mysterious.

    In the game, it would still have a prefix for ¡°agility.¡± Of course, in the real world, there was no such thing. It would only be called ¡°Wyvern Leather Armor.¡± There would be no prefix.

    Robb took the wyvern hide in his hand and pushed open the door.

    In the room outside, the merchant was looking puzzled, and the girl was looking anxious. They were both waiting for Robb to come out, but neither of them had expected him to come out with a wyvern leather coat¡­

    Robb swung his arm, and the wyvern¡¯s leather armor flew through the air and landed with a thud on the table in front of the merchant. The entire table shook from the impact.

    Then Robb sat down across the table, crossed his legs, and swung his toes in the air. ¡°You¡¯re a merchant,¡± he said casually. ¡°You should know what¡¯s good for you. Help me see how much this wyvern leather armor will fetch.¡±

    ¡°Eh? Where did you get the wyvern leather armor? In that room¡­¡± The merchant was shocked and confused. There was not even a window in that small room. Where did Robb get leather armor? Could it be made from the wyvern leather that he had just carried in? But that was impossible!

    Fresh dragon hide could not be used immediately for armor. It needed to be cooked and dried, a process that would take days. Then it would take a leather smith many days to cut, polish, sew carefully, polish, and countless other processes before it could be turned into a leather armor that could be worn on the body. How could it be done at a glance?

    He could only think that Robb had just used some secret technique in that room! Yes, it must be some secret technique!

    Robb tapped the table. ¡°Hey, don¡¯t freeze up. I¡¯ll ask how much this wyvern leather armor is worth. Don¡¯t get distracted.¡±

    ¡°Ah, my apologies.¡± The merchant quickly reached out a hand and gently touched the wyvern¡¯s hide on the table. At the same time, he observed it carefully. He wouldn¡¯t have known it until he saw it, but he was shocked. The wyvern¡¯s hide was of excellent workmanship, and its craftsmanship was uncanny. It wasn¡¯t the work of a shoddy tanner at all. The craftsmanship alone ensured that it was more durable than ordinary wyvern leather, and its defensive capabilities were certainly superior.

    Moreover, this wyvern leather armor was enchanted¡­ As a small businessman with limited knowledge, he didn¡¯t recognize the magic incantations on the leather armor at all. He couldn¡¯t guess what effect this ¡°enchantment¡± had, but just by looking at the strength of this sparkling green light, he knew that it must be a top-notch enchantment, the kind with shocking effects.

    The merchant almost fell on his knees on the spot!

 Chapter 12

    Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

    Robb said, ¡°I say, can you stop daydreaming and answer the question I asked you! How much is this armor worth?¡±

    Robb did not know what the prices of goods in this world were like. After all, even different servers in the same game had different prices, let alone different worlds.

    ¡°Aye?¡± The merchant¡¯s mind cleared, and he quickly composed himself and sat up straight. Then he said in all seriousness, ¡°My apologies, Mr. Robert. I accidentally lost myself in the work, for the workmanship of this wyvern leather armor is truly superb¡­ oh, I could swear I have never seen such exquisite craftsmanship in my life. This is the workmanship of at least a craftsman whose skill in making leather armor is above the master level¡­¡±

    Robb thought to himself: This businessman had a good eye. However, he was still a small merchant who worked at the border. He had probably not seen much of the world. This was clearly made by a grandmaster leather-making technique, but he said it was ¡°above the master level,¡± which meant that his appraisal ability was only at the master level. He could not understand any better equipment.

    Robb tapped the table. ¡°You¡¯re half right, but not quite right. The armor is indeed ¡®above the master level,¡¯ but to be precise, it was made by a ¡®grand master leathersmith.''¡±

    ¡°Grandmaster¡­ Grandmaster¡­ Grandmaster?¡± The merchant was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped to the table. There were only two or three Grandmaster Leather Makers in the entire continent, and they were rare. This Clergy called Robert in front of him actually casually threw out a piece to buy a servant.

    Robb said: ¡°Well, now, how much will it fetch?¡±

    The merchant wiped sweat from his brow. ¡°It may have been made by a Grandmaster craftsman,¡± he said quietly, ¡°but it was made from the hide of a wyvern. As you know, wyvern hide is not a top-grade material, and while it is of a higher grade than something like boar hide or lizard hide, it is of a much lower quality than the leather of a real dragon, behemoth, or thunder elephant. As a result, it does not make a true artifact.¡±

    Robb nodded. ¡°That¡¯s right. It makes perfect sense.¡±

    The merchant said, ¡°It won¡¯t catch the eye of the richest people, only some middle-class nobles and adventurers. This group can¡¯t afford a lot of money, so¡­ if this leather armor has an engraving made by the craftsman himself, proving which famous grandmaster made it, it should be worth five hundred gold pieces.¡±

    Robb cut him off. ¡°There¡¯s no need to look for the engraving. The man who made it wasn¡¯t a famous craftsman. He was an eccentric recluse who didn¡¯t like to communicate with people. He wasn¡¯t unknown, unknown to the world¡­ he didn¡¯t leave any brand marks on the leather armor at all.¡±

    ¡°Oh, nameless armor. That would only be worth two hundred gold pieces at most,¡± the merchant said. ¡°And two hundred might not sell, because the buyer would wonder if it was really made by a grandmaster craftsman. As you know, most ordinary people have an even worse ability to appraise treasures than I do. They can only judge its value by looking at who made it. A merchant with as good an eye as mine can only tell that it was made by a master or above, but not by a grandmaster¡­ so¡­¡±

    ¡°I see,¡± Robb said with a smile. ¡°All this talk about what¡¯s useful and what¡¯s not. Actually, you¡¯re the one who¡¯s trying to figure out what price you¡¯ll buy it from me at. You¡¯ll make the most out of it, won¡¯t you? So you want to keep it down to a master¡¯s price to buy it, then take it to Saint¡¯s Capital and sell it at a grandmaster¡¯s price. Then you¡¯ll make a killing.¡±

    The businessman¡¯s face flushed. ¡°Sorry. It¡¯s a businessman¡¯s instinct.¡±

    Robb said: ¡°So, how much do you want to buy it from me?¡±

    The merchant chuckled. ¡°A hundred gold pieces.¡±

    Robb said, ¡°Then you take it to Saint¡¯s City, resell it for two hundred gold coins, and make a hundred. That¡¯s good business.¡±

    The merchant blushed slightly. ¡°Mr. Robert, I still have to pay for the transportation, don¡¯t I? If you carry it to the Holy Capital to sell it yourself, it will be a long journey and you¡¯ll have to look everywhere for a buyer. It will take up a lot of your time, won¡¯t it?¡±

    As he said this, he looked a little guiltily at Robb¡¯s expression and thought: It seems he has to raise the price again.

    However, Robb did not. Although he was mocking the merchant for making so much money, he had no intention of bargaining. To him, such wyvern leather armor was a piece of cake. He could not be bothered to waste his precious time on such a small thing. Time was supposed to be used for lazing around, not for doing things.

    He said bluntly, ¡°How about this? You offer a hundred gold coins and this little girl, and this wyvern leather armor will be yours.¡±

    ¡°Aye? Really!¡± The merchant was delighted and quickly decided. ¡°Then it is settled.¡±

    He seemed terrified of Robb¡¯s contrition. He waved a quick hand at the two servants, who gave the little girl a shove. She scuttled behind Robb and stood still behind him like a shadow.

    [Robb acquired a maid]

    Robb used the motion of turning his head to scan the little girl¡¯s face. He was visibly relieved to see her. Her eyes were full of delight, as if she were pleased that she had been sold to Robb.

    Robb realized that being a Priest of the Light Church was really useful. Even buying a servant made the servant feel very happy. He might as well keep this identity in the future. There was no need to expose it himself unless he had no choice.

    The merchant went back to his room. Presently, he brought out a bag and placed it in front of Robb. He opened it. It was full of bright gold coins. ¡°Here are a hundred gold coins. Please count them.¡±

    ¡°There¡¯s no need to count them.¡± Robb put the purse away and smiled. ¡°I don¡¯t think you¡¯d dare try anything funny with me.¡±

    ¡°No one lies to a priest of the Light!¡±

    ¡°Well, it was a good deal.¡± Robb stood up. ¡°I¡¯m going back to the church. I expect you¡¯ll be leaving soon to make a lot of money in Saint¡¯s Capital. Goodbye.¡±

    The merchant gave a dry laugh. ¡°Mr. Robert, there¡¯s something I really don¡¯t understand. How did you¡­ conjure up this wyvern leather in my little room? And where did that big roll of wyvern leather go? This couldn¡¯t have been made at the last minute, could it? There¡¯s no way it could have been done in time¡­¡±

    Robb lowered his voice and said mysteriously, ¡°I¡¯ll only tell you. I won¡¯t tell anyone else. Just now, after I entered the small room, I immediately used a teleportation scroll. A hundred miles away, I met my Grandmaster friend and gave him the wyvern skin. Then he gave me a wyvern skin armor that had already been made. Then I teleported back.¡±

    ¡°Wow, I see.¡± The merchant¡¯s eyes burned again. ¡°Then¡­ then can you still go to him to help make something in the future? I¡­ I¡¯m willing to buy it for the long term!¡±

    Robb laughed out loud. ¡°That depends on my friend¡¯s mood. Let me tell you, he¡¯s a very lazy man. He¡¯s long since disdained making these worthless trinkets.¡±

    ¡°Oh, really? What a shame!¡±

 Chapter 13

    Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

    Robb left the merchant¡¯s house with the maid he had just acquired.

    The skinny blond girl, her head down, her hands dangling, trotted after him.

    ¡°What¡¯s your name?¡± Robb asked.

    ¡°Please name me, Master.¡± The girl bowed her head.

    Intrigued, Robb was about to say, ¡°You might as well call yourself Remm from now on,¡± but then he thought better of it and changed his mind. ¡°I don¡¯t want to erase the name your parents gave you,¡± he said instead. ¡°It¡¯s the most precious gift your parents ever gave you. It will be with you for the rest of your life, so I¡¯d rather hear your real name than have you carry the name I gave you. You may not like the name I gave you, but you¡¯ll have to live with it. That might be a sad thing for you.¡±

    It was a simple statement, and suddenly the girl was in tears. It took several seconds for her emotions to settle. ¡°Thank you, Master,¡± she said in a very small voice. ¡°My name is Lillian.¡±

    ¡°Good. Then I¡¯ll call you Lillian from now on.¡± Robb smiled. ¡°I¡¯m Robert.¡±

    ¡°I¡¯ll bear your honorific name in mind.¡±

    ¡°Well, you don¡¯t have to be so polite.¡±

    ¡°Very well, my lord!¡±

    Six sentences into the conversation, Robb found it a little hard to carry on. The maid indicated that she did not want to chat with you and threw an end-of-chat phrase at you¡ª¡±Okay.¡±

    Forget it. There was still time. It would be difficult for him to immediately chat with a stranger of the opposite sex. Robb smiled. ¡°Forget it. I¡¯ll get you new clothes first. Your clothes are dirty and full of holes. You have to change.¡±

    ¡®As you command, my lord!¡¯

    The two of them arrived at the cloth shop in the center of town. As soon as they walked in, Robb was recognized by the shopkeeper. Westwind was too small. When Robb and the others had returned the night before with the skin of the wyvern, almost the entire town had remembered his face in that instant. After the dinner party, everyone knew he would settle in Westwind and run the town¡¯s church.

    Robb was immediately greeted by the shopkeeper with ¡°welcome, welcome, and a warm welcome,¡± and he kept shouting ¡°My Father¡± at him. Westerners called priests that way, so Robb had to force himself on the shopkeeper. He even had to wave at him and say, ¡°God bless you, my son!¡±

    He suddenly realized that he would be the father of all the townspeople in Westwind Town from now on! He would be a generation older than everyone he met, be it middle-aged or old. Anyone who saw him would have to obediently call him father. If he called him ¡®son¡¯, they would have to listen happily.

    Still, the West was a place of no rules and tradition. Even a father had to pay to take his son¡¯s things.

    Westwind itself did not possess the ability to produce cloth. The cloth here had been transported by merchants from the big cities, so it was very expensive, much more expensive than cloth from other cities.

    Lilian¡¯s eyes were locked on the cheapest white burlap cloth in the shop. She looked at the price tag and her tongue stuck out in shock. ¡®It¡¯s so expensive!¡¯ she thought. ¡®The master may be a priest of the Light Church and by nature he¡¯s benevolent and kind, but even he has to consider whether such expensive cloth is worth buying for his servants.¡¯

    As she thought this, she saw Robb¡¯s hand on a roll of white cotton cloth that was several times more expensive than burlap. With a flick of his finger, a gold coin flew out and landed in the shopkeeper¡¯s hand. ¡°I¡¯ll take this roll of cotton. Oh, and this jar of black dye next to it.¡± He shouldered the cloth with one hand, picked up the jar of dye with the other, and turned to leave.

    The shopkeeper called from the back, ¡°Hold on a moment. That roll of cotton only costs ten silver coins. The dye is cheaper. You don¡¯t need to pay so much as a gold coin. Please stop. I¡¯ll get you the change¡­¡±

    Robb laughed. ¡°Leave it to my maid.¡± He turned and left the shop.

    The shopkeeper had to stop Lillian. ¡°Hey, did Mr. Robert buy you as a maid?¡±

    Lillian nodded her agreement.

    ¡®Here! Take your master¡¯s change back.¡¯

    Lillian had no choice but to stretch out her small hands and spread them flat. The shopkeeper placed eighty-two silver coins in her hand. As he did so, he warned her, ¡°Don¡¯t even think about taking the money and running away with it, little maid. Don¡¯t say I didn¡¯t warn you. Westwind Town is on the border, and there are monsters roaming outside. If you dare to run away with the money, you¡¯ll die. Even if you do run to another town, or even to another country, the Light Church can bring you back.¡±

    Lillian bowed her head. ¡°I won¡¯t run,¡± she said obediently. ¡°Master is a good man. I will follow him well.¡±

    In fact, even if the shopkeeper hadn¡¯t warned her, she understood that almost all the townspeople in a town like Westwinds, with a population of no more than a thousand, knew each other. If she fled Robb, it wouldn¡¯t take her long to be found hiding in the town. Escaping the town would be suicide. She wondered how many monsters were out there, waiting for the stupid ones to wander alone into the mountains and forests to feast.

    If she wanted to survive, there was no alternative to doing what Robb told her.

    In fact, from the moment her parents left her to be adopted by her aunt, she understood that she had to listen to others in order to survive in the future. The only difference was who she listened to. She was already extremely lucky to be able to follow a priest.

    Lillian walked out of the shop with eighty-two silver coins in both hands, careful not to drop them. She hurried after Robb and followed him. ¡°Here¡¯s the change from the shopkeeper, master.¡±

    ¡°Oh, put it away,¡± Robb said without turning around. ¡°For your pocket money.¡±

    ¡°Huh?¡± Lillian asked, startled.

    Seeing the girl¡¯s shocked and confused expression, Robb had no choice but to change his words. ¡°I still need you to help me buy a lot of things. I¡¯ll leave this money with you for now.¡±

    ¡°Phew!¡± Lillian breathed.

    Although the girl didn¡¯t say much, she was quite interesting. Robb found that he liked to tease her.

    Presently, they returned to the church.

    In the eyes of ordinary people, the church was a very sacred place. Lilian prayed at the door for a long time before she dared to step inside. She felt quite happy to think that she would be living here from now on. There would be no vicious aunts, and she would no longer have to worry about being sold. The new owner seemed very gentle and a good man.

    Robb smiled. ¡°Come here, Lillian. I¡¯ll make you a new suit first.¡±

    ¡°Making clothes?¡± Lillian exclaimed at this. Leaving aside the fact that the fabric Robb intended to use was expensive cotton, the most incredible thing to Lillian was that he had actually said, ¡°I¡¯ll do it for you.¡± She couldn¡¯t help but feel a little anxious. ¡°Master, how can you do that? Please let me cut the clothes myself.¡±

    Robb turned her down with a stern look. ¡°No. I¡¯m sure the style of clothes you make yourself will not satisfy me.¡±

 Chapter 14

    Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

    Robb had actually said that the clothes Lillian had made would not satisfy him.

    There was a distinct look of defiance on the latter¡¯s face. If the man in front of her hadn¡¯t been her master, she would probably have snapped at him. But she didn¡¯t dare get angry with her master, so she pouted and said, ¡°Lillian is very good at making clothes.¡±

    Robb laughed. ¡°But not as good as I am.¡±

    The corners of the little girl¡¯s mouth turned up stubbornly, and she raised her voice just a fraction. ¡°Master! Lillian is excellent at making clothes.¡±

    Robb smiled. ¡°Okay, then we¡¯ll both make the clothes at the same time. When we¡¯re done, we¡¯ll compare and see who looks better.¡±

    ¡°Okay!¡± Lillian puffed out her cheeks, looking very serious.

    Robb fetched a pair of scissors and a needle and thread from the mayor. He divided a large roll of white cotton into two halves and gave one half to Lillian. He took the other half and divided the black dye as well. ¡°Now on the count of one, two, three,¡± he said with a smile, ¡°we will begin.¡±

    ¡°Good!¡±

    ¡°One¡­ two¡­ three¡­ here we go!¡±

    Robb shouted for it to begin, but he did not move at all. He merely cocked his head at Lillian to see what his new maid was capable of.

    Lillian bent her head and went to work. First, she picked up a small stone from the floor and drew a few lines on the cloth. They were all drawn around the edges of the cloth. It was obvious that she was designing how to cut the fabric most sparingly. This was ¡°expensive¡± cotton, not burlap. She could not bear to waste even a tiny bit of it.

    After drawing the lines, she began to cut. She used a small pair of scissors skilfully. With a few clicks, she cut the cloth into the shape of clothes in front and behind. Then she took out a needle and thread and began to sew the front and back pieces together.

    Robb silently praised her for her diligence and dexterity. ¡®Unfortunately, the style of your dress really doesn¡¯t suit me. What the hell is this tube dress that looks like a prisoner¡¯s uniform? I wouldn¡¯t acknowledge a woman dressed like that as a maid. Never.¡¯

    Forget it. As someone from a small village, she must have never seen my gorgeous maid outfit in the future. Even if she had, how could she handle that complicated design?

    He watched as the young lady busied herself for a long time. Only when she had finished sewing the last row of stitches did Robb begin, placing the cotton cloth side by side with the black dye. Then, he changed his profession to tailor.

    Choosing a prop that he wanted to create¡ª¡±Maid Outfit,¡± choosing the material ¡°White Cotton,¡± choosing the material ¡°Black Dye.¡±

    Start manufacturing!

    System Notification: The clothes you create are decorative clothes. Their defense is fixed at 10 points. They do not enjoy the additional defense and enchantment of the grandmaster tailor skill.

    Manufacturing complete!

    Robb shook his hands, and with a flourish a maid¡¯s outfit appeared. It was the same style as he had set on Remm¡¯s body, black on black with decorative white trim. It looked good to knock. If the outfit had been on a blue-haired girl, it would have been a man¡¯s ultimate dream.

    Beside him, Lillian had finally finished sewing the tube dress. The garment, which looked like a prisoner¡¯s uniform, flapped open. She turned to Robb and smiled. ¡°Look, Master, I¡¯m done. It¡¯s very well sewn¡ª¡±

    Before she could finish the sentence, Lillian saw the maid¡¯s uniform in Robb¡¯s hand.

    It was no exaggeration to say that Lillian had never seen anything more beautiful since she had been brought into the world by her parents. Because her range of activities was limited, she had only lived in her old town of Borderhammer. Then she had been sold around to merchants and brought to Westwind. The most gorgeously dressed person she had ever seen before was a merchant¡¯s wife, but even the dress that the lady wore did not look as good as the one Robb held in his hand.

    Lillian fell to the floor with a thud. ¡°I may not be qualified to be a proper maid,¡± she managed to say. ¡°The clothes I make are not as good as master¡¯s.¡±

    ¡°Haha, don¡¯t be sad.¡± Robb smiled at her. ¡°Countless professional tailors have fallen in front of me in the past. You¡¯re not a professional tailor yet. You don¡¯t have to compete with me.¡±

    ¡°Eh!?¡± Lillian was dumbfounded. She couldn¡¯t understand why her master wanted to compete with tailors in dressmaking. Wasn¡¯t her master a priest of the Holy Light? What was the point of such a noble person learning to tailor?

    ¡°Well, don¡¯t gawk here,¡± Robb said with a smile. ¡°Go take a bath and put on some new clothes. You can use the tube dress you made for your nightdress in the future. Wear the maid¡¯s outfit I made for outdoor activities. I¡¯ll make another set of the same, so you can change.¡±

    ¡°Thank you, master,¡± Lillian said, happily accepting the maid¡¯s dress. In truth, girls loved to look pretty. In the past, they hadn¡¯t had the means, but now that they did, there was no reason to be unhappy.

    Of course, she was most happy to have met a gentle and kind master. Not only was he pleasant to her, but he was also willing to spend so much money on her. A lowly maid like her would be impressed even if she was given a burlap shirt. There were many servants from noble families who lived in a dirty burlap shirt all year round.

    She did not expect her master to make clothes for her with cotton cloth and two beautiful dresses. She could even have a nightdress. This was a treatment that many girls from commoner families could not enjoy, let alone servants.

    Lillian happily fetched water from the well and went inside the church to bathe.

    As small as the church was, it had several rooms. Because it had been built with priests, nuns, servants, and others in mind, there were small rooms for servants. Robb hadn¡¯t even bothered to arrange them before Lillian had found her own way to the servants¡¯ quarters.

    However, the mayor had only arranged daily necessities for Robb¡¯s room. The others were empty.

    Lillian surveyed the servants¡¯ quarters, which were bare of furniture, and thought: I¡¯ll have to get some hay to support the floor, or the evening won¡¯t go well.

    After taking a shower, she changed into the maid¡¯s outfit that Robb had made and walked cleanly into the courtyard. She felt refreshed. A new life had begun, and it was definitely better than when she had followed her aunt.

    She immediately saw her master slumped on a stone bench in the courtyard. He was in a state of relative stillness¡­

    Lillian was anxious. ¡°Aye? Master! Are you unwell?¡±

    ¡°Not really!¡± Robb said. ¡°Just too lazy to move.¡±

    It turned out that Robb had started to become lazy!

    After all this work, he¡¯d finally solved the maid problem. Now that he had a pretty girl to do odd jobs for him, he could justifiably be lazy. Of course, he didn¡¯t bother to move anymore. He slumped down on the stone bench and looked at Lillian, who had just come out of the shower. The little girl¡¯s skin had turned snow-white after her shower. Her blond hair was down, and she looked beautiful in a black maid¡¯s outfit with white flowers. It was pleasing to the eye.

    Such a lovely girl could be bought for five gold coins. Feudalism was so¡­ so¡­ so wonderful.

    There was no such good thing in the game!

 Chapter 15

    Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

    With the maid, the quality of life in idleness immediately changed. Before Robb could say he wanted a drink, Lillian went to fetch a glass of water from the well and poured one for him. She set it on the stone table in front of him.

    The girl¡¯s small gesture made Robb feel that the trip out of the house had been worth it. At the same time, he suddenly felt guilty for his mother in his original world. It turned out that his ability to play games without sleep or rest in front of a computer was due to him being spoiled by his mother. Whenever he wanted to drink water, he could always find a glass full within reach. He had almost never encountered the problem of thirst.

    ¡°Master, what¡¯s wrong?¡± Lillian asked, worried by the glistening tears in her master¡¯s eyes.

    ¡°I¡¯m fine.¡± Hiding his emotions, Robb pointed to the glass of water on the table. ¡°Lillian, let me tell you something. It¡¯s very unhygienic to drink water from the well when you draw like this. You get sick easily. All kinds of parasites get into your stomach. So, in the future, when you draw water from the well, you have to boil it until it¡¯s boiling hot before you drink it¡­¡±

    ¡°What¡¯s a parasite?¡± Lillian asked curiously.

    Robb said nothing.

    Well, the medieval West might have been disguised by Sword and Magic as if it were high and mighty, but it was in fact a wild and ignorant place. Some things had to be changed a little at a time. ¡°It¡¯s an invisible little worm,¡± Robb said patiently. ¡°It¡¯s in this water. Drinking it will give you diarrhea. You have to boil the water to kill the worms.¡±

    ¡°Wow, so that¡¯s what I used to have diarrhea from?¡± The most fun thing about Lillian was her looks. Her emotions would show easily on her face. Now she looked at the glass of water on the table with disgust.

    ¡°Alright, alright. There¡¯s no need to be so disdainful. It¡¯ll be a good cup of water after it boils. Go boil some water.¡±

    ¡°Master¡­ but¡­ we don¡¯t have a pot here,¡± Lillian said. ¡°I went into the kitchen earlier and saw that the household appliances were in short supply.¡±

    ¡°Oh, that¡¯s true. I just moved in today and I don¡¯t have anything,¡± Robb said with a smile. ¡°So, why don¡¯t you go shopping and get everything you need for your daily life? Speaking of which, you probably don¡¯t even have any bedding in your room. You might as well get some while you¡¯re at it.¡±

    At this point, Robb thought of something else and added, ¡°By the way, the bedding and pots are all heavy objects. It¡¯s very difficult for a girl like you to get them back. Don¡¯t force yourself. Remember to spend some money to hire a few townspeople to carry them back for you.¡±

    Lillian was slightly taken aback and instantly transformed into a weeping figure.

    She did not have any bedding when she stayed at her aunt¡¯s house. She could only sleep in the hay in the horse shed. Just now, in the servant¡¯s room, she was thinking of getting some hay for a bed, but she did not expect her master to ask her to buy bedding. Moreover, he thought that she might not be able to carry these things and even asked her to pay someone to carry them back.

    Not only was this master gentle and kind, but he was also meticulous and considerate. He cared for his servants to the point of insanity. It was really good to be bought by him.

    Robb reached into his pocket and grabbed a few coins. He tried to hand them to Lillian.

    She shook her head violently. ¡°Master, I still have eighty-two pieces of silver left over from buying the cloth. It¡¯s enough to buy a lot of things. You don¡¯t have to give me any more money. I¡¯ll go and buy all kinds of necessities now. I¡­ I¡¯ll do my best¡­¡±

    She spread her legs and ran out of the yard as fast as she could. Robb didn¡¯t move from his seat on the stone bench. ¡°Walk slowly,¡± he called. ¡°Don¡¯t fall.¡±

    ¡°Yes, yes!¡±

    The little maid did not have the cute attribute of falling on the ground. She ran quickly and steadily. Her black maid costume with white flowers fluttered like a butterfly. In the blink of an eye, she ran far away. Seeing her cute back, Robb felt that this alternate world seemed to have become more interesting. Well¡­ of course, it was just that life was interesting. He was still not interested in killing monsters and adventuring.

    That evening, Lillian returned with a large group of townspeople.

    Each of the townspeople helped her with a load of things. There were bedding for the auxiliary bed, pillows, pots and pans, knives and forks and cups, tables and chairs and benches, candles, scented oils, condiments, tea leaves, dry firewood, vegetables, beef¡­ and even hoes, shovels, scythes, and other farm implements were brought back in a heap.

    Robb, who had been ¡°addicted to games¡± and relied on his mother to take care of his life in the past, finally understood how troublesome it was to build a home. He couldn¡¯t help but thank his parents in the original world and then secretly be glad that the first thing he bought was a maid. Otherwise, he would have gone crazy if he had to personally arrange these messy daily necessities.

    * * *

    In the evening, the sun began to set, and smoke rose from every house.

    Smoke was rising from the small church, too. Lillian was cooking over the fire.

    Carrying a cup of black tea that Lillian had made for her, Robb continued to slump on the stone bench in the courtyard, slacking¡­

    After a long time, Lillian brought dinner to the table.

    Robb looked at it. ¡®What in God¡¯s name, what the hell?¡¯

    The pot on the table looked like a ¡°soup pot,¡± but the taste was worlds apart from the soup pot of later generations. All kinds of strange ingredients floated in the soup. Robb glanced over and saw pig bones, pig guts, mushrooms, wild vegetables¡­ Anyway, all the ingredients in the house could be seen in this pot. At the top of the soup pot, there was a pig intestine floating and sinking, and the pot emitted an extremely unpleasant stench.

    Robb pointed to the pot. ¡°What do you call this, Lillian?¡± he asked, horrified. ¡°A dish of darkness?¡±

    ¡°Aye? Everyone cooks like that,¡± Lillian said. ¡°Has the master never tried it before?¡±

    At this, she realized with a start. ¡®Oh no, I¡¯m making the big mixed stew that commoners always eat. I¡¯m making all the ingredients in a stew, but the noble lords don¡¯t seem to eat like that. They¡¯re much more particular. The host is a priest of the Light Church, so of course he¡¯s a noble lord. How could he eat such a thing?¡¯

    (PS: Medieval Europeans also had to eat in the pot. They didn¡¯t like to take care of the side dishes that were made into various individual stir-fried pork livers, stir-fried kidney flowers, and so on like the Chinese did. Instead, they chopped them all up and made a big mixed stew with other ingredients. Everyone knows the smell of boiled internal organs. It¡¯s smelly and smoky. I guarantee you won¡¯t be able to eat that kind of thing.)

    Embarrassed, Lillian said, ¡°I¡­ I don¡¯t know¡­ how to cook for my master.¡±

    ¡°Cough, forget it! You haven¡¯t used up all the ingredients, right?¡±

    ¡°There are two big chunks of beef muscle left. Beef is expensive. I couldn¡¯t bear to stew with these low-priced ingredients. I wanted to dry them and make them into beef jerky to preserve.¡±

    ¡°Then bring me these two pieces of beef muscle,¡± Robb said. ¡°And bring me some mushrooms and salt. Oh, and get the plates, knives, and forks ready on the double.¡±

    Obediently, Lillian brought over the ingredients and plates and knives and forks.

    Robb turned into a chef and began to make ¡°mushroom sauce steak¡±. In the blink of an eye, two portions of steak were placed on the stone table in front of him.

    Lillian saw that Robb didn¡¯t seem to be doing anything but pointing at the ingredients. In a matter of seconds, the ingredients had fused into a beautiful-looking dish. It was simply amazing. Wow, perhaps, it was the power of magic! But could something as grand as magic be used for cooking?

    Her mouth fell open, unable to close for a long moment.

    Robb pointed to a stool across the stone table. ¡°Sit down and have a steak with me. There¡¯s just enough for two. We¡¯ll have one each.¡±

    ¡°Eh?¡± Lillian was startled. ¡°That¡¯s¡­ that¡¯s something only noble lords can eat, isn¡¯t it? I¡¯ll¡­ I¡¯ll just have the big mixed stew.¡±

    ¡°Then take the stew out and put it in the middle of the town. Whoever wants to eat it can eat it. We won¡¯t eat that stuff in our house in the future,¡± Robb said in a commanding tone. ¡°Just listen to me and eat the same thing as me.¡±

    ¡°As you command, master!¡± Lillian sat down carefully in the chair across from Robb. Fortunately, she was a girl from Borderhammer who didn¡¯t know the rules. If she had been born in a big city and understood the rules, she would never have dared to sit at a table with her master. She would only have been careless about her lowly status around him to make him dislike her.

    She picked up her knife and fork as Robb had done. She thought to herself: So this is how noble lords eat? Like their masters. With the fork in her left hand, she pressed down on the beef. With the knife in her right hand, she cut¡­ cut¡­ cut¡­ and then the fork in her left hand lifted. Ouch, no good. She had used too much force.

    **EPILOGUE**

    A steak flew over the stone table and stuck to Robb¡¯s face. Mushroom paste smeared his face.

    Robb put down his knife and fork, not knowing whether to laugh or cry. ¡°Lillian!¡±

    ¡°Master! I¡­ I didn¡¯t mean to¡­ woo¡­¡± Lillian was close to tears.

    Robb spread his hands. ¡°Don¡¯t be afraid. I¡¯m not punishing you. I just want to tell you that if you¡¯re not used to knives and forks, you can grab them with your hands and eat them. I don¡¯t mind.¡±

    Lillian said timidly, ¡°Can I grab it with my hands?¡±

    ¡°Of course you can!¡±

    ¡°Wow, that¡¯s great.¡± Delighted and beaming, Lillian caught the steak in her hand and stuffed it into her mouth. ¡°Yippee, that¡¯s yippee¡­ noble men do eat a lot better than mixed stews¡­¡±

    Robb pointed to the mushroom sauce on his face. ¡°Aren¡¯t you going to get a basin of water and wash my face before you eat your steak?¡±

    ¡°Oops! Master, I¡¯ll be right there.¡±

 Chapter 16

    Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

    It was full dark. Westwinds had gone to sleep. Only a few houses were still lit.

    Robb set up a large barrel in the yard and bathed in it.

    The bath had to be in the courtyard, of course. The indoor bath was very depressing, but it was very comfortable in the courtyard. You could see the stars when you looked up. The Black Pine Mountains behind the church were a huge black silhouette. It was very layered. The wind blew over the heads that were sticking out of the water. It was indescribably comfortable.

    Besides, one of the maids had been so happy. Lillian had actually made no attempt to avoid him while he bathed. She had merely turned her head away for the briefest of moments while Robb undressed and went into the bucket. Once he was seated in the water, she turned to him and stood aside, blushing.

    Whenever Robb said the water was getting cold, she ran to the kitchen and brought the hot water that had been boiling on the fire and added it to Robb¡¯s bath bucket.

    Such a comfortable bath, of course, had to take longer, and Robb soaked for an hour. Lillian had boiled two large pots of water, and he had not finished.

    ¡°Master¡­ when I went to fetch water from the kitchen earlier¡­ I heard a strange noise in the churchyard behind us. It was rustling, like something was digging in the ground.¡± This time Lillian came back with hot water. She had a look of horror on her face, as if she were a little frightened.

    Robb thought: It¡¯s normal for girls to be afraid of graveyards!

    He smiled and comforted her. ¡°Don¡¯t be afraid. It¡¯s fine. Don¡¯t forget that I¡¯m a priest. With the Holy Light, no undead monster can do anything to me.¡±

    The way he said it put Lillian¡¯s mind at ease. With a priest of the Light here, what was there to fear about the things in the cemetery? Come to think of it, the graves were all built behind the church, partly so that the souls of the dead could return to the Light as quickly as possible, and partly so that the Light could more or less suppress the undead.

    She nodded. ¡°I¡¯m not afraid when Master is here.¡±

    ¡°Well, good girl!¡±

    He continued bathing. After a while the water was getting cold and Robb smiled. ¡°Got to heat up the water again.¡±

    Lillian darted into the kitchen again, and returned moments later with hot water. She actually looked horrified again. ¡°Master, there really is a noise in the cemetery back there. Not only is there digging this time, but there¡¯s that¡­ that bone-moving, clicking sound. It¡¯s so scary¡­ do you¡­ do you want to take a look?¡±

    Robb said, ¡°I¡¯m going to take a bath. I can¡¯t be bothered to look. The bones are moving. At best, a few skeleton soldiers crawled out of their graves. At worst, it¡¯s just a skeleton king. No big deal.¡±

    Lilian didn¡¯t know whether to laugh or cry at his understatement. ¡®Master, if a Skeleton King does come, all the towns in Westwind ¨C oh, no, hundreds of miles around here ¨C will be razed to the ground by the undead army, right?¡¯

    ¡°But¡­ but¡­¡± Lillian said. ¡°The cemetery is part of the church. If something happens in the cemetery, your reputation will be damaged, too.¡±

    Now that she mentioned it, Robb was concerned. ¡®Eh? You¡¯re right. The cemetery is the property of the church, which means it¡¯s my real estate. If anything unclean is causing trouble in my family¡¯s most expensive property, I can¡¯t just ignore it.¡¯

    ¡°All right, all right. Let¡¯s take a look, then.¡± Robb lay still in the barrel, but he had secretly changed his profession to Ranger (Forest Patroller) and used his skill, Reconnaissance.

    The field of vision expanded instantly. Reconnaissance spells gave Robb a 5,000-yard field of vision, and the Ranger had the Night Vision talent. The dark night couldn¡¯t affect his vision at all.

    He looked from a distance toward the cemetery on the hill behind the church¡­

    As he looked over, he saw three tombstones lying askew. Three sinister holes had been opened in the ground in front of them. Three skeletons were digging their way out of the holes, looking like they were planning to climb out.

    Robb said, ¡°It really is a skeleton coming out of the grave.¡±

    ¡°Ah? Ahhh!¡± Lillian shrieked. ¡°Skeletons?¡±

    ¡°Don¡¯t scream. It¡¯s just a few skeletons,¡± Robb said. ¡°Forget it. It¡¯s my real estate, after all. I¡¯ll have to manage it and push these skeletons back into their graves. If they get away and the townspeople come and find the remains of their loved ones missing, they won¡¯t even be able to visit the graves. It¡¯s rather sad.¡±

    Robb climbed out of the barrel. Lillian quickly turned her head away and handed him a piece of dry cotton. In truth, Robb would have been shy if she hadn¡¯t turned her head. He was only an eighteen-year-old virgin. He wouldn¡¯t have been able to bear it if she had asked him to run naked in front of her. Fortunately, the girl had turned her head away in embarrassment first, and he was able to remain calm. The whole point of being a rogue was to see who reacted to it first!

    He took the cotton cloth and dried himself off. Now, of course, he couldn¡¯t be bothered to put on a T-shirt and jeans. Normal humans liked to wear looser clothes after a shower. He took a pair of ¡°tube pajamas¡± from Lillian and pulled them on. ¡°All right! I¡¯m going to check the cemetery now, Lillian. If you¡¯re scared, you can wait for me here.¡±

    ¡°Aye? I¡­ I want to follow¡­¡± Lillian began. ¡°It¡¯s more frightening to stay here. What if skeletons crawl out of the ground ahead of us just as you go to the back?¡±

    ¡°Nonsense! How can a skeleton crawl out of anywhere?¡± Robb laughed. ¡°To crawl out, there has to be a skeleton underground.¡±

    ¡°It¡¯s hard to say if there are skeletons buried under the front yard¡­¡±

    ¡°Forget it, follow me. By the way, bring a shovel. I have to bury something later.¡± Robb didn¡¯t mind having a girl follow him. Or rather, he liked having a girl follow him. It was boring to kill monsters, but it would be interesting to bring a girl along. A girl encouraging him was obviously much more comfortable than a few burly men encouraging him from behind.

    He started toward the back. Lillian followed cautiously with the shovel. The master and servant soon arrived at the cemetery behind the church. It wasn¡¯t a large cemetery, with only a few hundred crypts, since Westwind was small and sparsely populated. Besides, the town didn¡¯t have a long history.

    When Robb walked into the cemetery, he saw that not only the three graves he had just seen, but dozens of others, were also empty. Judging by the marks at the entrance, the skeletons in these dozens of graves had been crawling out for days. At that time, he had not even been in Westwind Town.

    What had happened in the past was none of his business. So be it. But now that he was here, of course, he wouldn¡¯t allow the skeleton to crawl away again. He quickly walked to a skeleton that was crawling out.

    Lillian was horrified to see an animated skeleton crawling toward the outside of the tomb. She gripped the back of Robb¡¯s shirt hard, her whole body shaking.

    Robb understood immediately that she was acting like this not just because she was timid, but because she had been struck by ¡°fear.¡± Undead creatures all had a certain level of ¡°fear halo¡± that could inflict on people with insufficient mental strength. The stronger the undead monster, the more powerful the ¡°fear halo,¡± and the wider the range.

    Lillian¡¯s current state was the result of being affected by the aura of fear. Fortunately, the skeleton soldiers were only the lowest of the undead, and the fear effect was poor. It was not enough to scare Lillian into fleeing.

    Robb took her hand in his left. He activated the sacred Dispel spell, and a warm glow instantly dispelled the fear spell from her body. Lillian stirred, and her trembling body finally steadied.

    Only then did Robb crouch down and cross his arms over his chest. He looked calmly at the skeleton crawling out in front of him.

    The skeleton was digging at the dirt with both hands, widening the hole. Then, bit by bit, it crawled forward, crawling and crawling. Suddenly, it realized that there was someone crouching in front of it. A blond man in a tube pajamas.

    The skull¡¯s empty eyes glared at Robb. Then it opened its mouth and roared, ¡°Snap! Snap!¡±

    ¡°Snap my ass.¡± Robb put his hand on the skull and pressed down hard. ¡°Go back to the tomb. Don¡¯t come out and scare my little maid.¡±

 Chapter 17

    Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

    Lillian was genuinely startled when her master actually reached out to press the skull¡¯s head. ¡°Be careful, Master. It¡¯ll get you.¡±

    As soon as she spoke, the skeleton¡¯s hand grabbed Robb¡¯s ankle and tried to drag him underground.

    At this moment, Robb could shatter the skeleton with a casual move, but he knew that this skeleton was probably a relative of the townspeople. It would not be good to shatter it. The townspeople all called him Father. He should pay a little more attention to them.

    Therefore, forget about skills like Meteor Shower, Collapsing Mountain, and Crushing Strike. It was better to be gentle. At the very least, he had to leave the skeletons intact.

    The skeleton was just about to use its strength to drag Robb when it felt a terrifying force coming from its skull. It was the strength of the man in front of it. It looked like he had only pressed it gently, but the force was overwhelming. The bones in the skeleton¡¯s body cracked a few times as it tried to resist, but it could not withstand it. It was pressed back into the tomb with a whoosh.

    It tried to crawl away again, but Robb pointed at it, and a golden light flew from his fingertips. It was Holy magic, the Dispel spell. The skeleton stiffened, suddenly losing all its power. It turned back into lifeless bones and collapsed in the crypt.

    Robb clapped his hands and turned to Lillian. ¡°Lillian, bury it!¡±

    ¡°Yes, Master!¡± Lillian hurriedly used the shovel to fill up the hole. The dirt had been pushed up by the skeleton when it had climbed up from the ground earlier. Lillian scrabbled it over and covered it again. She was still a little afraid that the skeleton would jump again, and was careful to be ready to flee at any moment, but the creature was completely still and obediently allowed Lillian to bury it.

    Robb had already reached the second skeleton, which was now half out of the ground. He pressed his hand on it as if it were a gourd, and it returned to the tomb, followed by another cast of Dispel. ¡°Lillian, when you¡¯re done with that, come and bury this one.¡±

    ¡°Yes, Master!¡±

    By now, the third skeleton had crawled out of the tomb entirely. It shook the dirt from its body and looked around. It was clearly different from the other two skeletons. It seemed to have a mind of its own and could understand what was happening around it. It turned its head and stared at Robb with its empty eyes.

    Seeing Robb getting closer and closer, obviously coming to deal with it, it suddenly broke off its left arm with its right hand and held the entire left arm in its right hand like a stick. It looked at Robb solemnly.

    ¡°Well!¡± Robb shrugged at the skeleton. ¡°Don¡¯t maim yourself. If you put down your weapon and talk nicely, I can leave you in one piece.¡±

    ¡°Young man¡­ don¡¯t¡­ meddle in other people¡¯s business¡­¡± The skeleton actually spoke. It was only a skeleton, and it didn¡¯t even have a vocal mouthpiece or other organs, but it could speak.

    Robb saw that there were actually two small flames burning in the empty eye sockets of the skeleton. It looked like a pair of eyes. It was obvious that a soul had entered the skeleton. It was no longer as simply controlled as the two skeletons had been. There was a powerful force controlling the skeleton.

    ¡°Oh! A necromancer?¡± Robb looked left and right. The hillside behind the cemetery was too dark to see much of anything. Using his scouting spell, he added 5,000 yards to his night vision and still couldn¡¯t find anyone. It seemed that a necromancer was remotely manipulating the skeleton in front of him from a distance.

    ¡°You can actually tell I¡¯m a necromancer?¡± The skeleton was obviously surprised. ¡°Then you should know that I¡¯m not someone you can mess with. Stay out of it.¡± It saw that Robb was wearing tube pajamas and didn¡¯t look too powerful, so it spoke a little arrogantly.

    Robb threw up his hands. ¡°You come into my backyard and try to steal the bones of my town¡¯s relatives, and you tell me to mind my own business? Motherfucker, I¡¯m going into your backyard to secretly dig up the potatoes you buried. Can you ignore that?¡±

    The skeleton recognized Robb from the words. ¡°Damn, are you a priest in this church?¡±

    Robb said, ¡°You¡¯re the one who should die. Your whole family should die.¡±

    ¡°This is an empty church. When did a priest come here?¡± The skeleton looked exasperated.

    ¡°As luck would have it, today,¡± Robb said. ¡°Didn¡¯t you do any reconnaissance before you came to steal? Oh, by the way, your true form is hiding far, far away. There¡¯s no way you can scout out what¡¯s going on here. You¡¯re just using something like the magic circle you set up here in advance to operate it from a distance, right? I¡¯ll look carefully later. I should be able to find the magic circle you drew in the corners of the cemetery.¡±

    From his words, the necromancer controlling the skeleton understood that he had provoked someone he could not afford to offend. Not good! He was afraid that he could not take this skeleton with him. Moreover, he would have to give up the tomb of this town in the future.

    He maneuvered the skeleton to wave his left arm and charged Robb.

    And yet¡­

    Robb cast a ¡®Dispel¡¯ spell and the skeleton fell limply at his feet.

    Obviously, the necromancer hadn¡¯t had time to turn the skeleton into a real undead monster. If it had been turned into one, simple Dispel spells wouldn¡¯t have stopped it. At the very least, he¡¯d have had to aim the blast with holy magic. But now it was only remotely manipulated by the necromancer¡¯s magic, and it was still a soulless skeleton, not a skeleton soldier!

    This spell that used magic to manipulate skeletons remotely was, in the end, just a buff. One Dispel was enough to blow it away.

    If the necromancer¡¯s true form had been here, he might have been able to exchange blows with Robb. But with a skeleton controlled only from a distance, he would have needed only a dispelling spell to neutralize it, not to mention not being able to play in front of Robb.

    The skeleton crumpled to the ground, and the two sparks in its eye sockets slowly dimmed. The necromancer¡¯s magic had been withdrawn. It was now an ordinary skeleton. Robb was about to call Lillian to come and put the skeleton back in the tomb when it occurred to him that the little girl was timid. Wasn¡¯t it scary to move such an eerie skeleton?

    ¡®I guess I¡¯ll do it, then.¡¯

    He willed the magic into the skeleton¡­

    Immediately, the skeleton stirred. Two more sparks flared in its eyes, but this time it was being manipulated by Robb, not the necromancer.

    It reattached its broken left arm first, shaking its hands and feet to make sure it wasn¡¯t missing an arm or a leg. It grinned widely and cracked a laugh. Then it made a face at Lillian. Since it had no facial muscles, the face was actually meaningless. From Lillian¡¯s eyes, the skeleton merely shook its head at her. Then it crunched back into the tomb and lay down, folding its arms across its chest. The sparks in its eyes slowly dimmed again.

    Robb finished the ¡°Manipulation Skull¡± spell and smiled at a stunned Lillian. ¡°Bury this tomb, too!¡±

 Chapter 18

    Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

    Lillian was filled with wonder. Her master could manipulate skeletons? That was odd! Wasn¡¯t her master a priest? An emissary of the glorious and Holy God of Light? How could he manipulate such sinister and evil magic as skeletons? Part of her wanted to ask, but she didn¡¯t dare. She kept it to herself.

    However, her beauty was too outstanding. The thoughts that she had been hiding in her heart were all displayed on her face.

    Robb winked at her and smiled. ¡°I¡¯m a messenger of God. I just used the Light to purify these bones, and they obeyed God¡¯s will and went back to the tomb to lie down. It¡¯s not some insidious, evil magic.¡±

    ¡°Aye? I see.¡± Lillian smiled immediately. ¡°I knew Master was a good man.¡±

    ¡°All right! Hurry up and bury it.¡±

    ¡°As you command, Master.¡± Lillian, with her usual enthusiasm, dug in the earth with her shovel and properly reburied all three graves. Robb took advantage of the moment to go around the cemetery. As he had expected, the four corners of the cemetery were painted with strange magical runes¡­

    To be honest, Robb did not recognize the runes. Although he knew they were for remote manipulation of skeletons, and he knew the art of remote manipulation of the undead, he could only use them and not cast them.

    This was because in the game, when magic was used, the light particles on the screen would flash and then fill the screen with all kinds of gorgeous effects. Occasionally, a huge magic array would appear on the ground, but most players would not foolishly study how the magic array was drawn. The more complicated the magic array, the less players would look at the small symbols on it.

    Well, what the hell. If he didn¡¯t know it, so be it. In any case, even if Robb wasn¡¯t wearing any equipment and was naked, most magic wouldn¡¯t be able to break his basic defense. It would be naive to think that he could be tricked by drawing a magic circle on the ground. He could stand in a middle-level pile of monsters and let them fight him for half an hour, before nursing himself back to full health.

    He slapped four Dispel spells on the runes in the four corners of the cemetery and watched them slowly disappear. Then he clapped his hands. ¡°Lillian, are you done burying?¡±

    ¡®It¡¯s finished, Master!¡¯

    ¡°Okay, then let¡¯s go back and rest.¡±

    ¡°Eh? Master! Going back like this? Don¡¯t we need to keep watch?¡± Lillian said. ¡°What if the thief who stole the bones comes again? You seem to have ruined things for him. I¡¯m afraid the thief will fly into a rage and come after you.¡±

    ¡°Come looking for trouble?¡± Robb used his scouting spell again to scan the area within a 5,000-yard radius. He shook his head. ¡°He¡¯s a long way from us. I don¡¯t think he¡¯ll come. If he does, it¡¯ll be a good thing. I can hang him over the ceiling fan and whip him around in a spiral¡­ Oh, and the fan has to be in fifth gear!¡±

    Lillian looked stunned. ¡°What¡¯s a ceiling fan?¡±

    Robb gestured with his hand to indicate the general shape of the ceiling fan. ¡°It¡¯s a torture device. It¡¯s usually suspended from the ceiling, with the bad guy hanging from it. Turn on five gears, and the bad guy will keep spinning. Then we whip him, and we can hit every piece of flesh on his body, front, back, left, and right, evenly.¡±

    Lillian stuck out her tongue. ¡°I don¡¯t really understand it, but it sounds amazing.¡±

    Robb laughed. ¡°Well, let¡¯s go back to the house and get some sleep. Tomorrow we¡¯ll have to tell the townspeople about what happened here, especially the dozens of skeletons that were already stolen before I got here. We¡¯ll have to make that clear to them. I¡¯m not taking the blame if it¡¯s not mine.¡±

    They each went back to the house. Robb had not slept well the night before at the mayor¡¯s house. He had almost gone mad with Gorda¡¯s snoring, and he was quite sleepy tonight. He fell asleep as soon as he got back to the house.

    Lillian, on the other hand, did not sleep as well as he did. She returned to her servant¡¯s quarters and snuggled into the warm quilt. Her small head poked out from beneath the covers, and she was pleased to see the new furniture in her room. ¡®It feels good to have a new life unfolding!¡¯

    The next day!

    In the early hours of the morning, Lillian went to inform the mayor of the events of the previous night. The mayor quickly issued an announcement to all the townspeople.

    When they heard that bones had been stolen from the cemetery, the townspeople were all shocked. This matter was urgently related to the interests of the entire town. They had to come and take a look. Therefore, the hundreds of families in Westwind Town were all here now. The cemetery was filled with people.

    At this moment, Robb and the mayor were standing in front of the dozens of tombs that had been emptied. Beside them were dozens of townspeople, looking sadly at the empty tombs.

    ¡°My father¡¯s skeleton¡­ It was indeed stolen¡­ Wahaha¡­ Who was so crazy?¡± A middle-aged woman knelt on the ground and wailed.

    ¡°And my mother¡¯s bones are gone! If I find that thief, I¡¯ll cut his head off,¡± a blacksmith with an axe was bellowing.

    The mayor turned away and said angrily, ¡°Shut up. Can¡¯t you see I¡¯m about to discuss something with the Priest? How can we talk when you¡¯re making so much noise?¡±

    The dozens of families were afraid of the mayor¡¯s authority, so they could only force themselves to lower their voices and sob softly.

    Only then did the mayor turn to Robb and bow. ¡°Mr Robert. It¡¯s a good thing you stayed here last night and saved the three tombs. Otherwise, three more families would be kneeling here crying.¡±

    ¡°Well!¡± Robb said. ¡°It was nothing.¡±

    Of course, it was a piece of cake for him, but it was a great kindness to the townspeople whose graves had been preserved. They were profusely thanking the God of Light and the ¡°merciful¡± Robb.

    Robb was annoyed that they had put the God of Light¡¯s gratitude before anything else. Damn, what the hell did this have to do with the God of Light? It was all his doing. It had nothing to do with the God of Light.

    ¡°Mr Robert! Look, what should we do about this?¡± said the mayor. ¡°Should I organize some townspeople to go into the mountains and search for that damned skeleton thief? Or should I pay adventurers to come¡ª¡±

    As soon as Robb heard the last syllable, he understood that the adventurer was just saying it on purpose to make it sound better. This guy¡¯s real intention was for him to take the initiative to capture him!

    Stop talking nonsense. I¡¯m not going to do such a stupid thing. I¡¯m tired of playing games like this, okay? This is no different from the game¡¯s ¡°Investigate some case and uncover the mastermind¡± mission! It¡¯s nothing new! I¡¯m not playing.

    Robb put on a stern face. He was ready to start bluffing. He had to bluff someone else into dealing with this. In any case, he would not go. He spoke in a solemn, serious tone. ¡°My boy, you seem to take this too lightly. Do you think the man behind this is just a lowly thief? Do you think this is an incident that a group of townspeople or adventurers can solve? Then you are naive! The God of Light has sent me an oracle. This thing before us is a great conspiracy. Soon there will be darkness over the land!¡±

 Chapter 19

    Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

    Robb¡¯s words were so shocking that the mayor almost fell to his knees. The townspeople, who had heard them, gaped in shock and confusion.

    The mayor said, ¡°A great conspiracy? What¡­ what¡­ what conspiracy?¡±

    Robb said, ¡°Look at the dozens of empty tombs here. That means dozens of skeletons were stolen days before I moved into Westwind.¡±

    ¡°Yes!¡± The mayor nodded. ¡°Of course we can see that.¡±

    Robb said, ¡°I just told you what happened last night. The person behind this is a necromancer. Think about it. It¡¯s been days since a necromancer stole dozens of skeletons. So what have they become?¡±

    The mayor was shocked. ¡°Are you saying they¡¯ve been refined into undead skeleton soldiers?¡±

    ¡°Right!¡± Robb said. ¡°Obviously, after all these days, necromancers have been infusing them with magic. They¡¯re no longer skeletons. They¡¯ve become the undead. And this necromancer isn¡¯t satisfied. He¡¯s continuing to steal the bones. If I hadn¡¯t intervened last night, at least dozens more of them would have risen from the ground and gone to the necromancer themselves. Are you sure he only has the dozens of skeleton soldiers he stole earlier? Maybe he¡¯s got hundreds, thousands, of them somewhere else.¡±

    The mayor began to seriously consider the significance of this. After a few seconds, he seemed to understand. His expression changed drastically. ¡°Oh my, what is this necromancer trying to do by refining so many skeleton soldiers? Could it be¡­ could it be¡­¡±

    Robb nodded. ¡°You¡¯re right. Obviously, this necromancer is working on a grand conspiracy. He¡¯s building an army of the dead, and of course he¡¯s building it for one purpose only: to massacre a town! To take over a territory! Maybe he¡¯s even preparing to subvert the Magic Kingdom of Gran, overthrow the Knight¡¯s Kingdom of Noma, conquer the Rabbit Kingdom of Tang in the east, take over the Central Plains, conquer the world, and unify the Land of Fomor¡­¡±

    In any case, he had to try his best to deceive the mayor! Robb was afraid that the matter would not blow up, so he spun out the worst possibility. Anyway, there was no cost to spouting nonsense. He could analyze it however he wanted. If he analyzed it too much and realized that it was really just a thief, he could just say that he was thinking deeply and taking precautions. In any case, it made sense. This was the nature of a charlatan.

    The mayor¡¯s mind was muddled by the deception. It was as if he could already see an army of undead coming at him with knives. His face darkened completely. ¡°Mr Robert, you¡¯re right! This is indeed not a problem that a group of townspeople or a team of adventurers can solve. This matter must be reported to the lord as soon as possible. The lord must send troops to deal with it.¡±

    ¡°Well, that¡¯s very wise of you.¡± Robb clapped him on the shoulder. ¡°Go and ask the lord to deal with it.¡±

    He was secretly pleased. ¡®All right, that¡¯s done! I¡¯m not in charge of this anymore. Let the lord worry about it. Let him lead his troops into the Black Pine Mountains and search like an idiot for a necromancer who¡¯s hiding somewhere. I¡¯ve done this foolish thing many times in the game before. Now let¡¯s not be foolish again.¡¯

    And so¡­

    The mayor hurried off to pen a letter to the lord, and the townspeople dispersed after a good cry. In a few moments, Lillian, who had gone out to gather information, returned to report to Robb. ¡°The mayor wrote a letter and gave it to the merchant, who set off with the letter and his caravan, heading southeast toward the Path of Light. He said he wanted to deliver the letter to Grand Duke Yingshi on the way.¡±

    The Path of Light was an important city on the western frontier of the Magic Kingdom of Gran. Or perhaps it was more accurate to call it a military town. It was overseen by the Kingdom¡¯s famous Grand Duke, Yingshi. He was a formidable Paladin who commanded the Magic Kingdom¡¯s famous Order of the White Lion. All the small castles, towns, and villages in the western part of the kingdom were under Yingshi¡¯s jurisdiction.

    Since something had happened in Westwind Town, it was only natural for Yingshi to be in charge. However, he definitely wouldn¡¯t come personally. He should have sent a random subordinate to lead a small team to investigate first.

    Of course, this had nothing to do with Robb. As long as he didn¡¯t have to go, anyone else could catch the bad guy.

    The town was quiet again, and Robb was once more lazy.

    ¡°I¡¯d like to learn the dish you made yesterday, Master,¡± Lillian said, returning with two slices of beef tenderloin and a cute expression. ¡°I can¡¯t just make a large mixed stew. From now on, since I¡¯m in charge of your daily diet, I¡¯ll also have to make food that will please you¡­ can you give me some pointers?¡±

    Pointers my ass. That¡¯s a chef¡¯s skill in the game. I really can¡¯t teach you. Robb could only rack his brains. He finally came up with the real way to cook a steak. ¡°First, you beat the tenderloin with a stick until it¡¯s soft. Then you chop the mushrooms into sauce and mix them with salt and pepper. You make the mushroom sauce. Heat the pan, put a layer of butter on top of it, and when the oil has melted, you fry the beef on top until it¡¯s medium well. Finally, you pour on the mushroom sauce¡­ hmm¡­ that¡¯s about it.¡±

    ¡°It¡¯s¡ªit¡¯s so complicated?¡± Lillian was stunned. ¡°I saw Master make it yesterday. Didn¡¯t Master just rub it with beef, mushrooms, and salt? Why are there so many steps when I make it? And a few extra ingredients?¡±

    Robb had no choice but to play coy. ¡°I was using magic. Do you know magic?¡±

    Lillian shook her head piteously. ¡°No!¡±

    Robb said, ¡°If you don¡¯t then you¡¯re just going to obediently do more steps.¡±

    Lillian went pitifully into the kitchen to do some cooking research¡­

    Robb sat in the front yard, staring into space and feeling lazy. After a long time, he suddenly noticed a middle-aged townsman peering out of the churchyard, as if he wanted to come in but was a little afraid to.

    Robb shouted at the top of his lungs, ¡°Hey! Who are you¡­ Ahem¡­ Who are you? Why are you walking around outside my house?¡±

    The townsman was startled by his shout, but since Robb had seen him, he had to bite the bullet and come over. He walked over to Robb and hung his head. ¡°Mr Robert, I¡¯m here to confess. But I¡¯m a little scared, which is why I¡¯m loitering outside.¡±

    ¡°Oh? Confession?¡± Robb understood immediately. It was the project where he sat in the cottage and listened to the confessions of the people outside. He had never played this thing in a game. He was suddenly interested and wanted to play! Very much.

    He quickly got out of his slump and jumped up from the stone bench. ¡°Very good! Don¡¯t be afraid! Confess your sins to the gods so that you can move forward. Let¡¯s begin immediately.¡±

 Chapter 20 - Why Dont You Guys Play With Me?

    Chapter 20 Why Don¡¯t You Guys Play With Me?

    Robb sat in the cabin. Of course, the run-down house had a proper name. It was called the confessional. He sat inside while the townsman sat outside, poised to confess.

    Confession was a very sacred thing for the followers of the Church of Light. Usually the process was for the believer to confess to the priest and to repent and correct the sins he had confessed. The priest would comfort him for a while, indicating that they could forgive his sins. Then the confessor¡¯s heart would finally be freed and he could face the rest of his days with a smile.

    The townsman whispered across the cabin, ¡°Father, I¡­ I¡¯m guilty of laziness. I¡¯ve been slacking off a lot lately.¡±

    ¡°What? Laziness?¡± Robb said immediately. ¡°My child, your behavior is understandable! Laziness is a momentary pleasure, but constant laziness is always a pleasure! Being lazy is the best way for humans to be happy. As for diligence, what¡¯s the use of it? Diligence is temporary, and diligence requires constant effort! When you get everything through diligence, you realize that you also get endless emptiness at the same time. It¡¯s terrible to lose your pursuit. Let me tell you, you can be anything but you shouldn¡¯t try too hard. If you try too hard, you¡¯ll burn out. If you don¡¯t, you¡¯ll live like a dog. Laziness! Be lazy to your heart¡¯s content! When you start slacking, you realize that the world is a beautiful place.¡±

    The townspeople said nothing.

    Robb said, ¡°Ah, I accidentally said a little more. Continue with your confession.¡±

    The townspeople said, ¡°Goodbye! Sorry to disturb you!¡±

    ¡°Hey, don¡¯t go. Keep confessing. I haven¡¯t had enough fun!¡±

    The townsman walked away, with unusual determination, because he had lost his mind in an instant and felt like an idiot. He had to retreat quickly. If he retreated any later, he would be crippled for the rest of his life. The moment he walked out of the church, he silently made up his mind. I have to work hard. I have to fight. I must not become one of those lazy people the Father was talking about.

    ¡°Eh? Wait!¡± The townsman suddenly understood. ¡°He¡¯s deliberately being sarcastic. It sounds as if he¡¯s saying that there are many benefits to being lazy, but he can¡¯t say anything about the real benefits. What¡¯s the use of realizing the world is a beautiful place? I still won¡¯t get anything. He¡¯s trying to warn me that being lazy is useless. I won¡¯t get anything. And what he¡¯s really saying is that you can get everything by being hardworking! You can even lose your pursuit because you¡¯re too rich. I want to be rich and lose my dreams! He deliberately hid that truth in between the lines. I almost didn¡¯t notice.¡±

    ¡°Wise Father, your child will always remember your teachings.¡± The townsman bowed deeply to Robb at the church door and turned away. Encouraged, he was full of energy.

    Robb squatted on the floor in the corner and drew circles. ¡°Don¡¯t go! Come back and play confession with me.¡±

    ¡°Master! The steak I tried to make was a success.¡± Lillian came running out happily with two plates. She was startled to see Robb crouched on the floor, drawing circles. ¡°Master, what¡¯s wrong? Is it your stomach?¡±

    ¡°No! I¡¯m fine.¡± Quickly regaining his straight face, Robb climbed to his feet, dusted himself off, and sat down. ¡°Ahem, Lillian, come, come, let me try your steak.¡±

    Lillian happily placed a plate of steak in front of Robb. She set out knives and forks and even helped him wrap a napkin around it. Her small hands gently tugged at the corners of the napkin at the back of his neck, making his heart itch.

    ¡°Well, I came to see how your steak was.¡± Robb picked up his knife and fork and stared at it. The steak on his plate looked good. It looked delicious.

    At that moment, a young woman came to the door of the church. She was average-looking, not nearly as good-looking as Lillian, but she¡¯s considered pretty in a small town like this. ¡°Father. I¡­ I¡¯m here to do a¡­ confession.¡±

    ¡°Oh? Come on.¡± Delighted, Robb quickly picked up the plate of steaks and darted into the cottage. Sit tight, hey, and eat your steak while you listen to confessions. These days were as merry as gods.

    The woman sat down outside the cottage!

    No one could see anyone through the cabin. She had no idea that the priest was in the cabin, cutting steak with a fork in his left hand and a knife in his right.

    The woman said carefully, ¡°Father. I have sinned greatly. I¡­ I cheated on my husband and spent the night with a handsome young man.¡±

    ¡°Poof!¡±

    Robb had just stuffed the steak into his mouth when he felt an indescribable taste of horror spread through his mouth. What in heaven, what was it like? This feeling of instantly destroying all the taste nerves and numbing all the taste buds in his mouth¡­ Ahhh! Lillian! Are you trying to poison your master?

    Pu! Pu! Pu! Hurry up and spit it out!

    The woman outside tensed. ¡®Oh no, Father threw up as soon as I said I was cheating. Is this¡­ is this a sign of anger?¡¯

    The woman said quickly, ¡°I regret it now. I want to repent. Is there any way to make up for a sin I committed?¡±.

    Whoosh! A plate of steak was handed out of the cottage. ¡°Come and do me a favor,¡± Robb said in a bitter tone. ¡°Help me eat it before my little maid sees it.¡±

    The woman looked confused as she took the plate containing the steak and looked at it. It was such a good dish made from a whole piece of beef. It seemed to be very expensive. Could this be the kind of thing that noble lords often ate, something called steak? What does Father mean by giving me this to eat? I didn¡¯t understand what Father meant at all. Forget it, I¡¯ll take a bite first.

    With trembling hands, she cut off a piece of beef and put it in her mouth.

    ¡°BOOM!¡±

    Her brain was shaking!

    The woman burst into tears. ¡°Farewell! Excuse me.¡±

    Robb was anxious. ¡°Hey, don¡¯t go. Confess while you eat. I haven¡¯t had enough fun!¡±

    The woman walked away with unusual determination. She was afraid that if she stayed any longer, she would be poisoned. It was only when she walked out of the church and stood in the street that she suddenly understood. ¡°Father, I understand now! Cheating, like this piece of beef, looks beautiful and noble, but it¡¯s actually poison. It will destroy me and kill me. You deliberately spat a few times to teach me to spit it out quickly. Don¡¯t be charmed by it just because it looks beautiful! That means telling me not to indulge in the temptation of cheating. I have to correct myself quickly after doing something bad. Don¡¯t fall any deeper into it. I understand everything you mean.¡±

    The woman rose and bowed deeply in the direction of the church. ¡°Father, I will remember your teaching and live my days in repentance and be a good wife and mother in the future. I will never do anything against my conscience again.¡±

    Robb was rolling around in the church. ¡°Ahhh, why? There¡¯s no one to play confession with me! This is the only activity I¡¯m not sick of. Why don¡¯t you guys play with

    me?¡±

 Chapter 21 - Gotta Relieve Lillian From Work

    Chapter 21 Gotta Relieve Lillian From Work

    Three days later, Lillian¡¯s steak was finally barely edible, at the cost of a dozen chunks of beef tenderloin, a good basket of mushrooms, plenty of salt, and half a bottle of pepper that cost more than gold. For children raised in poverty, the waste of food was shameful and unforgivable, and Lillian found it disconcerting.

    However, this loss was completely fine for Robb, who had nearly a hundred gold coins in his pocket. He would be lucky if she stopped poisoning her master.

    Now a new problem was beginning to haunt Robb. It was¡ªhe¡¯s tired of playing confession!

    The confession was a little fun at first, but for three days in a row, Robb heard almost the same things. The blacksmith in the east stole the farmer¡¯s chicken, the farmer in the west slept with the wife of the herb gatherer in the south, the wife of the herb gatherer in the south stole from the miner in the north, and then the miner in the north slept with the blacksmith¡¯s wife¡­

    In this small town, a group of simple and primitive townspeople could not play any new tricks. All they could do was repent for some meaningless parental nonsense. After Robb had heard all about it, he could almost say that he had grasped the situation of the town. It would be strange if he did not get tired of it.

    Fortunately, after Robb had tired of playing, there were not many villagers who came to confess. It turned out that there had been no priests in the town before. The townspeople had a backlog of family affairs that required penance, and they had all erupted in three days. Then they had run out of things to confess, and needed life to move on before there was anything new to confess.

    So Robb¡¯s little church was calm again.

    ¡°Ah! Now that no one has come to confess, I can resume our idleness.¡± Robb rolled over on the stone bench in the courtyard and lay on his side, looking at Lillian.

    Lillian was not idle. She was digging the barren field in the courtyard with a hoe. It was actually inconvenient to dig in a maid¡¯s uniform, but she insisted on wearing the clothes her master had given her instead of her usual bobbins. The hoe dug into the ground, digging holes in the field.

    Robb asked aloud: ¡°What are you going to plant, Lillian?¡±

    ea

    Lillian wiped the sweat from her forehead and replied with a smile, ¡°Potatoes! We have a field, so of course we have to use it to grow some potatoes.¡±

    Robb said, ¡°Oh, we can plant them, but there¡¯s no need! Can¡¯t we just let this lousy place run wild and buy potatoes?¡±

    Lillian shook her head. ¡°Master¡¯s money didn¡¯t come from nowhere. I wasted a lot of it making steaks the other day. I¡¯m going to grow potatoes and help Master earn that money back.¡±

    Robb thought: My money is no different from the wind. Well! Forget it. The little girl probably can¡¯t stay idle. Not everyone can sit on a stone chair all day without moving like me.

    He saw that Lillian had been digging in the wasteland for some time and was sweating with exhaustion. When she turned back and saw that the glass of water on Robb¡¯s table was empty, she put down the hoe again, ran quickly to the well, laboriously fetched a large bucket of water, and went into the kitchen to boil it.

    Seeing her busy with a large bucket of water, Robb suddenly felt sorry for her. It would be exhausting to have to do everything at home on her own. No, I have to think of something to take some of the pressure off her work.

    The simplest solution, of course, was to buy a few more maids. However, Westwinds was too small a town to have many merchants. The limited number of merchants were mostly local small traders, and they were not really merchants. They sold only cloth, salt, tools of war, farm implements, and other daily necessities. They did not sell anything as grand as servants.

    And the only major merchant with the means to travel far and wide, the shrewd fellow who had sold Lillian to Robb, was now on his way to the Path of Light with the mayor¡¯s letter. Then he would have to go to Saint¡¯s Capital to sell the wyvern leather armor that Robb had given him. After that, he would probably have to go to a lot of places to stock up and so on. He would have to make a big round on the map before returning to Westwind.

    In the past, merchants went out for months at a time. It would be a long wait to expect to buy a maid from him.

    Robb was a little sorry that he had not bought a few more maids at once. He could not buy them now, even if he wanted to. It was very upsetting!

    ¡®I can¡¯t tire my little maid, but I¡¯m not too willing to go and help. If I do help Lilian with this and that, it¡¯ll look like I¡¯m being gentle, but wouldn¡¯t the blissful feudal life of leisure be completely ruined?¡¯

    With that thought in mind, Lillian came out of the kitchen and went to the well to draw another large bucket of water. Then she struggled to carry the bucket to the kitchen.

    Robb decided that first he would have to help Lillian with the problem of fetching water. Since she was from the modern era and much more hygienic than the medieval people of the past, what Lillian did most of the day was to fetch water. In the morning, she would have to boil water to wash Robb¡¯s face and rinse his mouth. Then she would have to boil water several times a day for him to make tea, and at night she would have to fetch a very large bucket of water for him to bathe in. Coupled with the fact that he had to wash his hands before and after meals, and was very particular about the cleanliness of his cutlery and cups, before using them, he would ask Lillian to wash them with water. He also changed his clothes frequently, which used several times more water than a normal person.

    In the future, when the wasteland was reclaimed, and she started to plant potatoes, she would have to fetch water often to irrigate the fields.

    It wasn¡¯t an exaggeration to say that fetching water was Lillian¡¯s most time-consuming and laborious task at this stage. If he solved the problem of fetching water, Lillian would have a much easier time.

    Robb slapped his forehead and made a ridiculous decision. ¡°Why don¡¯t we just make a running water system? Lillian won¡¯t be so tired from fetching water.¡±

    He shouted at the top of his voice, ¡°Lillian, stop what you¡¯re doing after you¡¯ve boiled the water. Go into town and help me find a mason and a blacksmith¡­¡±

    The words were barely out of her mouth, and before Lillian could respond, she heard a woman¡¯s anxious cry outside the church¡¯s front door. ¡°Father, please save my husband. He just fell off a cliff and broke a leg.¡±

    ¡°Yo?¡± Robb turned to the courtyard door and saw a plump, middle-aged woman in a sackcloth standing there with a middle-aged man on her back. The man¡¯s face was gray, and his sackcloth was torn in many places. One of his legs was bent in a strange, bloody way.

    ¡®Well, that explains everything.¡¯

    ser

    There had been no priests in this town in the past. When the villagers were injured, they could only wrap their injuries in medicinal herbs and treat them. Not only would the treatment be slower, but the patients would also have to suffer for a long time. In the end, they might even be crippled for life.

    But now there was a priest in the town, and that, of course, made all the difference. A priest could use holy magic to heal wounds. Once healed, it would be quick and sure. It wouldn¡¯t leave the patient in pain for long, and there would be no side effects. Then, of course, they would come to the priest.

 Chapter 22 - I Want to Teach You God-like Crafting

    Chapter 22 I Want to Teach You God-like Crafting

    Robb¡¯s eyes scanned the middle-aged man¡¯s broken leg. ¡°He¡¯s badly hurt.¡±

    The middle-aged woman hurriedly said, ¡°We are both loyal believers of the Church of Light. Please save my husband.¡±

    It¡¯s none of my business whether you believe in the Church of Light! Robb thought to himself, but he did not say it out loud. There was no need to get himself into trouble. It would be fun to be a priest, right?

    He put on a glorious, holy expression and said, ¡°Oh! My children, it breaks my heart that you have suffered so much. May God bless you¡­¡±

    Just as he was about to cast a healing spell, he suddenly remembered what Snow Dew had said. She had seen him casting a spell without needing incantations. She suspected that he had a divine artifact that reduced the time needed to chant the spell. This was not a good misunderstanding. He did not have to keep making others think that he had valuable items on him. What if he attracted some hooligans who wanted to plot against him?

    Robb was not afraid of trouble, but he did not like to cause trouble for himself. Living in a ¡°fear-based¡± environment every day means he could not afford to be lazy.

    ¡®I¡¯d better pretend to chant.¡¯

    He didn¡¯t know how the real incantations in this world were recited, so he followed Snow Dew¡¯s incantation and recited blindly, ¡°The God of Light¡­¡± He paused. He didn¡¯t know the name of the God of Light at all. In fact, the name of the God of Light had been written in the background of the game, but he had never taken the time to read what¡¯s in the background.

    Screw it! Forget it. Who cared what the God of Light¡¯s name was? He skipped it and deliberately lowered his voice. He mumbled a few syllables that he couldn¡¯t even make out. Even if he said the God of Light¡¯s name, he continued, ¡°Please listen to my request¡­ and lend me the divine power temporarily¡­ Heal!¡±

    Seeing that the priest was chanting seriously, the middle-aged woman quickly laid her husband flat on the ground. Then she quickly knelt down and crossed her arms over her chest in a pious prayer. A golden light enveloped the middle-aged man¡¯s body. His twisted leg instantly returned to normal, and the color returned to his gray face. Then the middle-aged man jumped up.

    The man must have sensed that his jump was extremely rude. As soon as he jumped up, he immediately knelt down again. ¡°Thank you, God of Light. Thank you, Father.¡±

    ¡°Well, all right! Get up.¡± Robb was beginning to feel annoyed again. Always putting the God of Light before me. Well, never mind. I¡¯m a magnanimous man. I won¡¯t argue with you over such a small matter.

    The middle-aged man stood up and respectfully handed over a few silver coins with both hands. ¡°Father, I want to donate this money to the church.¡±

    Robb knew he was paying for the treatment. It was not a donation to the church. It was just a nice way of putting it. But he could not be bothered to take the few silver coins. He smiled. ¡°You don¡¯t have to donate the money. I want you to do something for the church. Is that all right?¡±

    The couple, of course, didn¡¯t dare say no. They nodded quickly. ¡°It¡¯s an honor to serve the Church.¡±

    Robb said, ¡°Just help me get a mason and a blacksmith from the town.¡±

    The couple looked at each other. It took them a moment to understand that the priest was taking pity on them poor people and was unwilling to take their money. It was such a merciful thing to heal a leg for something as trivial as helping to find someone in the town.

    Praise the God of Light, praise the Benevolence, praise the world.

    The middle-aged man said respectfully, ¡°There¡¯s no need to look for a blacksmith. I¡¯m a blacksmith! I¡¯ll remain here to be of service. Let my wife find a mason for you.¡±

    The middle-aged woman bowed respectfully to Robb, then ran off to the town to find the masons. The blacksmith stayed behind, standing with his hands at his sides, ready to do whatever Robb needed.

    Robb laughed. ¡°I didn¡¯t know you were a blacksmith. That¡¯s good! Are you good at casting?¡± The smith nodded. ¡°Yes. I¡¯m quite good at my craft. No matter how complicated the chain mail, I can make it perfectly.¡± Robb¡¯s face broke into a smile. ¡°So now, I¡¯m going to pass on to you a very useful piece of knowledge, a god-like skill. Will you learn

    it?¡±

    In fact, the priests of the West were often also spreaders of knowledge. They would spread all kinds of technology and knowledge all over the world to recruit believers. Therefore, it was very common for priests to impart knowledge to the common people. Robb¡¯s words did not arouse the middle-aged man¡¯s suspicion at all. Instead, he was overjoyed. ¡°I¡¯m willing! Father, you not only treat my injuries but also impart knowledge to me. You¡­ you¡¯re really the messenger of God.¡±

    ¡°Well, well.¡± Robb smiled. ¡°First of all, do you know how to make iron pipes?¡± He gestured with his hand to a thin pipe like a tap hose.

    The blacksmith was immediately embarrassed. ¡°I¡¯m sorry¡­ but no!¡±

    Robb said, ¡°Weren¡¯t you just talking about your skills?¡±

    The blacksmith looked embarrassed. ¡°The iron pipe is a very advanced technology. It¡¯s usually used to make fire ingots. It¡¯s not something a countryside blacksmith like me can do. It¡¯s a divine skill that only the military blacksmiths in the capital have mastered.¡±

    ¡°Divine skill my ass, don¡¯t call a mere iron pipe a divine skill,¡± Robb said. ¡°Now listen carefully. First you melt the iron, then you wrap the molten iron around a steel rod and beat it evenly. When it has solidified a little, you pull the center rod away, and it forms an iron pipe.¡±

    The blacksmith looked stunned. ¡°What? That¡¯s easy?¡± He thought about it seriously for a few seconds, then exulted. ¡°Thank you, Father. Thank you so much for teaching me. Now I can be as good as a blacksmith in the capital.¡±

    Robb said, ¡°I¡¯ll ask you next. Do you know how to make a tap?¡±

    ¡°What¡¯s a tap?¡±

    Robb had no choice but to draw a faucet on the ground with a branch and tell the blacksmith how to make the valve inside. It was a little difficult for a countryside blacksmith. After a long explanation, the blacksmith finally understood. But Robb did not know if the man would be able to make it. He guessed that even if he succeeded, he would not be precise enough. There would be a slight leakage, but it did not matter. So be it. He would just take a basin and catch it under the faucet.

    ¡°This is a little complicated, but if I think about it carefully, I¡¯m sure I can make it for Father,¡± the blacksmith said respectfully. ¡°Give me two days, no, three days. It should work.¡±

    ¡°Good. Get it done as soon as you can. You¡¯ll have to hit a few more iron pipes, and the connection will have to be very, very long.¡± Robb pointed to the roof of the church. ¡°If you connect them, at least one of them will extend from the roof to the kitchen, and one from the roof to the fields. Oh, and one from the roof to the outhouse. Hmm! Let¡¯s consider those three positions for now. It will take a lot of iron. I¡¯m afraid you don¡¯t have enough. There¡¯s some money here. Take it and buy iron.¡±

    Instead of charging the blacksmith for his treatment, Robb gave him a handful of silver coins.

    The blacksmith was almost flattered. He could have sworn that Mr Robert was the kindest, most upright, most benevolent man he had ever met in his life. There was no other. He was the true messenger of God and possessed flawless good qualities.

    He knelt and prostrated himself, praising Robb with all the adulation he knew, then took his leave.

 Chapter 23 - Archimedes, Do You Know?

    Chapter 23 Archimedes, Do You Know?

    The masons soon arrived. The town was not large to begin with, and it took only a few minutes for the middle-aged woman to find the masons. Like the blacksmith, he was a simple and honest middle-aged man. As soon as he saw Robb, he quickly put on a respectful expression. ¡°Father, I heard you were looking for a mason. I¡¯m happy to help you.¡±

    Robb did not beat about the bush. ¡°I need you to cut off my church roof and build a cistern

    on it.¡±

    ¡°Aye?¡± The masons were startled. ¡°That¡¯s no good, Father. Build a cistern on the roof, and you¡¯ll be light-headed. The house will fall over easily, and it¡¯ll leak easily. The house will look as if it¡¯s raining.¡±

    Robb thought about it. It made sense. The level of construction was not up to the roof cistern these days.

    ¡°Tell you what, then,¡± Robb said. ¡°Set up a small stone tower next to the church, in the clearing next to the well. Then build a cistern at the top.¡±

    ¡°I can do that.¡± The mason bowed quickly. ¡°But it will require a little more labor. A lot of stones will have to be moved. I¡¯m not quite strong enough on my own.¡±

    Labor was quite troublesome for ordinary people, but for the rich, it was a small matter. Robb suddenly thought: In the past, I took on missions in the game and was ordered around by NPCs. Now it¡¯s about time to turn the tables.

    Okay, issue a construction-type mission.

    He took out two gold coins and smiled. ¡°All right. Now I¡¯m going to give you a task. You¡¯re going to help me build a small stone tower as tall as the roof. You¡¯re going to build a big cistern on it. These two coins will be your reward. You¡¯re going to find a way to hire labor. I¡¯m not going to care.¡±

    le

    The masons were overjoyed. How much could the labor in this lousy town be worth? They could hire a large number of people to queue up to carry stones for less than a few dozen silver coins. After deducting the material fees, they would earn at least a gold coin after completing this mission.

    He said happily, ¡°Father, please leave this to

    me.¡±

    The mason commended Robb with every compliment he knew and went off happily.

    Three days later!

    Next to the well, a wide stone tower was erected. Because a reservoir had to be built at the top of the tower, this stone tower could not be built very small. It had to be built to be big in the waist. The bottom was made of stone. The middle was not hollowed out at all like an ordinary ¡°tower.¡± Instead, it was all filled with stone. It was more like a stone mountain than a stone tower.

    The stone hill had been built with a full force of twenty townspeople. They had carried the stones from the rocky slopes on the side of the hill, laying them down under the direction of the masons. The gaps between the stones had been glued together with a strange mud. And they had been paid only three silver coins each for three days of work. Even so, they had been happy enough.

    The mason had coated the topmost pool with layers of waterproof material. To be honest, Robb didn¡¯t understand how people of this era could prevent leaks. He couldn¡¯t figure out what this strange material was, but it didn¡¯t matter. As long as it could hold water in the end.

    ¡°Father!¡± The masons bowed to Robb. ¡°It¡¯s done now. Once it dries, we can store water in it. If it rains before it dries, I¡¯ll be here immediately and cover it with a tarp.¡±

    Robb said: ¡°Very well. These two coins are yours.¡±

    The masons took the money. ¡°Thank you, God of Light. Thank you, Father.¡±

    ¡°Thank the gods first again? Well, if you¡¯re heartless, I¡¯ll be too.¡¯

    Robb put on his glorious, magnificent face. ¡°Oh, my child, the God of Light will remember your service to the church.¡±

    This is called giving a man a taste of his own medicine. Since you like to thank the God of Light so much, I¡¯ll let him remember your dedication. As for me, of course, I won¡¯t remember. I¡¯ll be a big, emotionless feudal landlord. Hmph!

    After collecting the money, the mason looked curiously at the stone tower that stood high by the well. ¡°Father, what exactly are you doing? Although I built this thing, I don¡¯t think it¡¯s practical at all. Why build the reservoir so high? How can you use it like this? Do you have to build a ladder to climb up every time you need water?¡±

    Robb laughed. ¡°Well, don¡¯t be hasty! You¡¯ll have your answer soon enough.¡±

    At this point, the blacksmith arrived, along with many iron pipes of various lengths and several taps.

    As soon as he saw Robb, he immediately bowed respectfully. He greeted the God of Light first, then Robb. ¡°Father, I did as you asked and finished the iron pipes and taps. After receiving the craftsmanship you taught me, I quickly made the iron pipe, but the tap was really too difficult and took a lot of time.¡±

    ¡°Well, it doesn¡¯t matter. It¡¯s understandable since it¡¯s your first time.¡± Robb smiled at the masons. ¡°Help the blacksmith and set these iron pipes in the deepest part of the cistern.¡±

    The blacksmith still didn¡¯t know exactly what he was doing, but as soon as he saw the iron pipes and looked up at the reservoir built high above, he suddenly understood. After all, he was a professional who often worked at sites involving water. He knew better than anyone that water flowed low.

    ¡°Hey, hey, hey?¡± the masons shouted. ¡°I think I understand something. So¡­ is that how the cistern is supposed to be used? Oh my goodness!¡±

    The mason felt as if he had learned something.

    However, he quickly sat on the ground dejectedly and said in frustration, ¡°No! Although it seems to be easier to get water, if it doesn¡¯t rain, the cistern won¡¯t be able to store water. This pool won¡¯t be useful at all. And even if the next storm is filled with water, as long as it doesn¡¯t rain for a few days, it will be used up. The idea of adding iron pipes to this cistern is awesome, but it¡¯s actually not very practical.¡±

    Robb patted the mason on the shoulder and smiled. ¡°Did you know about Archimedes?¡±

    ¡°I do!¡± The mire nodded sharply. ¡°There is no one on this continent who does not know Archimedes, the most famous ancient archmage.¡±

    ¡°Archmage?¡± Robb asked. ¡°Ahem!¡±

    Well, it seemed Archimedes had one in this world, but he was no longer an ordinary mathematician. He was an archmage. Never mind, that wasn¡¯t the point! First things first. Robb said: ¡°Archimedes solved the pumping problem a long time ago. It¡¯s calledArchimedes Screw.¡±

 Chapter 24 - Spiral Pump

    Chapter 24 Spiral Pump

    In B.C. Europe, Archimedes had solved the problem of the pump. He had designed a very impressive spiral pump. To Robb¡¯s surprise, in this world, Archimedes had become an archmage and had been dead for many years. Robb estimated that Archimedes¡¯ spiral pump would have been used by quite a few people in this world. This remote town just didn¡¯t know it yet.

    For the time being, Robb did not explain what an Archimedes Screw was. Instead, he had the masons work with the blacksmiths first, loading the iron pipes, the taps, and everything else. Where the pipes were connected to the iron pipes, the process of welding the ends of the pipes on the spot and then connecting them together was done similarly to where the faucets were connected to the pipes. This was the only simple and crude way to solve the problem in this age. In short, three long hoses were pulled down from the cistern and connected to the side of the church toilet, the kitchen, and the field in the yard.

    Next, he had to wait for the cistern to dry and solidify before he could use it. Only then did Robb call the blacksmith to his side and draw a diagram of the Archimedes Screw on the ground with a branch. He smiled at the blacksmith. ¡°You can make another one of these when you get back. This time the iron pipe can be made thicker, the iron sheet thinner, and bent into a spiral like this¡­ This shouldn¡¯t be too difficult, should it?¡±

    ¡°Oh, that¡¯s no problem at all,¡± said the blacksmith. ¡°I can do that.¡±

    He was excited to discover that he could learn the craftsmanship of the Divine Smith from Robb. He was so excited that even his biceps were stirring. He could not wait to see this strange thing forged.

    So, after another two days, the spiral pump came out. Although the blacksmith¡¯s skills were terrible and he couldn¡¯t make it into a beautiful streamlined shape, or even parallel to every spiral, it didn¡¯t matter if it was ugly. As long as it worked.

    There was no time for the reservoir to dry in two days. Fortunately, when no one was around at night, Robb secretly used wind and fire magic to forcefully dry the reservoir, causing it to finally catch up with the equipment made by the blacksmith.

    This morning, hundreds of townspeople had flocked to the church. Even the mayor had brought his wife along to watch the fun. In a small town like this, it was really easy to get noticed when something was going to be done in the church. When the townspeople heard that the priest was going to display great technology today, they all came to watch.

    The small courtyard of the church was crowded with people. Robb and Lillian were surrounded in the middle.

    The townspeople were pointing at the high cistern. Now and then someone mumbled quietly under their breaths.

    Robb did not need to hear it to guess that they were curious about the purpose of this thing. Well, all that was needed now was a little demonstration.

    ¡®Let¡¯s put the pump in the well, blacksmith.¡¯

    ¡°Okay, Father!¡± The blacksmith and a few of the townspeople who had come to help carried the long Archimedes Screw to the well and lowered one end of the pump into the deep well. The other end rested on the edge of the cistern. The long spiral iron cylinder attracted all the townspeople to crane their necks to

    see.

    Westwind Town was a town with ¡°mining, farming, hunting, and gathering herbs¡± as its core industry. There were many blacksmiths in this town, and there were more than a dozen blacksmiths standing among the onlookers. They looked at the spiral iron cylinder and thought to themselves, ¡°I can build this thing too, but I don¡¯t know what it¡¯s for. If it¡¯s useful, let¡¯s go build one too.¡±

    The mason leaned forward and worked the handle himself, stirring the rotor above the spiral pump. Soon the entire pump began to spin. The spiral-shaped bent pipe kept pumping water out of the well, and soon the first stream was being pumped into the reservoir.

    ¡°Eh? This is something that draws water from low places to high places.¡±

    ¡°Wow! This thing is amazing!¡±

    ¡°I heard it was invented by Archimedes, the ancient archmage.¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s amazing!¡±

    ¡°I can¡¯t believe we can pump water like this. Hey, if we set this thing up by the river, won¡¯t we be able to pump water and irrigate the farmland?¡±

    ¡°Yes, it¡¯s amazing. Let¡¯s build one for our family later.¡±

    To these simple townspeople, such craftsmanship could really be considered ¡°a work of God.¡± They could not help but sigh. As the spiral pump continued to spin, the water in the well was pumped up in large quantities. Soon the cistern was filled with water, and the masons who manned the pump were not tired at all. It was easier than he had expected to turn the pump. He could not help but cry out in wild joy. ¡°Father, this thing is amazing! I can¡¯t wait to see your next demonstration.¡±

    ¡°Well, the cistern is full, too, so let¡¯s move on to the next step.¡± Robb stepped forward, a saintly (and deceptive) smile on his face, and stood in front of that tap at the edge of the farmland. He raised one hand high and spoke to the townspeople. ¡°What you¡¯re about to see, my children, is something truly great and life-enhancing. I call it- running water.¡± ¡°Running water?¡± the townspeople whispered.

    They saw Robb¡¯s hand on the tap, lifting it gently¡­

    CRASH!

    White water gushed from the faucet.

    This result was expected by the masons. He was the first person in town to understand the water system, but the other villagers were dumbfounded. They thought about it for dozens of seconds, their eyes following the water pipe all the way to the reservoir, before they finally understood what they were seeing Robb laughed. ¡°If you want to use water anywhere in the house, all you have to do is attach the hose somewhere. At any time, all you have to do is lift the tap gently and the iron pipe will bring the water from the cistern¡­ and lift it in reverse. Look, the water has stopped¡­¡±

    With that, Robb realized that the faucet was still dripping after being held tight. Damn, there were no rubber rings in it. It was impossible not to leak. He hooked a wooden basin with his foot unobtrusively, caught it under the faucet, and continued to put on a glorious, holy face.

    ¡°WOW!¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s amazing.¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s ¡­ that¡¯s magnificent.¡±

    ¡°Praise the God of Light, praise Father, praise Archimedes, for sending aid to us with such great skill!¡±

    Robb wanted to complain again. ¡®Give Archimedes a good compliment. I¡¯m not jealous, but what the hell is the order of your compliments? Put the God of Light first and me second. All in front of Archimedes. Does Archimedes not deserve the credit? Apologize to Archimedes.¡¯

    Amidst the accolades, Robb walked to the stone chair, sat down, and instantly went into a state of indolence. ¡°All right, I¡¯ve finished my demonstration. Go about your business and stop making a fuss. I¡¯ve imparted the most wonderful knowledge to you. You can figure it out on your own.¡±

    The townspeople slowly dispersed. The mayor grabbed the masons and the blacksmith. ¡°Hey, don¡¯t go. I need to put one of these in my house too. Hurry up and help me make

    one.¡±

    ¡°Then the price¡ª¡±

    ¡°The price is negotiable¡­¡± [Robb acquired running water]

 Chapter 25 - Year of the Dancing Black Dragon

    Chapter 25 Year of the Dancing Black Dragon

    The townspeople dispersed, and the church was quiet again. Lillian leaped to the faucet, looked left, looked right, then followed Robb¡¯s example and gently lifted the faucet¡­

    ¡°WOW!¡±

    A large gush of water rushed out, startling Lillian. She hurriedly lifted the faucet back on. ¡°Master,¡± she exclaimed, ¡°this thing is so interesting.¡±

    ¡°It¡¯s not meant to be interesting,¡± Robb said lazily. ¡°It¡¯s meant to lighten your workload. I see you have to draw water many times a day, and it¡¯s tiring, so I¡¯ve created this thing just for you. In the future, when you want to use water, you can have it here with a light lift. You won¡¯t need to draw it from the well anymore. Oh, and there are taps in the kitchen as well. If you want to add any more taps somewhere, just let me know, and I¡¯ll go and get the blacksmith to set up a new one.¡±

    Lillian immediately put a touched expression on her face. Her small face was flushed. The European face had always been the very fair kind. Now, with a touch of red in the middle, it looked beautiful. Robb could not help but be a little stunned. He had never seen this scene in the game.

    ¡°Thank you, Master.¡± Lillian bit her lower lip. ¡°I swear to be loyal to you for the rest of my life.¡±

    ¡°Well, don¡¯t make those kinds of vows,¡± Robb said gently. ¡°You never know when a whole new life might come along and reach out to you. Don¡¯t be in a hurry to set a tone for your life.¡±

    He was actually lamenting about his life. Who would have thought that he would suddenly transmigrate after training to the maximum level? The ups and downs of life were really indescribable.

    ¡°Master, Master¡­ the faucet keeps dripping. It¡¯s done, isn¡¯t it?¡± Lillian called.

    ¡°Well!¡± Robb said. ¡°Fetch a pen and a white cloth. I¡¯m going to draft out a notice and post it in the center of town. I¡¯ll write a ¡®Finding Mission.¡¯ i¡¯ll give a gold coin to anyone who can find me a piece of natural rubber.¡±

    ¡°Isn¡¯t it too wasteful to spend money like this? Should we search the Black Pine Mountains ourselves?¡±

    ¡°No, I¡¯d rather die than go.¡± Robb rolled over in the stone chair. ¡°There¡¯s no way in hell I¡¯m going to search the forest like an idiot again just to find an item. Right now, I¡¯m just an NPC who issues quests, not an adventurer who completes them.¡±

    Time slows down, slows down¡­

    In the blink of an eye, a few days had passed!

    The tap in Robb¡¯s house was no longer leaking. After avoiding a small group of Goblins, a team of herb gatherers snuck into the depths of the forest and dug up a lot of herbs. At the same time, they picked up a piece of natural rubber and completed the mission given by Robb.

    The tap in Robb¡¯s house had finally taken care of its airtightness. Now it would not leak at

    all.

    Lillian¡¯s job was much easier. The water came as soon as the tap was turned on, saving her a lot of time from having to draw water. Only when the cistern ran out would she need to use the pump to fill the pool. That would take some time and effort, but it was a far cry from the carrying by the bucket she¡¯d used before.

    She had more time to stand at Robb¡¯s side, doing her needlework as quietly as she could while he slacked. Master and servant, as peaceful as in a painting.

    Now, not only could she make delicious steak, but she could also figure out how to make the maid outfit she was wearing. She did not need Robb to use his tailoring skills anymore. She could sew a maid outfit herself.

    Using her free time, she made several clothes for Robb, all of them in the style that a priest in a church should wear. Although Robb could do tailoring himself, he always felt that the clothes he made didn¡¯t smell as good as those made by a girl, so he completely ignored the problem of defense and put on the priest¡¯s garb that Lillian had made.

    That afternoon, Lillian sat down beside Robb and sewed something in her hand. ¡°The fields are ready, Master,¡± she said. ¡°When it¡¯s time to sow, we can plant potatoes.¡±

    ¡°Oh? Planting potatoes?¡± Then Robb remembered that I hadn¡¯t even asked what year it was when I arrived in this world. All I knew was that it wasn¡¯t cold to wear a T-shirt and jeans. It wasn¡¯t cold to wear a tube skirt in a cemetery in the middle of the night.

    ¡°Huh? How come you don¡¯t even know the year and the month, Master?¡± Lillian tilted her head curiously. ¡°It¡¯s 1344, the Year of the Dancing Black Dragons. The twentieth of July, and a month to the end of August before I can plant potatoes.¡±

    That got Robert. ¡°I understand 1344. Then what the hell is the Year of the Dancing Black Dragon?¡± Lillian¡¯s curiosity was piqued. Why didn¡¯t her master know? However, she was only a servant, so she had no right to question her master. She answered honestly, ¡°I¡¯ve heard from my lord since I was a child that there is a Terpsichorean Mountain in the middle of our continent. Inside it lives a black Dragon named Arvesos. It has existed since prehistoric times, so no one knows exactly how old it is. Usually, it sleeps in the Terpsichore Mountains and doesn¡¯t come out to cause trouble, but¡­ every four years, it wakes up and flies to search for treasures and plunder them back into its caves. So, every year that the number of times four is reached, one or two cities will be ransacked by the black Dragon, and the year of the four is called the Year of the Flying Black Dragon.¡±

    ¡°I see.¡± Robb used the number 1344 divided by four to come up with the answer 336. He couldn¡¯t help but click his tongue. ¡°In other words, this guy has robbed humans at least 336 times, but he hasn¡¯t been killed?¡±

    ¡°Because it¡¯s so powerful,¡± Lillian said, sticking out her tongue. ¡°There have been countless adventurers who have tried to kill it, to get their hands on the treasures that have accumulated in its cave for thousands of years. However, it can kill the greatest warrior in the world without breaking a sweat. No one can defeat the black Dragon Arvesos. We can only pray that it doesn¡¯t fly to our city.¡±

    Then Lillian said in a low voice, ¡°But I¡¯ve passed the Year of the Dancing Black Dragon three times, and I haven¡¯t seen it. A poor town like ours doesn¡¯t even have a decent piece of treasure in it. The black dragon would never be interested. It would never come to Westwind. In fact¡­ I might never get the chance to see it.¡±

    ¡°Don¡¯t jinx it!¡± Robb said. ¡°If you do, you might be able to eat at the same table with it this year.¡±

    ¡°Well? What do you mean, ¡®jinx it¡¯?¡± Lillian looked bewildered.

    ¡®Well, that¡¯s a bit hard to explain ¡­¡¯

    Robb was chatting happily with the little maid when he saw a large group of people come to the church door. The leader was the mayor. Behind him were his wife and son, and some of the most prominent wealthy people in town. They all had wives and children¡­

    Robbins was confused. ¡°What are you doing? Are you here as a group to confess?¡±

    The mayor said, ¡°Father, we¡¯ve come to ask you to come with us to the town gate to greet Baron Palses.¡±

    ¡°What?¡± Robbage said. ¡°Who is Baron Palses? I hardly know him. Why should I welcome him?¡±

 Chapter 26 - A Nun Is Coming

    Chapter 26 A Nun Is Coming

    The mayor and the rich men were instantly embarrassed. They thought to themselves, ¡®I can¡¯t believe Father doesn¡¯t even know Baron Palses.¡¯

    After several seconds, the mayor said, ¡°Actually, we don¡¯t know him well. We¡¯ve only heard of him. He¡¯s a member of the White Lion Knights, who are famous in the western frontier. He¡¯s very trusted by the commander, Grand Duke Yingshi. He came to Westwind this time because of you.¡±

    ¡°Me?¡± Robb said. ¡°I don¡¯t even know him. Why would he come for me?¡±

    The mayor said, ¡°It¡¯s¡­ it¡¯s just that a few days ago, didn¡¯t you protect the three skeletons in the cemetery from the necromancers and expose a shocking conspiracy? You wanted us to write and ask the lord to deal with it, so the merchant sent the letter into the hands of the Grand Duke. The Grand Duke took it very seriously and sent his right-hand man, Baron Palses, to deal with it.¡±

    ¡®So that¡¯s what happened!¡¯

    Robb had been playing with the little maid for the past few days and installing tap water. He had already forgotten about the necromancer from last time. After all, he had long been tired of such a sudden world mission that popped out of nowhere and did not take it to heart at all. How could he keep thinking about it? He did not expect that his casual bluff at that time had already aroused the concern of a paladin and he had actually sent someone to cause trouble.

    So annoying!

    Robb¡¯s mouth twisted. ¡°No, no, why should I greet him? Why doesn¡¯t he come to greet

    me?¡±

    For a moment, the mayor was speechless. He thought, ¡®The priest of the Light Church is indeed a big shot. He doesn¡¯t even care about the Baron.¡¯

    However, the rich people were thinking: Father was usually very amiable to us, but he looked impatient with the last baron. It seemed that he was the kind of person who only cared about ordinary people but did not like to befriend the rich and powerful. Suddenly, they felt a sense of closeness to the Father.

    The mayor quickly said, ¡°Maiden, forget about Baron Palses. It¡¯s fine if you don¡¯t want to welcome him, but there¡¯s a nun from the Light Church traveling with Baron Palses. Well¡­ it¡¯s better if you go welcome her.¡±

    ¡°Eh? There¡¯s a nun?¡± Robb perked up instantly. ¡°Why didn¡¯t you say there was a nun? Cough! I¡¯ve always cared for my parishioners. As a fellow devotee of the God of Light, of course I have to greet her. Cough, cough! There¡¯s no one in this godforsaken town who can discuss doctrine with me. My mind has long since become a withered desert and I urgently need to enlighten myself with my parishioners. Cough, cough, cough! Enough nonsense, my children. Lead the way.¡±

    The mayor and the rich men were speechless.

    Robb turned to Lillian. ¡°Clean the house. Don¡¯t let the parishioners see our church in shambles.¡±

    ¡®Yes, Master!¡¯ Lilian hurried off to fetch a broom.

    Robb put on a fresh priest¡¯s robe that Lillian had only sewn for him. It fit him perfectly. He smoothed his golden hair and examined his face in the bronze mirror. There was no dirt on his face. Good. He was handsome beyond belief. Now he could go and see the Sister.

    Of course, I¡¯m really just going to take a look. I definitely don¡¯t have any inappropriate thoughts (serious face).

    Of course, the nun who had to pray here was really a young lady. If it was an old nun, then¡­ ahem¡­ he hoped it wouldn¡¯t come to that.

    Robb prayed earnestly to the heavens. ¡°God of Light, I¡¯ll have to ask you for help this time. I hope your nuns are all great beauties. Please don¡¯t let it be that kind of old hag. Seeing that I¡¯ve gathered quite a few believers for you, these little requests can¡¯t be too hard for you now?¡±

    They followed the mayor and his party to the eastern entrance of the town. There was an avenue of loess that led southeast to the important town of the west, the Road of Light, and then to the Holy Capital. This was the only route that merchants and armies could take. It served as a bridge between the towns of the western frontier and the capital.

    The company had been waiting at the town gate for less than ten minutes when dust kicked up on the road and a unit appeared in the distance. Robb had expected to see a cavalry unit. After all, he had just heard that it was called the Order of the White Lion or something. Instead, he saw an infantry unit.

    Moreover, this troop was completely different from the knights in heavy armor that they had imagined. They were basically swordsmen and archers in light armor. There were not many of them in total, only about a hundred.

    There were, however, two horses at the front. One was a white horse, and on it was a tall, mighty knight in heavy armor. He looked very impressive.

    The other was a red horse, a little shorter, and on its back was a nun. He couldn¡¯t see her face from a distance, but he could see that she was dressed in a blue nun¡¯s habit with white trimmings that set off her graceful figure. He could tell from her figure that she was a young girl.

    ¡°Well, it wasn¡¯t a wasted trip!¡± Robb was amused. ¡°The God of Light didn¡¯t screw me over this time, hehe.¡±

    The mayor turned to him. ¡°Father, what did you say? The voice was too soft to hear.¡±

    Robb spread his hands. ¡°I¡¯m blessing them. It must have been hard going all this way. May the God of Light bless them.¡±

    It didn¡¯t take long for the army to finally reach the front of the town. The rider flipped off his horse. He was wearing heavy armor, but he looked beautiful as he fell. You could tell he was a fierce man with a bow and horse.

    This man seemed to be Baron Palses, one of the fierce generals of the Knights of the White Lion. Robb glanced at him. Unfortunately, the real world was different from the game. It was impossible to tell at a glance what other people¡¯s professions were. Dressed like him, he could be a warrior, a holy knight, or even a clergy, because Western priests might also wear heavy armor and carry weapons into battle to cut people down. He might even be fighting the enemy until he was about to die before he suddenly remembered that he was a Clergy and threw a holy item or something. (Friends who had seen the WOW cutscenes should understand.)

    Of course, Robb¡¯s attention was not on the man. He glanced at him only briefly before turning his attention to the nun.

    The nun also dismounted. Her blue nun¡¯s dress swished through the air in a beautiful arc. It was very nice. Robb realized that the nun was also very agile. She did not look like a choir girl who only knew how to chant. When she landed and steadied herself, he could see her face clearly. She was a young woman of about twenty years old. Her features were well-defined and deep, but her expression was ice-cold. She had an authentic cold look. She had blond hair like Robb¡¯s, but her hair was almost completely covered by her hood. Only a little blond fringe could be seen.

    The baron and the nun approached Robb and the others. The mayor and the wealthy men immediately bowed. ¡°Welcome, Baron Palses.¡± They seemed to want to greet the nun as well, but they could not bring themselves to do so. ¡°Welcome, Sister,¡± they said awkwardly.

    Palses replied with an offhand ¡°Yes,¡± which dealt with the mayor and the rich. He strode over to Robb. ¡°Are you Mr. Robert? I am Baron Palses of the Order of the White Lion. It is an honor to meet you.¡±

 Chapter 27 - The Nun from the Church of Light

    Chapter 27 The Nun from the Church of Light

    Robb said: ¡°Ah, hello! It¡¯s an honor to meet

    you.¡±

    If others were polite, Robb was polite too.

    Baron Palses said in all seriousness, ¡°We received a letter from you saying that there are necromancers here stealing skeletons in a vain attempt to form an army of the undead and carry out some insane grand conspiracy. The Grand Duke takes it very seriously,¡±

    At this point, Robb felt embarrassed. A few days ago, he had thrown the blame on the mayor for being lazy. He had deliberately portrayed the situation as serious and told the mayor not to come after him. He had not expected the matter to blow up so much that the Grand Duke of the Empire had been alerted. Had he gone a little too far?

    If it was really just a thief mage stealing a few skeletons and doing something petty, the Grand Duke would definitely cry from the grievance after he mobilized everyone to investigate.

    ¡®I won¡¯t coax you with sweets if you cry.¡¯

    He was still thinking about that when Baron Palses bowed solemnly, one hand on his chest, and his upper body bowed ninety degrees forward. Because he was wearing heavy armor, it wasn¡¯t an easy bow, and his armor scraped and rattled.

    He said seriously, ¡°Thank you for providing such important information. After receiving your report, the Grand Duke sent scouts to several nearby villages to investigate. To his surprise, he found that most of the towns near the Black Pine Mountains had bones stolen. Some towns only had a few bones stolen, while others had as many as a hundred. All towns without priests had serious thefts. Counting all the stolen bones, there are more than seven hundred.¡±

    He paused to let Robb digest what he had just heard before continuing. ¡°Before you reported this, no one took it seriously. The mayors of several towns even thought the bones had been turned over by wild animals. They never thought to pursue it, so they didn¡¯t report it. It was your announcement that made the Grand Duke send scouts to finally investigate this matter.¡±

    Robb could not help but be slightly taken aback by this. He thought: What the hell, is there really something bigger at play here? Am I being blessed with a golden tongue? Words really have power.

    Baron Palses¡¯s face was grim. ¡°Obviously, you¡¯re right to be worried. There¡¯s an evil necromancer building an army of the undead. I¡¯m afraid the size of the army is already quite frightening. If left unchecked, God only knows how it¡¯s going to develop. And this year is the year of the Flying Black Dragon. All the main body of the Royal Knights are guarding Saint¡¯s City, worried that the Black Dragons might attack at any moment. We don¡¯t dare let our guard down for a moment. The main body of the White Lion Knights is also guarding the Path of Light. If the Black Dragon appears, and we have to fight them to the death, the main army won¡¯t even dare to run around now. It¡¯ll give the thieves a chance to move around. The necromancer must have seen that and used the opportunity to assemble an army. He¡¯s planning something

    big.¡±

    Robb cursed inwardly. Crap crap crap! I smell trouble coming my way.

    The baron said, ¡°The main army can¡¯t move around aimlessly right now. The Grand Duke says we have to find the necromancer¡¯s exact lair and determine his movements before we can mobilize the Knights and crush this quickly. Then we¡¯ll quickly pull back to the Path of Light and continue to guard the city against the Black Dragon. So¡­ I¡¯ll have to lead a small team to investigate. I¡¯m determined to find clues about the necromancer first and determine the direction for the main army to strike.¡±

    Robb said: ¡°Oh, I see. That must have been hard work.¡±

    He wanted to change the subject quickly. Wouldn¡¯t it be annoying if the Baron asked him to join the team and help track down the necromancer?

    Although he could refuse and even kick these people away if he was unhappy, doing so was undoubtedly an act that ruined his plan for a lazy life.

    If he refused an order from the Covenant or kicked the group in front of him, his identity as a fake priest would definitely be exposed.

    The armies of the Grand Kingdom and the Holy Church would attack like a tide, while he would have to repel them wave after wave. Wasn¡¯t this a Tower Defense mission, then?

    He¡¯s already tired of playing Tower Defense!

    Try not to cause trouble for yourself if you can. Hurry up and change the topic¡­

    Robb turned to the nun standing next to him. Now that he was standing closer, he could see her more clearly. She was tall and curvy, and even the nun¡¯s tube dress could not hide her lithe figure. Coupled with her ice, cool features and expression, she was pleasing to the eye. He said, ¡°Who is this nun?¡±

    The baron, successfully sidetracked, hurried over to make the introductions. ¡°This is the nun from the Chapel of the Holy Light at the Path of the Light, Ishgamel! Because this incident involves tracking down a necromancer, and holy magic is the bane of necromancers, the Grand Duke asked the Holy Church for assistance. The Covenant sent this nun to assist us in our investigation.¡±

    ¡®Wow!¡¯ Robb was delighted. ¡®So you already have a nun to assist you. Then you won¡¯t drag me into the group. Safe, safe, haha. This time it¡¯s safe.¡¯

    But a new question followed. If the nun was from the Church of Light, would she immediately see that he was a fake priest? Test the waters first.

    Robb smiled at Ishmael. ¡°It¡¯s good to see you, Sister.¡±

    Ishgamel, however, was expressionless. Her face was high and cold, and there was no emotion in her voice. ¡°Hello,¡± she replied stiffly. ¡°Father.¡±

    Robb was secretly pleased. ¡®Very well, call me Father. It seems she doesn¡¯t know I¡¯m a false priest.¡¯

    Come to think of it, that made sense. In the Middle Ages, information and transportation were extremely underdeveloped. The Chapel of the Holy Light, where the nun was, was only a small division under the jurisdiction of the Holy Church. How could she know if all the priests in all the churches on the continent were real?

    Not to mention her, even if the pope came, he might not be able to figure out if he was real or not. Unless the pope has a list of every priest in every church on the continent and gone through them before coming here, from Mary to Sunny, but my name never came up¡­

    Ishgamel said coldly, ¡°Father, we are here to find the necromancer as quickly as possible. Please show us the cemetery quickly. There may still be clues left behind by the necromancer.¡±

    ¡°Oh! Well, come along then.¡±

    Robb thought to himself: As long as you don¡¯t ask me for help, you can do whatever you want.

    He led the way to the church, followed by the baron and the nun, and then a large group of soldiers. The mayor and the wealthy men of the town had been driven away and wouldn¡¯t let them follow at all.

    Lillian had cleaned the church by now, even sweeping the grounds of the courtyard. She was a little frightened to see so many people, and the army. She hid behind a tree, revealing only half her face.

    Robb was worried that the ¡°noble man¡± beside him would be fierce with her. If that happened, he would have to fight with the ¡°noble man¡± to protect her. That would cause trouble for no reason, so he waved at her. Lillian understood and retreated to the servants¡¯ quarters and did not come out.

 Chapter 28 - A Low-level Priest Who Hasnt Even Learned Sacred Magic

    Chapter 28 A Low-level Priest Who Hasn¡¯t Even Learned Sacred Magic

    The soldiers did not enter the church. They stopped at the entrance and separated into groups to guard the entrance. The others spread out along the outer wall, standing one at a time to protect the entire church.

    Robb realized that although the army was small, it was well-trained. Not many people spoke in the series of movements that surrounded the church. Baron Palses had not spoken at all, and the squad leader had simply pointed, and the soldiers had found their own places to stand. It was clear that they did a lot of similar training.

    As soon as Baron Palses entered the churchyard, he found the cistern towering over the well. The cistern was built so high that when you looked at it from the ground, you couldn¡¯t see a pool above it. All you could see was a large pile of stones stacked into a stone platform.

    Intrigued, he gestured toward the cistern. ¡°Did you set up a beacon in the church, Father? But isn¡¯t this a bit low-¡°

    ¡°That¡¯s for holding water. There¡¯s a cistern up there.¡± Robb laughed.

    What was the point of hoarding the water so high? Baron Palses understood that he couldn¡¯t, but his mind wasn¡¯t on it at the moment, so he didn¡¯t ask any more questions. His priority was to find out more about the necromancer, and he didn¡¯t need anyone to lead the way. He strode toward the cemetery behind the church.

    Sister Ishgamel followed quickly, and Robb shuffled lazily.

    The baron quickly crouched down in front of one of the now-empty crypts and peered inside for a moment or two. Then he looked at the tracks in the dirt at the entrance and looked up. ¡°Sure enough,¡± he said. ¡°The skeletons crawled out of it. Even the digging was done from the inside out.¡±

    The nun walked to the mouth of the tomb, too, and hovered over it with an outstretched hand for several seconds. ¡°I can still feel that dark magic that the necromancer left here.¡±

    This nun was really quite beautiful. Her actions when she squatted down and reached out to sense the entrance of the tomb had a peaceful beauty. Coupled with her pure beautiful facial features and cold expression, she was like a still painting.

    The baron looked up at Robb. ¡°Father, can you tell us in detail what you saw that night?¡±

    ¡°Oh, no problem!¡± Robb slowly told him what he had seen that night. Of course, he told him only that he had used a dispelling spell to disperse the necromancer¡¯s manipulation. He didn¡¯t tell him that he had used the skill again to make the body crawl back into the tomb. He told him that he had moved the skeleton back into the tomb.

    The baron and the nun listened grimly. After several long seconds, the baron looked up at the hillside beside them. ¡°It seems possible that he was on that hillside at the time, manipulating the skeletons. After the priest dispelled the manipulation spell, he decisively withdrew. I think I should send a team to search that hillside immediately.¡±

    Robb thought to himself: It¡¯s not there! I checked the hillside with my scouting spell then. He wasn¡¯t there.

    But Robb would not say that, in case he got himself into trouble.

    He didn¡¯t say anything, but someone else did. Next to him, Sister Ishgamel said, ¡°My lord, I rather think the necromancer wasn¡¯t on the hillside at the time.¡±

    Robb thought: Eh? How did you know? Detective Conan, sister version? One look at the scene, and you know a bunch of things?

    The baron also turned back to her curiously. ¡°Can you tell us why, Sister?¡±

    The nun put on a cold face. ¡°This necromancer is in the middle of a grand conspiracy. He¡¯s already stolen more than seven hundred skeletons. From this, I can see that he must be very powerful. He can¡¯t be a novice, low-level mage that can manipulate within short distances, or he wouldn¡¯t have enough magic to command an army of the dead.¡±

    Robb and the baron agreed. ¡°Fair enough!¡±

    The nun said, ¡°If such a powerful necromancer had been on that hillside, do you think he would have retreated obediently? If a priest from a remote town had prevented the conspiracy, and possibly exposed it, he would have immediately killed the priest and disguised himself as a bandit to kill someone. That would have prevented Westwind from delivering that letter to the Grand Duke.¡±

    ¡°Oh,¡± said the Baron, enlightened. ¡°Yes, indeed.¡±

    Robb thought to himself: Huh? This nun is pretty smart! That made sense. The necromancer didn¡¯t know how strong I was. If he had been there, he would have rushed out to silence me. However, he was far away and couldn¡¯t attack me. Knowing that it was too late to stop me from sending the message, he simply gave up the idea of killing me. Of course, he was wise to give up. Otherwise, he would be hanging from the ceiling fan.

    At that moment, the baron immediately added on a whim, ¡°What if the necromancer is afraid to attack this priest because he¡¯s afraid of being restrained by holy magic?¡±

    The nun¡¯s face hardened as she shook her head. ¡°Although holy magic counters necromancers¡­ that depends on who¡¯s using it. A powerful necromancer doesn¡¯t fear a low-level priest who hasn¡¯t even learned all the holy magic. The so-called restraint can only be said when their powers are equal.¡±

    ¡°Oh, I see.¡± The baron nodded and dropped the suggestion.

    However, this conversation between the two of them had directly labeled Robb as a low-level priest who had not even learned all the divine magic.

    Robb did not know how to rebutt the two of them, so he comforted himself. Forget it. The nuns from the big city had a lot of bad habits. In her eyes, the small village priest was definitely not strong. I won¡¯t argue. I¡¯ll keep a low profile. That way I can be lazy. Whatever. In case you think I¡¯m strong and insist on dragging me to help you do this and that. It¡¯s annoying

    The baron considered this carefully. ¡°All the villages where the bones were stolen are at the foot of the Black Pines. Now we know for certain that when the necromancer was stealing the bones, the main body was very far from these villages. Which means¡­ the place where he was hiding must have been deep in the Black Pines.¡±

    He pointed an arm at the mountain stretching before them. ¡°It seems we¡¯ll have to go into the mountains and search. Dozens of skeletons were stolen here not long ago. They must have left many tracks when they entered the mountains. If we follow those tracks, we have a good chance of finding the necromancer.¡±

    The nun nodded. ¡°Alright.¡±

    Robb was secretly pleased. ¡®Come on, let¡¯s all go. There¡¯ll be no trouble for me now. It¡¯s just that there¡¯ll be a bit of a pity if the pretty nun goes¡­ There are only priests and no nuns in the church. It feels like something¡¯s missing¡­¡¯

    At that thought, the baron said, ¡°It¡¯s a good thing I came prepared. I¡¯ve brought swordsmen and archers with me. We¡¯ll have no problem searching the mountains. It¡¯s getting late. We¡¯ll camp in town for the night and go into the mountains early tomorrow to search. My soldiers will camp on the hillside next to the cemetery. I see a small stream over there. It¡¯s perfect for camping. You don¡¯t have to stay with us roughnecks, Sister. Just rest in the church for the night.¡±

 Chapter 29 - I Think Everyone in the World is Dirty

    Chapter 29 I Think Everyone in the World is Dirty

    Baron Palses led the soldiers to the hill and set up camp along a stream. The group of soldiers was also skilled at setting up camp. In the blink of an eye, they were settled on the hill.

    And yet the cold nun, Ishgamel, remained.

    Robb and Ishgamel were staring at each other¡­

    (

    ¡°Father, I¡¯m sorry to bother you tonight.¡± Ishgameel was clearly saying thank you, but the expression on her face was flat, cold and emotionless.

    Robb had no reason to refuse a beautiful nun a night in the church, be it from the Light Church priest or from a man¡¯s point of view. He shrugged. ¡°Welcome, Sister.¡±

    ¡°Um¡­ there¡¯s only me and a young maid living in my church, so there are still a few spare rooms. You can take any one you like,¡± Robb said. ¡°Besides, we don¡¯t have bedding and other daily necessities now. I¡ª¡±.

    He was about to tell her that he would ask the maid to buy a set for her when Ishgamel spoke before he could. ¡°I will take care of these. I will go around the town later and borrow one from the faithful.¡±

    ¡°Eh? Borrow it from a believer? Don¡¯t you mean buy it?¡± Robb said. ¡°Borrowing bedding is a bit scary, isn¡¯t it? What if the original owner had some weird thing like a skin disease and loaned you the bedding without even washing it¡­ Tsk, tsk¡­ I wouldn¡¯t dare use such a horrible thing. Better buy new ones.¡±

    Ishgamel said: ¡°I have no money! Nuns don¡¯t need money.¡±

    Listening to her, Robb suddenly remembered that creatures like nuns had to uphold the Three Holy Virtues. The first of these was ¡°God is poor.¡± To put it simply, they had to be ¡°poor.¡±

    The nuns spent their lives defending their poverty and would not fight for any personal possessions. Although they were occasionally paid for whatever work they did, they did not keep the payment. Instead, they gave it all to a convent or a church.

    Although doing this seemed a little like that, at least one thing was certain. They were not materialistic.

    Robb, on the other hand, was a materialistic person. He threw up his hands. ¡°If you don¡¯t have money, I do. I¡¯ll ask Lillian to buy you a

    set.¡±

    Ishmael shook her head gravely. ¡°There¡¯s no need! It¡¯s only for one night. I¡¯ll just borrow a set of bedding. As for infectious diseases, they¡¯re nothing to worry about. I know the Art of Expelling in holy magic. I can borrow divine power from the God of Light to cure all kinds of common diseases. You¡¯re a clergy yourself, Father. Don¡¯t you know the Art of Expelling?¡±

    Robb was speechless. ¡°Although I know the Art, I wouldn¡¯t be silly enough to deliberately infect myself with it and then use magic to cure it. It¡¯s not like I¡¯m sick in the head¡­¡± Huh? Something about that sounded wrong.

    ¡®Whatever, I don¡¯t care. I¡¯m the host. I just have to force requests on the guests.¡¯

    He said forcefully, ¡°I don¡¯t care where you¡¯re from. Since you¡¯ve come to my church, you have to listen to me. I¡¯ll pay for the bedding. You¡¯re not allowed to go outside and borrow some dirty, smelly, and worm-infested bedding. Otherwise, I¡¯ll wrap you in that smelly, dirty, and worm-infested bedding and throw you in the cemetery in the back for the night.¡±

    ¡°Oh! Well, if you insist, that¡¯s fine with me.¡± Ishmael didn¡¯t stand on ceremony, and she wasn¡¯t offended by Robb¡¯s threat. She accepted his offer. In any case, as far as Sister was concerned, it was perfectly natural for the Covenant to provide food, clothing, and accommodation, since she had devoted her life to the God of Light.

    Of course, she didn¡¯t know that Robb wasn¡¯t a member of the Covenant. If she had, she would have slapped a holy nova on his face by now.

    ¡°Right! Sister,¡± Robb said. ¡°Since we¡¯re going to spend the next half day in a courtyard, may I make a small request?¡±

    Ishgamel said: ¡°What request?¡±

    Robb said, ¡°Think about it carefully. Every time I call you, I have to say ¡®Sister¡¯. It¡¯s quite formal, but if I call you by your full name, Ishgamel, it¡¯s also a long string of syllables. It¡¯s just as much trouble, so I want to call you El in a simpler way. Does that sound good to

    you?¡±

    ¡°Not good!¡± Ishgamel said coldly. ¡°Please use a more formal form of address.¡±

    ¡°Okay, El.¡±

    ¡®Hello! Please call me Sister.¡¯

    ¡°Understood, El.¡±

    Ishgamel said nothing.

    There was no reasoning with that. She didn¡¯t even know how to continue a conversation with such a deranged priest. She shook her head and gave up the pointless argument. Call me what you like.

    She ducked into the church and found an empty room. She dropped off her luggage and came back into the courtyard just in time to see Robb say to Lillian, ¡°Go into town and buy this nun a comforter. Oh, and there are towels, water glasses, and bowls. The things she uses have to be kept separate from the ones we use. We can¡¯t mix them up and use them indiscriminately. Uh, let¡¯s see. Something like this might happen again in the future. We might as well buy a few more sets of daily necessities for backup.¡± ¡°Father, I¡¯ll only be staying for one night.¡± El raised her voice. ¡°There¡¯s no need to waste so much money.¡±

    ¡°I know!¡± Robb said. ¡°Even if you stay only an hour, the cup you use for drinking and the bowl you use for eating must be separate from the one we use. Do you understand?¡±

    El said nothing.

    It was hard for her to understand Robb¡¯s bizarre obsession with cleanliness. Wasn¡¯t it a little strange that he was so particular to this extent? Suddenly a thought seemed to cross her cold face. ¡°Are you finding me dirty?¡±

    ¡°I don¡¯t think you¡¯re dirty,¡± Robb denied immediately. The moment El¡¯s face relaxed, he added, ¡°I think everyone in the world is dirty. Oh, no, my little Lillian has learned from me in the past few days and has become a very hygienic child. Everyone but her is dirty.¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s nonsense,¡± El said angrily. ¡°I shower a lot too.¡±

    ¡°How often?¡± Robb asked.

    ¡°Once every six ¡­ no ¡­ seven days!¡±

    (PS: The world in this book isn¡¯t medieval. It¡¯s a world of swords and magic. There¡¯s no such thing as a battle over whether to bathe or not¡­ Don¡¯t dwell on the setting too much. Please respect Father-in-law¡¯s setting. Father-in-law said she bathes once every seven days. That¡¯s seven days. Don¡¯t accept everything and use history to reason with me!)

    Robb immediately looked extremely disgusted and screamed, ¡°Don¡¯t¡­ don¡¯t come any closer. My God, it¡¯s hard to imagine how dirty you are. It¡¯s rare to have a beautiful face, but it¡¯s a big trash can, a collection of moving germs. If you want to stay in my church tonight, you have to bathe. Immediately. Right now!¡±

    El almost fainted from anger. ¡°I¡¯ve already showered very diligently, okay? Don¡¯t tell me you shower once every five days? How dare you use such a tone to despise me!¡±

    Robb said to Lillian, ¡°Tell this filthy nun the rules of this church.¡±

    Not daring to shoot her mouth off at a nun like Robb, Lillian gave a respectful curtsy. ¡°Sister, the Master¡¯s rule is that you must bathe every day, rinse your mouth once in the morning and once at night, wash your hands before and after meals, and there¡¯s one part that isn¡¯t done properly. He¡¯ll instantly go from being lazy¡­ cough, cough¡­ in an instant from a gentle priest to a fierce¡­ er¡­ Wow, Master, I¡¯m talking too fast. I had no intention of calling you a lazy, fierce demon.¡±

    Robb said, ¡°You already said it!¡±

    ¡®Wow, Master¡­ I really didn¡¯t mean to¡­¡¯

    Robb grabbed Lillian and rubbed her little face into all sorts of strange shapes.

 Chapter 30 - Forgive Me For Daring To Ask

    Chapter 30 Forgive Me For Daring To Ask

    As she watched the master and servant fooling around, El¡¯s anger at Robb¡¯s rejection dissipated. She was filled with doubt. What was so different about this master and servant? The maid was a country girl. It was understandable that she would laugh and make a fuss with her master when she didn¡¯t know the rules, but how could the master let her do as she pleased? Was there such a priest in the Holy Church? None of the priests I had seen before were like this.

    After Lillian had been ruthlessly ¡°punished¡±, she had gone to the town center to buy bedding and daily necessities. Peace had returned to the small church.

    El wasn¡¯t familiar with Robb yet. She couldn¡¯t find anything to say, and she didn¡¯t want to be idle. She saw the messy pile of footprints that the men had left on the ground at the entrance to the courtyard, and she fetched a broom and swept the floor noisily.

    The beautiful nun swept the floor. The picture was beautiful. The key was her industrious attitude, which Robb admired very much.

    After her sweeping, she wanted to clean the tables in the church. She went into the house and found a bucket. She wrapped a rope around it and was about to throw it into the well when Robb suddenly called out, ¡°Wait, El. Here, you don¡¯t have to tire yourself by pulling water up from the well¡±

    ¡°Huh?¡± El turned and looked at him curiously. ¡°So, how do you fetch water?¡±

    ¡°Look at the side of the field. There¡¯s an iron pipe hanging down there. See it? From the cistern beside it.¡±

    ¡°I did!¡±

    ¡°Good. Now walk over there and pick up that tap. Yes, that thing. It spins gently. It doesn¡¯t take a lot of strength¡­¡±

    El did as she was told. Water rushed out of the tap, startling her. ¡°What is this? Magic?¡±

    Robb pointed to the tall cistern in the courtyard. ¡°This is called running water,¡± he said with a smile. ¡°It¡¯s not magic at all. Simply put, you take the water stored high up and use it at the low end.¡±

    El looked up at the cistern and then at the pipe. She seemed to understand something. She put the bucket under the tap and watched the water slowly fill it. Then she gently turned the tap and the water stopped. When she turned it again, the water came again. When she turned it back on, the water stopped again.

    After playing with it three or four times, her cold expression could not help but melt a little. She actually smiled for a moment, but unfortunately, she immediately put it away. ¡°It¡¯s so convenient to use water like this! No wonder you shower every day. If I had such convenience, I would shower every day too.¡±

    ¡°There¡¯s also a tap in the kitchen and the toilet,¡± Robb said seriously. ¡°You must wash your hands after you poop. I know you wipe your butts with your hands.¡±

    El said nothing

    There was no reasoning with this deranged priest. El almost went crazy. She pulled a face and said, ¡°Father, don¡¯t you have any manners? Can you even bring up the word¡­ fart¡­ butt to discuss with a nun?¡±

    ¡°I call this practical.¡±

    ¡°There are things you can say and things you can¡¯t!¡±

    ¡°It¡¯s not a matter of whether you can or can¡¯t talk about it. It¡¯s a matter of having to talk about it. Sanitary habits, I¡¯ve sworn to defend to death. There¡¯s no room for tact, or you¡¯ll all die of strange illnesses sooner or later.¡±

    ¡°Hmph!¡± El went quiet, not bothering with Robb.

    Robb spread his hands and slumped back in the stone chair, continuing to be lazy.

    A long time later, Lillian returned with some daily necessities, but when she was about to go and help El make the bed, El stopped her. The hardworking nun had decided to make her own bed without the help of a servant, and Robb discovered one good thing about her in this small gesture. The girl did not like to enslave others, but rather did everything herself.

    From this detail, it could be seen that she was not a girl from a rich family. It was said that the nuns in the convent were girls from rich families. Girls from poor families could only be servants when they entered the convent. So how did this El become a nun? It was quite intriguing

    That evening¡¯s dinner was once again Lillian¡¯s steak. There had been a lot of repetition of the dishes recently, and this was the part of the world Robb was most unhappy with. Westwinds was so small that it was almost impossible to buy any decent ingredients there. All he could do was toss and turn the steak, lamb chops, pork chops, and chicken chops. He was already going crazy eating them.

    But El was enjoying the food. For poor nuns, steak was a very rare luxury.

    She had bathed by then and was dressed in a clean nun¡¯s habit, enjoying the pleasant mountain breeze. As she ate her steak in comfort, she glanced around the small church and saw the nun¡¯s habit she had changed out of hanging from a rope, blowing in the wind. It was a beautiful sight.

    Although her face was still cold, she was thinking: Why does it feel more comfortable to live here than in the Chapel of the Holy Light? This relaxing feeling¡­ Ah¡­ Put that thought away. I almost committed the sin of laziness, one of the Seven Deadly Sins.

    The thought made her tilt her head and look oddly at Robb.

    Robb shrugged. ¡°Why are you looking at me like that? Have I got any mushroom sauce on

    my face?¡±

    El said, ¡°I don¡¯t think I¡¯ve been watching you study the Light Scripture?¡±

    Robb wanted to say, ¡°What¡¯s the point of studying that stupid scripture?¡± but he also knew that if he said it, he would be punished on the spot with Divine Retribution and a Psychic Shockblast. The little nun would slap him in the face with all the offensive magic she knew in an instant. Although his magic resistance was high, and he would only take zero damage, he would have to start playing Tower Defense next.

    The Knights would come to clean up the mess. After they were blown up by him, the Holy Church would ask the Kingdom of Gran for permission to send troops. Therefore, Grand Duke Yingshi would send troops from the Path of Light and lead the White Lion Knights to attack him. He would blow them up. Then, the Royal Knights would come and blow them up. Then, the Kingdom of Gran might join forces with the Kingdom of Noma in the north. Of course, he would also blow them up!

    On the other hand, the rabbit-men of the Great Tang of the East watched the show with their hands in the air. Their three lips would smile widely. They might even write a few sarcastic letters of credence. ¡°We are deeply sorry for the internal strife in your country!¡±

    The Tower Defense would go on forever.

    He had no choice but to throw up his hands. ¡°I¡¯ve read the Light Scripture ten times since I got up this morning. I think I¡¯ve listened fully to the teachings of God today. You saw me lying on the stone chair without moving, but in fact, I was secretly practicing holy magic. On the surface, I seemed to be slacking off, but in reality, I was practicing holy magic diligently, over and over. Ah, my body was filled with the power of the Holy Light. It was about to overflow¡­¡±

    There was finally an expression on El¡¯s cold face. It was a skeptical expression. Who the hell would believe that you were cultivating holy magic? You were clearly slacking off just now. Slacking off is one of the Seven Sins, and it almost led me astray. Of course, the Seven Sins were not unforgivable. As long as they were corrected quickly, they were still good parishioners. She would not go so far as to draw a line between her and Robb just because she was lazy, but she had to remind him. ¡°Forgive me for asking, but how far along have you cultivated your holy magic?¡±

 Chapter 31 - A Competition for No Reason

    Chapter 31 A Competition for No Reason

    Robb replied, ¡°I feel pretty good about myself.¡±

    ¡°It¡¯s really just a feeling,¡± El said coldly. ¡°I¡¯ve never seen someone so powerful as to be so lazy. He won¡¯t become stronger if he doesn¡¯t cultivate hard.¡±

    ¡°You misunderstood me.¡± Robb spread his hands. ¡°Before you met me, my diligence was one in a ten thousand, or one in a million. How many players are there in the game? I forgot¡­ Anyway, I was number one in the entire server back then. I had several nicknames, such as Godfather, Immortal Cultivation Demon, Virgo Monster Killer, Pervert who killed the update patch¡­ My stamina has long become a legend. Although I¡¯ve left the game now, there must still be legends about me in the game. I¡¯m sure you¡¯ve never seen anyone who can work harder than me in your life.¡±

    El did not understand a word. ¡°What on earth are you talking about?¡±

    Robb said, ¡°I mean I¡¯m hardworking, so I¡¯m strong.¡±

    El said, ¡°You said so much just now. Why did it end up being so short?¡±

    Robb laughed. ¡°Wow! That¡¯s what linguistics is all about!¡±

    El felt that her aloofness was about to crumble. This priest was the strangest one she had ever met. For some reason, she found his smile sleazy, especially the sarcastic ¡°Wow¡± that made her want to scream at him, ¡°Shut up, priest.¡±

    Of course, it was impossible to roar because ¡°anger¡± was also one of the Seven Deadly Sins. It would be meaningless if she committed a sin in order to persuade a parishioner not to commit the sin of sloth.

    She forcefully suppressed her raging soul and said coldly, ¡°But I feel that you¡¯re very weak.¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s just an illusion. I¡¯m actually very strong!¡±

    ¡°But I just feel like you¡¯re weak.¡±

    Robb said, ¡°I really think I¡¯m good! Don¡¯t just talk about me. What about you?¡±

    El mimicked Robb¡¯s tone. ¡°I think I¡¯m pretty good, too!¡±

    At this point, the atmosphere became subtle. For some reason, it suddenly became a staring contest.

    ¡°So it¡¯s a one-on-one match?¡± It was unknown who said this first, or if both of them said it at the same time. In short, for some reason, it turned into a situation where they were trash talking to each other.

    Robb threw up his hands. ¡°Let¡¯s do it. Let¡¯s compete then. What do you want to compete in?¡±

    El said coldly, ¡°Compete on Recovery magic, it depends on whose recovery magic is more powerful, has a larger range, and can recite spells faster. If you lose to me, please use your time seriously to cultivate and not be lazy.¡±

    Robb said, ¡°That¡¯s a very constructive suggestion. But why do we have to compete in restorative magic? We don¡¯t compete in offense magic? Do you not know how?¡±

    El¡¯s cold face was expressionless as he silently chanted an incantation. ¡°God of Light, Balder, your loyal believers have dedicated all their piety and faith to you. Please give me the grace of divine power¡­ Holy punishment!¡±

    A golden light flew out from her fingertips and hit the ground beside her, causing dust to fly. When the light dissipated, a huge pit appeared on the ground.

    She said coldly, ¡°Do you think I don¡¯t know any offensive magic?¡±

    ¡°Wow!¡± Robb said in a priestly voice. ¡°Amazing. What a holy punishment.¡± But he was thinking, This holy spell is different from Snow Dew¡¯s fire spell. Last time I treated the villagers¡¯ legs, I learned Snow Dew¡¯s nonsense, and now I¡¯m wrong¡­ Well, never mind! I¡¯ll watch my lines.

    He smiled and asked El, ¡°Since you know offensive magic, why do you insist on competing in restorative magic?¡±. El said, ¡°The God of Light is a loving god. He loves all things, so most of the magic he creates is used to treat illnesses and save people. Those limited offensive magic are weapons that we have no choice but to use when evil attacks and we have to defend the Light. It¡¯s not what the God of Light really wants us to master! So¡­ to test who is more pious to the God of Light and who is more proficient in holy magic, it should be better than restorative magic.¡±

    ¡°Clap, clap, clap!¡± Robb applauded. ¡°I¡¯m impressed. I know what a respectable nun you are, but¡­ how do you compare sacred healing magic? Are we going to go out and find a group of townspeople, cut them up badly, and then see who can heal faster and better?¡±

    El almost jumped up. She felt like she had almost committed the sin of ¡°anger¡± again. ¡°Are you kidding me? To think you could think of such a cruel method of competition.¡±

    Robb said, ¡°So what better idea do you have?¡±

    El said, ¡°Look, the sun is about to set. It¡¯s going to be the time when the monsters are most active. We can go into the mountains and find a group of goblins or a group of ogres. We can beat them up with good intentions and then compete to see who can treat them faster and better.¡±

    Robb was speechless.

    This was definitely a fake nun. She kept saying that offensive magic was not in line with the God of Light¡¯s love for all things, but she was insane enough to turn the tables on him.

    However, even though he was complaining, he still had to compete. Robb looked lazy, but he was actually a person who refused to admit defeat. Only such a person would have the stamina to be labeled as Godfather.

    At this moment, they had just finished dinner. The sun had already gradually set in the west, but the sky was not completely dark. It was the best time to enter the mountains to find monsters to beat up and play.

    El went to the red horse she had ridden earlier and took a weapon from its back. Robb saw that her weapon was a staff. It was not the ornate staff with a jeweled tip that Mages often used. It was made of pure wood, with no ornaments on it. It was an unadorned wooden staff.

    Robb laughed. ¡°Wow! Plain weapons. Good for poor nuns.¡±

    El could not be bothered to talk to him and rolled his eyes at him. After a few seconds, he asked, ¡°Where¡¯s your weapon?¡±

    Robb said seriously, ¡°Now I¡¯m a real priest. I don¡¯t have a weapon, but you do. It shows that I¡¯m a man who really loves everything and believes in the God of Light! I won before we even started competing.¡±

    El: ¡°¡­¡±

    She hadn¡¯t heard from the mayor or the townspeople about Robb¡¯s killing of the wyvern, so she had assumed that Robb was a village priest who hadn¡¯t learned all the holy magic. She thought to herself, ¡°It seems that he only knows how to talk and is very weak. Forget it, I¡¯ll take care of the step of severely injuring the monster. He just needs to prove to me the power of his recovery skills.¡±

    She put the wooden staff on her shoulder and pointed at the forest that had been dyed red by the setting sun. ¡°Let¡¯s go! Let¡¯s find out if there are any goblins or ogres. They¡¯re good targets for competition.¡±

    Robb said, ¡°Are you sure you want to do this? Goblins and ogres don¡¯t care about class or status. Besides, it¡¯s dangerous to go into the mountains after sunset. If you¡¯re surrounded by a large army of ogres, I won¡¯t save you.¡± El said, ¡°But I will save you.¡±

 Chapter 32 - The Three of You Again

    Chapter 32 The Three of You Again

    There was nothing more to say. Robb realized that El was a very competitive nun. She was as competitive as he had been in the past. If this kind of woman was in the game, she would definitely be a worthy competitor! It seemed that he could make it¡­

    ¡°Hey, what are you daydreaming about? Let¡¯s go! Before the sun completely sets and we can still see, let¡¯s hurry into the mountain.¡± Else held the wooden staff in her left hand and walked towards the hill behind the church like she was holding a walking stick.

    Robb had to whistle and follow.

    To be honest, Robb wasn¡¯t really looking forward to what was going to happen next. He was just going to beat up a bunch of goblins and see who could use healing magic faster. Robb, who didn¡¯t need to chant to cast spells, couldn¡¯t possibly lose. It wasn¡¯t much fun. If it wasn¡¯t for the fact that he wanted to convince this woman, he wouldn¡¯t have bothered to do such a thing.

    He stuffed his hands into his pockets and took a few steps forward unsteadily.

    Two heads suddenly appeared on the hill in the distance. They were the two soldiers brought by the baron. They were wearing leather armor and carried bows on their backs. Swords and quivers were hanging from their waists. It seemed that they were lightly armored soldiers to facilitate easy movement. They were in charge of scouting around the campsite.

    They bowed to Robb and El. ¡°Father and Sister,¡± they said respectfully, ¡°Are you two going up the mountain at this hour? The mountains are dangerous! Be careful.¡± Robb laughed. ¡°It¡¯s all right. I¡¯ll just knock a few goblins on the side of the hill and come back.¡±

    The expressions on the two soldiers¡¯ faces were fascinating. They seemed to want to ask, ¡°Are you crazy? Why are you attacking goblins at this time? Only your heads need to be knocked, right?¡±

    However, they were only foot soldiers and did not dare to complain about the priests and nuns of the Holy Church. They did not dare to say anything

    Just then!

    A strange blue light flashed on the hill beside the cemetery. Then, a magic array spread out on the hill. The radius of the magic array was about five yards, which was ten yards in diameter. It drew a huge circle. In the next moment, the circle was filled with all kinds of strange magic symbols.

    Robb pointed curiously at the magic circle. ¡°What the hell?¡±

    Just as he said these words, El, who was beside him, also shouted, ¡°It¡¯s a teleportation magic array. Something is coming!¡± ¡°Warning!¡± Both soldiers shouted at the same time. ¡°Incoming enemy attack!¡±

    The few of them spoke at the same time. In less than a second, the 10-yard-diameter magic array had been fully activated. With a whoosh, a few figures appeared in the middle of the magic array, followed by a huge strange figure.

    Then, the light of the magic array disappeared without a trace. In the end, what appeared in front of everyone were three people and a majestic two-headed ogre.

    Robb recognized them. They were Gorda, Kik, Snowdew ¨C the Adventurers.

    The three of them looked terrible. The heavy armor on Gorda¡¯s body was full of holes. It seemed that he had suffered countless heavy blows. His body under the armor was probably covered in wounds. His face and head were covered in blood. The shield on his left hand was gone. He held a one-handed sword in his right hand, but from the way he held the sword, it was obvious that he had no strength left.

    Kik also looked terrible. There were burn marks on his leather armor. It seemed that he had taken on a fireball spell. Even his hair and beard were slightly curled from the burn. He had suffered many internal injuries that could not be seen with the naked eye, but the injuries were definitely not light.

    As for Snow Dew, the mage who controlled flames, her left hand, left shoulder, and the wand in her left hand were all frozen in a piece of ice. Her right hand was spread out in front of her chest, and she held a used magic scroll in her palm. The runes on the scroll were dissipating, leaving only some faint, blue scattered magic light still lingering above the scroll.

    Apparently, Snow Dew had used the scroll Robb had given her to save her life.

    Moreover, they could not shake off the enemy when they teleported. They brought the enemy back with them. Standing in front of the three of them was a very tall, powerful, and ferocious two-headed ogre. It was at least three meters tall and had arms as thick as buckets. It held a huge stick in its hand. It had two heads, one blue and the other red.

    Robb was more familiar with this kind of two-headed ogre. There was also such a thing in the game. Not only was it extremely strong and powerful, but it could also use magic. The blue head on the left could spit out ice arrows, and the redhead on the right could spit out fireballs. It was a powerful monster that dual cultivated ice and fire and had outstanding physical attack and defense.

    The Boss-level two-headed ogre was one level higher than the Elite-level.

    The ogre was a little stunned. It seemed that he had suddenly been teleported and did not understand the situation.

    Robb took the opportunity to greet the three adventurers. ¡°Why are you fighting monsters above your level every time I meet you? Last time, you fought an Elite-level wyvern. This time, you fought a Boss-level two-headed ogre. It¡¯s getting more and more ridiculous. The next time I meet you, will you be fighting an Epic-level Black Dragon?¡±

    The three adventurers heard Robb¡¯s voice and breathed a sigh of relief at the same time. There was no time for Robb¡¯s questions. With the last of her strength, Snow Dew cried, ¡°Mr. Robert, help!¡±

    As soon as she shouted those three words, the ogre moved. The temporary stunned state of the teleportation had been removed. It decided to kill the people around it first. With a whoosh, it smashed the huge stick at Snow Dew. As Snow Dew¡¯s left arm was completely frozen, she could not move or dodge at all.

    With the last of his strength, Gorda leaped over from the side and blocked with his sword. With a loud bang, his body and sword flew in two directions, drawing two long arcs in the air. He fell quite miserably.

    The two-headed ogre chuckled strangely. He waved the huge stick in his hand and prepared to smash it at Snow Dew again.

    Robb sighed. ¡®I can¡¯t even be lazy! Forget it, I¡¯ll do it¡­¡¯

    At this moment, the sound of bow strings vibrating suddenly sounded from the side. Two powerful arrows cut through the air and shot into the chest of the two-headed ogre. The tails of the arrows were still trembling gently. It turned out that the two soldiers on the hill had attacked. After warning, they immediately helped by shooting two arrows down, stopping the ogre from attacking Snow Dew.

    The two-headed ogre¡¯s attention was temporarily attracted by the soldiers on the hill. It looked around, thinking about where it

    was.

    At this moment, El¡¯s voice also rang out. ¡°Balder, the God of Light, your loyal believer, has dedicated all his piety and faith to you. Please give me the grace of divine power¡­ Ten-yard radius, Holy Nova Spell!¡±

    jer..

    The nun raised the tip of her wooden staff high, and a holy golden halo burst out. The light screen spread in all directions, instantly enveloping the three adventurers and the ogre in the middle.

 Chapter 33 - You Win

    Chapter 33 You Win

    When El made her move, Robb stopped for a moment. Let¡¯s see what this nun can do first.

    Although he was powerful, his understanding of this world was insufficient. The people in the real world did not have a data panel floating above their heads. They did not have stats or datas to draw from. If they wanted to understand the strength of others, they could only observe their battles.

    The HolyNova released by El instantly enveloped the three adventurers. The three adventurers felt a wave of warmth brush past their bodies, and a portion of the wounds on their bodies immediately healed.

    The three of them were taken aback. They were not used to it. The last time Robb had hit them with a Holy Nova, they had recovered instantly and were still alive and kicking as if nothing had happened. But this time, after eating the Holy Nova, they only felt a little better. They had not fully recovered. It could only be said that they had been saved from their serious injuries to moderate injuries. At least, they would not die for a while.

    In fact, this was the normal power of the Holy Nova!

    Right, there was also the two-headed ogre. It was also enveloped by the Holy Nova, but it only felt like it was being tickled¡­ Therefore, it was still focused on the two soldiers who had shot it twice on the hill.

    The redhead on the right opened its mouth and spat out a ball of fire the size of a football. It flew across the sky and smashed towards the two soldiers on the hill. One of the soldiers took out a small leather shield and knelt on one knee, using the shield to push forward.

    ¡°Bang!¡±

    The fireball exploded on his shield, and the magic power surged to both sides. The soldier fell back and rolled more than ten times on the ground before stopping. The leather armor on his body was charred black.

    Another soldier turned to look at his companion, then shouted in the direction of the barracks, ¡°Someone, come quickly! We can¡¯t withstand this thing.¡±

    Another large group of soldiers ran out from the hill. These soldiers were not in a hurry to rush up and face the ogre. Instead, they nocked arrows on the hill and shot at the two-headed ogre. The two-headed ogre used the huge stick in its hand to slap the arrows flying over. A few arrows were knocked down by it, but more arrows still hit its body. In the blink of an eye, more than ten arrows hit it. However¡­ These arrows did not seem to have penetrated the clothes and thick skin on its body. It did not even bleed. It did not seem to be in pain at all. Instead, it roared at the soldiers on the hill.

    The blue head on the left also opened its mouth. An ice arrow shot towards the hill. This time, no soldiers foolishly came up to block it. They rolled to the sides at the same time.

    The Frost Arrow hit the hillside, and a large area of flowers and plants was instantly frozen into ice.

    The two-headed ogre strode towards the hill and attacked the group of soldiers.

    The three adventurers finally breathed a sigh of relief. They turned their heads together and glanced at El, who had just cast a spell to give them space to breathe. Then, they turned to look at Robb. Clearly, they did not understand what was going on here.

    Robb was about to wave a healing spell to heal the three of them, but then he glanced at El and gave up. He spread his hands and asked, ¡°What have you done now?¡±

    Gorda struggled to get up from the ground. As he stood up, he said, ¡°We completed the villagers¡¯ request in the White Birch Forest and killed five to six ordinary ogres in exchange for the reward. Then, we left the village. I didn¡¯t expect to encounter the Boss who came to take revenge halfway. Then¡­ as you can see¡­ Fortunately, Snow Dew has an instant teleportation scroll. It¡¯s astounding that she has such a valuable thing on her.¡±

    Snow Dew did not dare to say in front of others that Robb had given it to her. She shook her numb left arm and said, ¡°This is a life-saving scroll given to me by my teacher. I¡¯ve kept it for years. I didn¡¯t expect to use it here.¡±

    Kik shrugged. The archer doesn¡¯t talk as much as his two companions.

    Before Robb could continue, El pushed past. ¡°You still have time to talk? Grab your weapons. I¡¯ll heal you. We have to take care of this ogre as soon as possible. If it runs into the town, the consequences will be dire.¡±

    After saying that, she began to recite the incantation again because she knew very well that her Holy Nova just now was not enough to heal all the injuries of the three adventurers. She still needed a few more healing spells with better effects.

    Snow Dew looked curiously at the nun in front of her, who was chanting magic spells with a cold face. She asked curiously, ¡°Who is this?¡±

    Robb threw up his hands. ¡°As you can see, a nun from the big city. Before you came, she was going to compete with me in restoring magic. We were going to go into the forest, find a bunch of goblins, beat them up a little, and then we¡¯d see who could heal faster and better.¡±

    Snow Dew was surprised. ¡°Compared to you? Wouldn¡¯t that be asking for trouble?¡±

    Gorda¡¯s perspective was different. He did not know whether to laugh or cry. ¡°Then why not treat us? We urgently need treatment now.¡±

    Robb said, ¡°Indeed! Now that you mention it, there¡¯s no need to beat up the goblins. We can use you to fight. Let¡¯s see who can heal you first, me or this stinking nun.¡±

    As soon as he finished speaking, he heard El chant a long incantation and finish the sentence. ¡°Group Healing!¡±

    Holy Light enveloped the three adventurers!

    The healing effect this time was very good. The three adventurers felt that their injuries were quickly recovering. The effect was much more powerful than the Holy Nova just now. In the blink of an eye, their injuries had healed.

    (To put it simply, Holy Nova was a spell that could be cast very quickly, and it also had AOE damage. According to the general rules of Western Illusion Magic, this kind of spell that was fast, functional, and comprehensive would have less power. It was usually used to save the three adventurers. Therefore, El started with a normal Holy Nova to save the three adventurers. AoE Healing was very slow and did not have the ability to attack the enemy, so the healing effect was better. It was usually used when the battle was not urgent.)

    El gave Robb a haughty look. ¡°Clearly I¡¯ve won!¡±

    ¡°Hey!¡± Robb protested. ¡°We didn¡¯t even talk about curing them. You took the chance to heal them with two spells. That¡¯s cheating! Cheating!¡±

    ¡°It¡¯s not that I¡¯m cheating. It¡¯s just that you lack the good habit of using the Holy Light to bless all living beings and heal the people around you at any time,¡± El said expressionlessly. ¡°This is precisely the manifestation of your insufficient cultivation of holy magic and your lack of devotion to the God of Light.¡±

    Robb thought to himself, ¡°Nonsense. I was supposed to ask them what happened and heal them with a healing spell, but I was worried that you would suspect my identity when you saw that I wasn¡¯t chanting, so I didn¡¯t heal them. I was going to pretend to chant a few words before throwing the skill. Who knew you would be so cunning.¡±

    Well, a man of temperament should be a gentleman and give in to a petty woman. Robb threw up his hands. ¡°Fine, you win! I lost. Are you happy now?¡±

 Chapter 34 - Your House Is Broken

    Chapter 34 Your House Is Broken

    Seeing that he had admitted defeat so easily, she did not continue to pester him, El¡¯s opinion of him changed slightly. Even though this priest was a little lazy, at least he was not wishy washy. She quickly said, ¡°Since you¡¯ve admitted defeat, you should work harder. You can¡¯t slack off and not cultivate holy magic anymore.¡±

    ¡°Yes, yes, yes, you¡¯re right!¡± Robb said. ¡°I¡¯ll cultivate well!¡±

    ¡°Well, let¡¯s cut to the chase now,¡± El said. ¡°Look over there.¡±

    She pointed at the hill and saw the two-headed ogre fighting a large group of soldiers.

    Although Baron Palses did not lead many subordinates this time, they were all elites. Nearly a hundred soldiers confronted the two-headed ogre and actually fought like a well-oiled machine. The front row held up with a leather shield, and the back row fired arrows. As long as the two-headed ogre was not careful, a soldier would approach from behind and slash its back. Unfortunately, the two-headed ogre¡¯s skin was too thick. It did not care at all after taking one or two slashes. It forced the soldiers behind it back with a backhand strike.

    The two heads fired ice arrows and fireballs, forcing the soldiers to hide. They could not gain an upper hand on the ogre.

    Baron Palses had also arrived at this moment, but he did not join the battle. Instead, he stood at the side with dozens of personal guards and commanded loudly.

    If he didn¡¯t fight, Robb wouldn¡¯t be able to see what class he was or what skills he had.

    Robb still focused on the soldiers. He took a few more looks and felt that they were not bad. These soldiers might be weak individually, but they were organized, disciplined and good at coordinating. They did not play heroism at all. To put it bluntly, these soldiers were much more qualified than the players in the guild he had built in the game.

    Although the players had joined his guild and acted as if they were under his command, they didn¡¯t listen to his commands at all. In a few guild wars, he had commanded everyone to go east, and a large group of people were running west. He had commanded everyone to forcefully break through the enemy¡¯s stronghold, and in the end, there was still a large group of people chasing and killing the lone enemy. Of course, this kind of battle would cause bloodshed, and they would be tortured by the enemy guild until they couldn¡¯t even leave the door. In the end, Robb threw the microphone and gave up. With the keyboard in his left hand and the mouse in his right, he charged forward alone and finally managed to turn the situation around. The guild war won by a small margin, angering Robb. Later, he didn¡¯t like to fight in the guild war anymore, he lost a lot of fun and sped up his retreat.

    But looking at these well-trained soldiers in front of him, Robb couldn¡¯t help but recall the guild war in his heart. He couldn¡¯t help but think to himself, If I had such an obedient army in my hands and commanded them to fight in the guild war, wouldn¡¯t I be successful in every endeavor?

    Wow, I can¡¯t think about it. I feel like I want to do it as soon as I think about it! Damn it, this is bad. The Virgo in me is starting to awaken! Suppress it, suppress it quickly There are no Guild Wars anymore. In the real world, if a civilian brings out an army, there¡¯s a 90% chance that it will become a tower defense mission.

    ¡°Let¡¯s go too! It¡¯s us who attracted the two-headed ogre. We have to take responsibility,¡± Gorda called out from the side, interrupting Robb¡¯s thoughts. He turned around and saw that Gorda had already rushed forward.

    Kik drew his bow and nocked an arrow. He shot out a string of arrows and hit the two-headed ogre three times.

    El quickly went over to treat the soldiers.

    Snow Dew was the only one who did not join the fray at once. She turned to Robb. ¡°Would you like to join in, Mr. Robert?¡±.

    Robb said, ¡°Since so many people are fighting this two-headed ogre, I¡¯ll take a break and watch the show.¡±

    Snow Dew blinked and said curiously, ¡°I feel like your expression is saying, ¡®I¡¯ve killed countless and am tired of them. You guys can play by yourselves¡¯.¡±

    Robb said, ¡°Hey, do you really want to be murdered?¡±

    Snow Dew giggled. ¡°That doesn¡¯t scare me anymore. You¡¯re even gentler than you look.¡±

    With that, she turned around and waved her red hair in front of Robb. It was a dreamy beauty. She raised her wand at the two-headed ogre on the hill and said loudly, ¡°God of Fire, Loki, hear my plea¡­¡±

    Robb shrugged. ¡®Fine, fine. I¡¯ll let you think I¡¯m gentle. I¡¯ll show you what it¡¯s like to be gentle on the outside, but cruel on the inside, hehehe!

    ¡°Bang!¡±

    A fireball flew out from the tip of Snow Dew¡¯s staff and hit the back of the two-headed ogre heavily. Fire magic spread everywhere. The ogre was not afraid of the soldiers¡¯ swords and bows, but it seemed to be afraid of Snow Dew¡¯s magic. After taking a fireball, a large area of its back was burned. It was clearly in extreme pain. It roared angrily and reached out to grab a rock from the ground, smashing it at Snow Dew.

    Robb was quick to react. He reached out and pulled Snow Dew toward him. She fell into his arms, and they turned in a circle. It was like the first time the male and female leads met in a TV series, when the male lead took the female lead in his arms and spun a few times. But the rock passed where Snow Dew had been standing, brushed past Robb, and flew to the back.

    Robb whispered, ¡°Are you okay?¡±

    Snow Dew giggled. ¡°Of course I¡¯m fine. Seeing that we¡¯re fighting so hard, are you really not going to help deal with the two-headed

    ogre?¡±

    Robb held a girl in his arms, unwilling to let go. He shrugged. ¡°I really don¡¯t want to fight these garbage monsters anymore.¡±

    Snow Dew pointed behind Robb. ¡°But¡­ I think he broke your house.¡±

    ¡°What?¡± Robb turned to look. F*ck, the rock didn¡¯t hit them, but it flew into the courtyard of the church and hit one of the walls. Buildings these days weren¡¯t made of reinforced concrete, so how could they withstand a hit? The two-headed ogre was very strong. With this rock, a huge hole immediately appeared in the wall. It could be seen that a few of the furniture inside had been smashed.

    ¡°I barely lived in it for a year,¡± Robb said angrily. ¡°You fucking ogre! How can you tear down my house? How can I be lazy without a house? The three essential foundations of laziness are that I can eat till I¡¯m stuffed, wear enough to keep me warm, and have a place to live! You¡¯re shaking my foundation by smashing my house! What¡¯s wrong with laziness? Why are you doing this to me? If I don¡¯t kill it today, my name will not be Robert.¡±

    Snow Dew shrugged playfully, mimicking Robb¡¯s earlier gesture. ¡°I¡¯m too lazy to fight these garbage monsters!¡± she said playfully.

    Robb put her aside and strode towards the two-headed ogre and the soldiers. As he walked, he looked around on the ground, looking for a weapon to beat this guy up.

    He could no longer vent his anger by punching this fellow. Demolishing a house was something that the Chinese could not tolerate. Didn¡¯t this two-headed ogre know how important ¡°home¡± was to the Chinese? Demolishing Robb¡¯s house had already entered a serious situation where they were sworn enemies.

    The ogre had to die! It was just a matter of choosing a method of killing it.

 Chapter 35 - Do You Want to Be Killed by a Few Consecutive Strikes?

    Chapter 35 Do You Want to Be Killed by a Few Consecutive Strikes?

    The battle circle of the two-headed ogre was extremely lively now. Nearly a hundred soldiers were involved. Although the soldiers were well-trained and organized, their individual strength was still too weak. It was still very strenuous to fight a Boss-level monster like the two-headed ogre.

    as

    The biggest problem was that they could not break through the defense. Their strength was not enough to penetrate the thick skin of the two-headed ogre. Therefore, their continuous attacks could not cause harm for the two-headed ogre.

    Baron Palses, who was commanding from the side, could not help but frown slightly. This team was mainly a reconnaissance team. When he brought this team out, he had already made up his mind to search the Black Pine Mountains. Therefore, when choosing his team members, he deliberately chose scouts and archers to make it easier for him to pass through the forest.

    Although these scouts were nimble and agile and could move quickly in the forest, their frontal combat strength was not very strong, especially since they lacked the powerful attack ability of ¡°One Hammer Strike¡±. It was fine if they encountered ordinary enemies, but they were really helpless against thick-skinned monsters. It wasn¡¯t until Gorda, Kik, Snow Dew, and El joined the fray that the ogre finally took some serious damage. A chunk of its back was scorched by Snow Dew, and Gorda had slashed it hard in the leg. The blow had finally cut through the skin and left the ogre bleeding. Kik¡¯s arrows were also more powerful than those of ordinary archers, and they left several real holes in the ogre¡¯s body.

    Baron Palses felt that it was about time. If he joined the battle personally and cooperated with the three adventurers, he might be able to defeat this ogre. He drew a two-handed sword from his back and raised it high.

    It turned out that this guy was a Berserker.

    ¡°Soldiers, back off!¡± Baron Palses roared, and his eyes turned red. This was the sign of a Berserker activating Blood Rage. Blood Rage was a skill that burned one¡¯s anger and doubled one¡¯s attack power. However, at the same time, one¡¯s body would become very weak and vulnerable.

    Of course, with the nun around, Baron Palses expressed that he was not afraid of getting hurt.

    With a roar, he swung his greatsword with both hands and charged at the battle circle. The soldiers immediately split to the sides at his command. Baron Palses leaped high, raised his sword above his head with both hands, and slashed down.

    ¡°Kill! Mountain Crushing Slash!¡±

    However, Baron Palses still underestimated the two-headed ogre. The moment he leapt, a red light suddenly lit up on the two-headed ogre¡¯s body. Gorda was shocked and shouted, ¡°Be careful, it¡¯s activated Bloodthirst Berserk.¡±

    ¡°Bloodthirsty Berserk¡± was an ability that many monsters possessed. It was similar to Baron Palses¡¯ Blood Rage. It was a way to instantly increase one¡¯s combat strength greatly. At this moment, the two-headed ogre seemed to have expanded again. It was about three meters tall just now, but now it is four meters tall.

    Baron Palses¡¯ leap was originally very high, even higher than the head of the two-headed ogre, but the other party suddenly became larger. He only jumped to the level of the ogre¡¯s chest, and the advantage of ¡°Mountain Collapsing Slash¡± disappeared¡­

    He was shocked as he saw the ogre¡¯s club sweep over with a whoosh and collide with his sword in midair.

    ¡°Bang!¡±

    Baron Palses flew backward like a big ragdoll. His two-handed greatsword had also left his hand and flew somewhere. After a few seconds, he sat up and shook his head. ¡°This thing is more powerful than I thought.¡±

    ¡°So don¡¯t be reckless! Sir, let¡¯s cooperate.¡± Gorda jumped in front of him and raised his shield. ¡°I¡¯ll attract its attention from the front, then you can jump up from behind and slash it.¡±

    ¡°Oh! Cooperate.¡± Baron Palses felt a little dizzy. He looked around. ¡°Where are my two-handed swords?¡±

    A soldier called out from the side, ¡°Father, please help me bring the Baron¡¯s sword over.¡±

    Baron Palses looked in the direction of the voice. His two-handed sword had fallen to Robb¡¯s feet.

    Robb bent down and picked up the two-handed sword. He weighed it in his hand. It was good. He was satisfied with the weight. It was handy. He was just looking for a weapon to beat up the ogre when a two-handed sword fell to the ground at his feet. This was called someone giving him a pillow when he was sleepy.

    ¡°Father¡­ the baron¡¯s sword¡­ hey¡­ hey, hey, hey!¡± A few soldiers thought Robb was going to pick up the sword to hand to the Baron, but instead of returning it to the Baron, Robb waved it twice in his hand as if satisfied. Then he put the sword on his shoulder and walked toward the ogre.

    ¡°What are you doing?¡± The soldiers were shocked. ¡°It¡¯s dangerous over there. Don¡¯t go

    over.¡±

    Baron Palses quickly jumped up as well. ¡°Hey, Mr. Robert, wait! Don¡¯t get yourself killed. Give me the sword.¡±

    He had taken only two steps in pursuit when Gorda caught him and shook her head slowly at him. ¡°Mr. Robert must have his own ideas,¡± she murmured.

    El started to call Robb back, but Snow Dew caught her and shook her head. ¡°Don¡¯t worry. Let¡¯s see what Mr. Robert is up to.¡±

    Thus, under everyone¡¯s gaze, Robb stood in front of the two-headed ogre and raised his head to look at the huge monster in front of him.

    The bloodthirsty ogre was four meters tall. It looked down at Robb like an adult looking at a six or seven-year-old boy. It didn¡¯t even bother to look at him. It kicked at Robb.

    Miss!

    The two-headed ogre¡¯s kick missed. For some reason, the other party was clearly standing in front of him and did not move at all. His huge foot, which was as thick as a bucket, kicked at a motionless person, but it actually missed. This was not normal. What was going on? It did not make sense!

    Unconvinced, it followed up with another.

    Miss!

    He still missed.

    The two-headed ogre felt his brain tremble. Moreover, it had two heads, so when one brain trembled, both brains trembled together. The blue head on the left was dumbfounded, and the redhead on the right had a Spartan face.

    How could it know that in the game, if the difference in agility was too great, the hit rate of physical attacks would be reduced to 1%? This had nothing to do with whether the other party moved or not. Even if Robb did not move and let it hit him, the hit rate of the ogre was still only 1%.

    Such things could not happen in the real world, but Robb did not follow the rules of the real world. He was an oddity in this world. Anything that falls on him can only follow the rules of the game.

    Therefore, when he was motionless, the two-headed ogre would only hit him once every 100 kicks. Of course, even if it hit, whether it would be able to break through his defense was another matter.

    Robb raised the two-handed sword with one hand and pointed the tip at the ogre. ¡°How dare you tear down my house? You¡¯re dead meat. I¡¯ll ask you one thing. How many times do you want to be killed?¡±

 Chapter 36 - Red-Eyed Combo

    The two-headed ogre expressed that it did not want to answer Robb. It roared ¡Á2! Super fierce ¡Á2!

    He raised his left foot and kicked again. Missed!

    Another right foot, another kick. Missed!

    He swung the club at Robb¡¯s head. Missed!

    The left head opened its mouth, and spat an ice arrow at Robb. Resist!

    The right head opened its mouth, and spat out a large fireball at Robb. Resist!

    The two-headed ogre was getting frustrated.

    The baron, the three adventurers, and the nun were all dumbfounded.

    ¡°What happened?¡±

    ¡°What the hell.¡±

    ¡°That¡¯s impossible!¡±

    Robb finally moved under everyone¡¯s stunned gazes. His first move was the same as what Baron Palses had done before he attacked. His eyes turned bloodshot.

    ¡°It¡¯s Blood Rage!¡± Baron Palses shouted. ¡°Eh? Mr. Robert is actually a Berserker?¡±

    Then Robb sprang to his feet.

    Mountain Crushing Slash!

    This was also the move Baron Palses had just used. He was about to say that it was useless when Robb¡¯s sword had already slashed at the two-headed ogre. His movements were so fast that the ogre did not have time to counterattack. He could not deflect Robb¡¯s Mountain Slash like he had just sent Baron Palses flying.

    Then, Robb swung his two-handed greatsword left to right, two slashes, a cross slash, followed by a three-part slash, a blood flow, an outburst of anger, a Falling Light Blade, a Mountain Crushing Slash, a three-part slash, an upward slash, a Soul-Devouring Demon Sealing Slash, a Mountain Crushing Slash¡­

    The sword light was so dazzling that it was too much for the eyes to take in. They only knew that their eyes were filled with scattered sword flowers flying everywhere. All kinds of flashes, all kinds of airflow, and all kinds of light particles flew around.

    At first, Baron Palses could still recognize Robb¡¯s move, but he could no longer see it. He could no longer see Robb¡¯s movements with the naked eye. He could only see a blurry figure waving his sword and slashing at the two-headed ogre. He could not see anything else.

    They didn¡¯t know how long Robb had been hacking at the ogre, but when they came to their senses, they realized that Robb had already sheathed his sword. With a casual toss, the bloody two-handed sword flew across the sky and stabbed into the ground in front of the baron. He clapped his hands and said, ¡°Damn it, I accidentally broke the connection when I reached 943. I was going to use 1,000, but now I¡¯m dead! I¡¯ll return the sword to you. I won¡¯t play Berserker for the time being.¡±

    The onlookers were speechless.

    Looking at the two-headed ogre¡­

    No, there were no more two-headed ogres in the world, only a large pile of messy internal organ fragments, flesh, and dirty bones. This was all thanks to everyone present being used to seeing blood and death. Otherwise, they would really vomit on the spot when they saw this scene.

    Robb scratched his head. ¡°Eh? Sorry! I got carried away when someone tore down my house.¡±

    At this moment, he naturally had to retreat quickly. If he was not careful, he would be in the limelight. He also knew that he had gone too far. This group of people was in a daze now. When they woke up, they would immediately surround him and ask him why he was so strong. They would say a bunch of nonsense to express their admiration. Then, they might ask him to help them do something. It was annoying.

    He quickly reached out one hand and grabbed the stunned Gorda. ¡°You!¡± His body swayed, and his other hand grabbed Kik, who was in a daze. ¡°And you!¡±

    He grabbed someone¡¯s shoulder with one hand and said, ¡°Go and mend the big hole in the house. You brought the ogre. Take responsibility.¡±

    Gorda: ¡°¡­¡±

    Kik: ¡°¡­¡±

    ¡°Hey, stop daydreaming and fix my house!¡±

    Gorda and Kik suddenly woke up from their daze. They did not know whether to laugh or cry. ¡°Yes, yes, we¡¯ll fix it, okay?¡±

    The two of them wandered toward Robb¡¯s church in a daze. After a few steps, they suddenly remembered something and turned around. ¡°Mr. Robert, why did you only capture the two of us? Doesn¡¯t Snow need to repair the house? She brought the ogre too.¡±

    Robb laughed. ¡°How dare you ask a woman to do this kind of rough work, you two big boys? Shut up and get on with it.¡±

    Gorda and Kik had nothing else to say. They obediently went to mend the hole in the wall.

    On the other side, Baron Palses, El, and the soldiers were still in a state of shock, but Robb had already fled far away. He waved his hand and said, ¡°It¡¯s getting late. Let¡¯s go home and wash up. Don¡¯t waste time here. I¡¯ll go back and rest.¡±

    Baron Palses and El nodded mechanically.

    Robb grabbed Snow Dew¡¯s hand and dragged her toward the church. ¡°Come with me. I have something to tell you.¡±

    Snow Dew did not have any strength and was easily pulled away by him.

    It wasn¡¯t until Robb dragged Snow Dew back to the church and said something that Baron Palses came to his senses. He turned to El and said, ¡°This¡­ this priest¡­ who is he? My goodness, your Church actually has such a powerful Berserker?¡±

    El said awkwardly, ¡°I don¡¯t know either. We have to ask him later. It seems that he¡¯s not an ordinary village priest.¡±

    ¡ª-

    Robb and Snow Dew made their way back to the schoolroom, to the quietest spot of the confessionals. It was the holiest part of the church, and there was little chance of anyone eavesdropping.

    As soon as Snow Dew sat down, she took a deep breath. Although her physical injuries had been healed by El, she was still tired. This was not a problem that could be solved with healing spells. Healing spells could only treat injuries, not exhaustion. She stretched her tired limbs and rubbed the muscles on her calves and stomach. She complained, ¡°Damn it. I thought I was only dealing with a few ordinary ogres. I didn¡¯t expect to attract a Boss¡­¡±

    Robb threw up his hands. ¡°If you¡¯ve been so unlucky, how did you survive until now?¡±

    Snow Dew said, ¡°It¡¯s not always so bad. It was clearly quite good in the past, but ever since I met you, my luck has started to plummet. I¡¯ve almost died twice in a row.¡±

    Robb laughed. ¡°Wow. You¡¯re blaming me?¡±

    Snow Dew laughed and said, ¡°Hahaha! I¡¯m just joking. I know we¡¯re courting death. You¡¯ve saved us twice. I don¡¯t know how to thank you¡­¡± She was a woman who liked to joke. She had always spoken without thinking. She suddenly dragged out her words here. In fact, she wanted to joke that she didn¡¯t know if it was enough to devote her life to him.

    However, before he said this, he still felt shy. He felt that it was too early for them to joke about this kind of thing. He forced himself to suppress it and changed his words. ¡°What did you call me over for?¡±

    Robb said, ¡°It¡¯s the same thing as last time. Is there a blank scroll? Take it out. I¡¯ll make you another instant teleportation scroll.¡±

    Hearing this, Snow Dew couldn¡¯t help but be slightly stunned. She was a little touched. ¡°I¡¯m really sorry. You gave me such a precious scroll, but I wasted it in the blink of an eye. Now you want to make it for me again? The last time I made one, it had only been a few days. Have you recovered your magic power? If you haven¡¯t recovered and immediately make a second one, won¡¯t you die of exhaustion?¡±

    Robb laughed. ¡°I won¡¯t die. Don¡¯t worry. I won¡¯t use up all my magic yet. Be at ease. If you want my scroll, you¡¯ll make me worry about your team instead.¡±

    Snow Dew was inexplicably touched. They had only met by chance. She really didn¡¯t know how to thank him for doing so much for her team.

    Robb said, ¡°I called you here because I need you to do me a favor. I don¡¯t want people to know how powerful I am.¡±

 Chapter 37 - Use This Thing to Fool Them

    Snow Dew was slightly taken aback. ¡°How can we fool them? That brilliant combo skill of yours just now practically brought the Berserker to the extreme. There are so many people here, and none of them are blind. You still want to fool them?¡±

    Robb threw up his hands. ¡°I didn¡¯t want to show it off like this, but I just saw my house break down and I got carried away. Well, that¡¯s why I need to fix it now.¡±

    Snow Dew shook her head. ¡°There¡¯s no way to salvage the situation. No matter what you say, no one will believe that you¡¯re not powerful enough.¡±

    ¡°There are ways,¡± Robb said. ¡°I want to ask you something. Is there any magic that can make a person¡¯s soul leave their body instantly, or possess a person¡¯s soul, or suddenly become very powerful? Can you borrow something like the power of a hero?¡±

    Snow Dew nodded. ¡°That¡¯s true. In the ancient magic system, there are many similar records. For example, someone obtains a cursed secret treasure that contains the soul of a hero. Then, when he uses this secret treasure, he can temporarily be possessed by the soul of a hero and become very powerful. However, after that, he will be as tired as a pile of mud and take a long time to recover.¡±

    ¡°Well, that¡¯s good. This one, then.¡± Robb laughed. ¡°If you have any worthless gemstones, precious stones, or strange magical artifacts on you, give them to me and tell someone later that it¡¯s an ancient treasure that houses the ancestors of the Berserkers¡­ Hmm¡­ I¡¯ll have to give the ancestors of the Berserkers a very powerful name here. I¡¯ll just call him Doraemon. Anyway, there¡¯s a powerful soul in the gemstone. I used that treasure just now, and then the soul attached to my body, and I became stronger. Now that the treasure has been used up, I¡¯ll start to turn into mud soon. It¡¯ll take at least ten days, no, forty-nine days to recover.¡±

    Snow Dew broke out in a sweat. ¡°Hey, this is ridiculous. Who would believe you?¡±

    Robb said, ¡°I know it¡¯s hard to believe, but compared to this unbelievable artifact, my red-eyed combo just now is even harder to believe.¡±

    Snow Dew thought about it, and it made sense. Robb¡¯s eyes were red, and he looked terrifying. He stood still and let the ogre attack a few rounds, but he was fine. Then, he used that crazy combo. It changed her worldview. Even she, who had long known that he was powerful, found it unbelievable. Others would probably find it even more unbelievable. Instead of believing that he was so powerful, it was better to believe in a secret treasure that came out of nowhere.

    She searched her pockets and finally found a small red stone. It was a ruby of poor quality and not very valuable. She said awkwardly, ¡°Adventurers are very poor. I only have this lousy stone on me. I don¡¯t know if I can use it to cheat people.¡±

    Robb took it and looked at it, then smiled. ¡°The stone is broken, but with a little magic, it can be used to trick people.¡±

    ¡°Hmm?¡± Snow Dew was about to ask him how to add magic when Robb¡¯s body lit up with a strange red light. Then, a huge amount of magic power spread out from Robb¡¯s body and entered the worthless ruby. The ruby that looked like a broken stone by the roadside instantly emitted a red light. This red light fused with the color of the ruby, making it a very dazzling red.

    Snow Dew¡¯s beautiful eyes widened. ¡°Eh? This¡­ this stone. Wow, I feel that it suddenly became very powerful.¡±

    Robb said, ¡°Feel its magic.¡±

    Snow Dew sensed it carefully and was shocked. ¡°This¡­ What terrifying magic power¡­¡±

    Robb laughed. ¡°Now you can use it to cheat people, can¡¯t you?¡±

    Snow Dew nodded vigorously. ¡°Absolutely.¡±

    Robb snickered. ¡°That¡¯s all right, then. In a moment, that¡¯s what you¡¯ll say¡­¡± He¡¯d arranged a script, prepared it diligently.

    ¡ª-

    The sky was dark. Westwind was asleep, but Robb was taking a hot bath.

    Berserkers were an inelegant profession. Once they attacked, it was either one dies or the other. They did not care about movement techniques or gentlemanly manners at all. Robb was inevitably splattered with blood and flesh. It was unbearable. Now that Lillian had boiled a large bucket of hot water for him, he soaked while looking at the stars in the sky. He whistled and hummed an old song. It was very comfortable.

    Footsteps sounded. Two of them. Robb didn¡¯t need to turn around to know that El and the Baron were coming. The Baron¡¯s heavy footsteps, in particular, sounded loud in the quiet night.

    ¡°Sorry to disturb your bath, Mr. Robert.¡± The Baron¡¯s footsteps stopped beside him. Robb turned to see the Baron standing in front of him, but El was a few steps behind. She was not looking in Robb¡¯s direction. Instead, she deliberately turned her head to look at the Black Pine Mountains in the night. It was obvious that the aloof nun did not want to look, or was too embarrassed to look at a man bathing. Even if the man¡¯s body was submerged in the water with only his head showing, she was too embarrassed to stare.

    Robb waved at the Baron. ¡°Not at all. I¡¯m thick-skinned enough to be seen in the bath.¡±

    The Baron said with admiration and respect, ¡°Father, I came over so late to disturb you because I wanted to ask you about¡­ ahem¡­ the series of moves you used when you killed the two-headed ogre just now. Although I¡¯m only a good-for-nothing Berserker, I can tell that your combo just now has already reached the highest realm of a Berserker. That¡­ I¡¯m very curious. Where did you learn such excellent combat techniques?¡±

    The Baron¡¯s tone was humble, for he had been truly shocked. He himself was a Berserker, so he knew very well how terrifying Robb¡¯s combo was. Even if he was given twenty years, he would not be sure that he could reach that level.

    Of course, he couldn¡¯t be blamed. Leveling in the real world was slower than in the game. It wasn¡¯t that he didn¡¯t work hard, but that Robb had a cheat.

    As soon as he finished asking, El said, ¡°Father, I also want to know. You¡¯re clearly a priest of our Holy Church, a Clergy. Why can you use that¡­ that¡­ ahem¡­ in short, it doesn¡¯t seem like the fighting style of a priest.¡±

    She originally wanted to say ¡°bloody and cruel¡±, but she felt that it was not appropriate to say that, so she changed to a more polite way of saying it.

    One had to mention some unwritten rules of Western clergies. Usually, Clergies would not use weapons such as swords and spears that would make a bloody hole in their enemies or cause broken limbs and blood to fly everywhere. Instead, they would use staff, hammers, scepters, and other things in a loving spirit to beat people up until they suffered internal injuries. Otherwise, how could it reflect the loving spirit of the God of Light?

    It was not Christian-like of Robb to cut a monster to pieces with a two-handed sword.

 Chapter 38 - Nonsense

    Robb had expected them to come and ask him questions. Fortunately, he had already thought of a plan. He was not in the least flustered now. With a splash, he took an arm out of the bathtub.

    The movement startled El, and she thought Robb was about to come out of the bathtub. She didn¡¯t want to see a man¡¯s naked body, so she quickly closed her eyes. ¡°Hey, talk nicely. Don¡¯t jump out of the water all of a sudden.¡±

    Robb laughed. ¡°I didn¡¯t jump out of the water. I just raised my hand. Don¡¯t make a fuss.¡±

    ¡°Oh, that¡¯s good.¡± El opened her eyes again, but she was still too embarrassed to look at him. She glanced sideways at Robb, who was clenching his fist in the hand he had taken out of the water. He was obviously holding something in his palm.

    ¡°What are you trying to do?¡± she asked before she could stop herself.

    ¡°I want to explain why I was so powerful just now. I¡¯m holding something that can explain my sword technique just now.¡±

    Now El¡¯s curiosity was truly piqued, and she no longer glanced to the side, not even bothering to avoid the boundary between men and women. She took two steps forward, her eyes locked on Robb¡¯s clenched fist.

    The Baron felt the same way. He was even more curious than El. Robb¡¯s trick had been the ultimate pursuit of Berserkers. It had been so brilliant that the Baron had been envious. If only he could be as powerful. Now that he had heard that the secret was in Robb¡¯s palm, his breathing quickened, and he took two steps forward.

    Robb slowly opened his palm. The gesture was so slow that it made the Baron want to rush up and open his fingers. After a few seconds, Robb¡¯s fingers completely relaxed. What appeared in his palm was a red gem. This gem was obviously not ordinary. It shone with a bright red light. This was the favorite color of Berserkers, the color they believed in the most, just like the believers of the God of Light in gold.

    ¡°What¡­ what¡­ what is this?¡± The Baron¡¯s tone became abnormal. ¡°I like its color. Oh, I even feel power from it.¡±

    El also looked at the stone without blinking. She was different from the Baron. The Baron was a Berserker. He knew almost nothing about magic. His sensory ability was very weak. Most of the time, he could only judge things with his naked eyes and instinct.

    But El was a priestess who dealt with magic all year round, and her training in it allowed her to sense far more than the Baron. She sensed great power in the ruby, that overwhelming surge of power.

    El¡¯s cold expression could not help but collapse. She could not help but ask, ¡°What exactly is this? Although I don¡¯t understand, I feel that it¡¯s very powerful.¡±

    Robb shrugged. ¡°I picked it up in the mountains. I didn¡¯t know what it was when I picked it up. I just felt its power, like you all feel about it, so I kept it with me. I was furious when the ogre threw a rock at my house, and then this stone in my pocket suddenly poured a lot of power into me. Then my brain went blank, and when I woke up, I found the ogre cut to pieces. Oh, I swear on my devotion to the God of Light, I really don¡¯t know anything.¡±

    For a priest to swear by the God of Light was a serious matter. El instantly believed Robb¡¯s words, and the Baron no longer had any doubts. Both of their eyes were locked on the ruby in Robb¡¯s hand. After a long time, the Baron said in a difficult voice, ¡°Father, do you mean that as long as you hold this stone, you will be as strong as you were just now?¡±

    Robb said matter-of-factly, ¡°Maybe, perhaps.¡±

    The Baron swallowed and asked with difficulty, ¡°This¡­ this is really¡­ amazing. What is it?¡±

    At this moment, a cry of surprise suddenly sounded from the side. Then, a figure flashed past. It was the red-haired mage, Snow Dew. She pounced over from the side and pointed at the ruby in Robb¡¯s hand. ¡°Oh my god! It¡¯s a cursed ruby. You actually have this thing. No wonder you were so powerful just now.¡±

    Robb looked like an Oscar-winning actor. ¡°What the hell is a cursed ruby?¡±

    The baron and El were really dumbfounded. ¡°What cursed ruby?¡±

    Snow Dew cleared her throat and said in a mysterious voice, ¡°Speaking of the cursed ruby, I have to tell a story. When I was still an apprentice Mage, my teacher locked me in the library and asked me to memorize the book ¡®Encyclopedia of Common Fire Magic Incantations¡¯ before letting me out. Then, I found a few books in the library¡­¡±

    As soon as she said this, El could not help but complain coldly, ¡°Since you¡¯ve already been grounded by your teacher, quickly memorize the book that your teacher mentioned. Why do you still have to flip through other books?¡±

    Snow Dew spread her hands. ¡°Mages are not like you priests, who follow the rules. We are full of curiosity and personality, and we never follow the rules. Is it strange for a Mage to finish reading half a shelf of books between books?¡±

    El: ¡°¡­¡±

    She really didn¡¯t know how to rebutt back.

    When the Baron heard that the two of them had instantly digressed, he could not help but say anxiously, ¡°Ladies, can you get to the point? We¡¯re talking about that gem now.¡±

    Only then did Snow Dew resume her storytelling. She continued, ¡°Alright, let¡¯s continue. At that time, I flipped through a book called The Encyclopedia of Cursed Secret Treasures. There was a page that happened to depict the ruby in Mr. Robert¡¯s hand.¡±

    ¡°Oh, oh!¡± The Baron was excited. ¡°What is it? Tell me, tell me!¡±

    Snow Dew chuckled and continued, ¡°The cursed ruby is a secret treasure left behind by the great but unknown Berserker ancestor, Doraemon¡­¡±

    ¡°Doraemon?¡± the Baron asked curiously. ¡°Why haven¡¯t I heard this ancestor¡¯s name before?¡±

    Robb barged in. ¡°Do you think you know enough to know everything in the world? Do you know the names of all your ancestors?¡±

    The Baron looked embarrassed and quickly lowered his head. ¡°Sorry, I was too arrogant. Please continue, Mage.¡±

    Snow Dew secretly gave Robb a thumbs-up with her hands behind her back and continued, ¡°The ancestor of the Berserkers, Doraemon, was seriously injured in a battle with the enemy. He was unwilling to die like this, even though his life was flashing before his eyes. Therefore, before he died, he asked an Archmage to seal his soul in a ruby with a secret technique, waiting for the day when he could use someone else¡¯s body to continue fighting.¡±

    She pointed sharply at the ruby in Robb¡¯s hand. ¡°That¡¯s the ruby! It¡¯s just like the one in the book.¡±

 Chapter 39 - I Defeat Myself

    The most important thing about lying was to know when to stop and let others spin the rest for you. Robb understood this. The script he had planned for Snow Dew was about to begin.

    As expected, Snow Dew immediately shut her mouth and put on a ¡°Now you understand¡± expression.

    The Baron immediately ¡°understood¡±. He first cried out and then said, ¡°I see. Just now, the priest saw the house being destroyed by the two-headed ogre and was furious. Anger is the source of the Berserker¡¯s power, so the cursed ruby was activated. The soul of the Berserker, Doraemon¡¯s essence, sealed inside, came out from the ruby and attached to the priest. Then, he temporarily controlled the priest¡¯s body and used that incredible sword technique.¡±

    ¡°You¡¯re really wise!¡± Snow Dew sighed. ¡°I think things are just as you think.¡±

    At this moment, El also ¡°understood¡± and could not help but sigh. ¡°So that¡¯s how it is. No wonder, I can feel a powerful and indescribable power from this ruby. So it¡¯s the power of an ancient hero. It¡¯s really admirable.¡±

    ¡°So I picked up something this powerful?¡± Robb also pretended to be confused. ¡°Wow, then I¡¯ll be invincible in the future. When I¡¯m angry, I can call him out with a ruby. I won¡¯t be afraid of any monster anymore.¡±

    ¡°It¡¯s not that easy.¡± Snow Dew smiled. ¡°Using this gem has very detrimental side effects. Otherwise, it wouldn¡¯t be called a cursed ruby. This gem stimulates the power of a hero. It¡¯s not something an ordinary person¡¯s body can withstand. You¡¯ll immediately feel exhausted. Be it energy or physical strength, you¡¯ll be exhausted. You¡¯ll be as limp as a pile of mud for the next 49 days.¡±

    ¡°Eh? Eh?¡± Robb made a noise, and then another. ¡°Ah? No wonder. I¡¯ve been feeling weak since the beginning. I¡¯m limp in the bathtub, and I don¡¯t want to move at all. Good God, I¡¯ve spent too much energy and stamina. Ah! No! I don¡¯t want to be unable to move for 49 days. I¡¯m a hard worker. I can¡¯t be lazy like this. I want to get up and work. I love work.¡±

    ¡°This isn¡¯t laziness. It¡¯s magic. And that¡¯s not all. If you keep it on you, it¡¯ll keep sucking away your energy and stamina until you¡¯re a corpse.¡±

    ¡°Ah? I don¡¯t want to die!¡± Robb¡¯s face twisted in pain. He struggled to get out of the bathtub, but it was futile. ¡°This damn gem. It¡¯s taking my energy and my strength. It¡¯s trying to kill me!¡±

    Robb threw out the ruby.

    The secret treasure fell to the ground and rolled around.

    The Baron cried out and reached out to pick it up from the ground, but El, who was beside him, suddenly pushed him away, preventing him from grabbing the gem on the ground. She said coldly, ¡°Baron, didn¡¯t you hear what the Mage just said? You can¡¯t be tempted by this cursed secret treasure. Otherwise, you will be sucked dry by it.¡±

    ¡°But¡­ but it contains the soul of the Berserker ancestor, Doraemon. I¡­ I want his power. If I can perform a combo like him, I¡¯ll be happy, even if it costs my life.¡±

    ¡°You¡¯ve committed the sin of greed!¡± El raised the wooden staff in her hand and swung it at the Baron¡¯s head. ¡°Wake up!¡±

    The blow woke the Baron up a little. He quickly calmed himself down. ¡°Oh, right. Greed is a big sin. It will kill me.¡±

    ¡°Destroy it. We can¡¯t let it stay in this world and harm people.¡± El swung her staff and slammed it into the ruby. There was a flash of red light, followed by a dull thud. El¡¯s wooden staff bounced off and landed ten yards away.

    ¡°I¡¯m not strong enough,¡± El shouted. ¡°Baron, it¡¯s up to you.¡±

    The Baron gritted his teeth. He was actually extremely reluctant, but he still resolutely and resolutely pulled out his two-handed greatsword. His eyes turned blood-red, and he was furious. He raised his sword with both hands and raised it above his head. He shouted, ¡°Break! Mountain! Slash!¡±

    The two-handed greatsword was filled with the Baron¡¯s anger as it slashed down on the cursed ruby. The violent blade immediately cut open the surface of the ruby. With a flash of red light, the magic power in the stone surged wildly, forming a strange whirlwind. It was as if a heroic voice could be heard laughing in the wind. ¡°Hahahaha, hahahaha¡­¡±

    The sound drifted, sounding like it¡¯s moving further and further away. It felt good to dance. It had been a long time since¡­

    In the end, the red light dissipated, and the originally bright red ruby became dim, like a worthless ordinary trash stone.

    The Baron raised his two-handed greatsword high and made a victory gesture. Hot tears flowed from his red eyes as he roared, ¡°I did it. I didn¡¯t just cut a stone. I cut off my greed and desire. I crossed the most important threshold of growth. Hahahaha, I feel even stronger!¡±

    Robb couldn¡¯t help but give the Baron a thumbs up. ¡°You win! The rarest trait for humans is to defeat themselves, and you did it. I have no doubt that your future achievements will be above the ancestor of the Berserkers, Doraemon¡­ Because you can only surpass him without relying on him.¡±

    ¡°Hahaha, hahaha!¡± The Baron looked up at the sky and laughed. He carried his two-handed sword in a carefree manner and walked proudly to the barracks on the hill. Everything he had experienced today had become the most precious milestone in his life. It would motivate him to keep moving forward.

    El walked away and quietly picked up his wooden staff. He said to Robb, who was in the bathtub, ¡°Are you too weak to come out? Let me help you back to your room.¡±

    ¡°How could I?¡± Robb said. ¡°I¡¯m naked, and you¡¯re a girl. It¡¯s not proper.¡±

    El shook her head. ¡°When I¡¯m saving lives, I¡¯m no longer a woman but a messenger of God. It makes no difference to me whether you¡¯re clothed or not. You¡¯re just a frail patient now.¡±

    ¡°Well, I don¡¯t think that¡¯s a good idea,¡± Robb said. ¡°I¡¯ll rest a bit longer. I can get back on my own.¡±

    Snow Dew chimed in, ¡°Sister, it¡¯s better if you don¡¯t. I¡¯ll help Mr. Robert back to his room. After all, I was the one who attracted the two-headed ogre this time. I¡¯ll take responsibility.¡±

    El thought about it carefully. Forget it. Seeing a young man¡¯s body was still too embarrassing. Since the Mage was willing to help, she would just let it be.

    She said coldly, ¡°Then I¡¯ll go to bed first. Good night.¡±

 Chapter 40 - About to Enter the Mountain

    With the Baron and El gone, Robb and Snow Dew were the only ones left in the yard. The Oscar-winning actors and actresses looked at each other for a moment, then giggled together.

    Snow Dew chuckled. ¡°They¡¯re so gullible! Are all nobles and nuns so gullible?¡±

    Robb threw up his hands. ¡°It¡¯s not that they¡¯re easy to fool. It¡¯s just better to believe in the power of an artifact than to believe that I¡¯m strong. It¡¯s too easy to choose the wrong one.¡±

    Snow Dew said, ¡°I wouldn¡¯t be so gullible.¡±

    Robb said, ¡°That¡¯s because you haven¡¯t seen me when I¡¯m lazy.¡±

    Hearing his words, Snow Dew could not help but shrug her shoulders. ¡°I really don¡¯t understand. Why do you want to stay in such a small town? At first, I thought that you wanted to hide your identity because you were being hunted down. However, when I saw that the Baron of the Grand Kingdom and the nun of the Holy Church could get along with you peacefully, I knew that there was no such thing. In that case, you have no reason to hide in such a small town. With your ability, wouldn¡¯t you be able to easily stand out in a big city? Or, wouldn¡¯t it be extremely thrilling to take the risk to hunt the most ferocious monsters and find the most mysterious treasure?¡±

    Robb shrugged. ¡°What¡¯s the point of making a name for yourself? What¡¯s the point of fighting monsters? What¡¯s the point of finding artifacts? They¡¯re all meaningless.¡±

    Snow Dew didn¡¯t know whether to laugh or cry. ¡°What is this feeling of seeing through the mortal world like an Eastern monk?¡±

    Robb laughed. ¡°All right, Lady Snow Dew, don¡¯t try to talk me out of it. Just let me be. I¡¯ll be here all the time. I won¡¯t go anywhere. I¡¯ll wait until the next time you¡¯re chased by monsters, you come back to see me with a teleport scroll.¡±

    Snow Dew said seriously, ¡°I definitely won¡¯t be able to use that thing so easily!¡±

    ¡°Never say never!¡±

    ¡°What does that mean?¡±

    ¡°Hahaha, I can¡¯t be bothered to tell you.¡±

    ¡­

    That night, Snow Dew used Robb¡¯s ¡°water system¡± to take a bath. She was amazed. Of course, she changed into clean clothes after the bath. Robb couldn¡¯t keep his eyes open when he saw the Mage with her red hair. She was so sexy and hot.

    But the other two members of Snow Dew¡¯s team weren¡¯t so lucky. They¡¯d been working on the house all night. They weren¡¯t very good at the work of a mason. If the holes in the church walls had been mended by a real mason, it would have taken about an hour or two. But the two of them had been busy all night. By dawn, the church walls had finally been mended, and the two of them had fallen asleep with their heads tilted on the grass beside them.

    The most tragic thing was that the two of them had just fallen asleep when they were woken up by the sharp whistle on the hill. When they opened their sleepy eyes, they realized that the scout team led by the Baron was preparing to march into the Black Pine Mountains.

    Robb, who always liked to sleep in, came out of the church, rubbing his eyes. He was still wearing a tube nightdress. He took a cup and a toothbrush made of pig hair and stood by the faucet by the field. He took a glass of water and brushed it in his mouth with a toothbrush that was not stained with toothpaste. As he brushed, he muttered unhappily, ¡°What in God¡¯s name? Whistling at dawn. No social etiquette at all.¡±

    El, dressed in her nun¡¯s habit and carrying a wooden staff, had also risen from her bed. She came out of the nun¡¯s room in the church and froze when she saw Robb brushing his teeth in the yard. ¡°Father, didn¡¯t the cursed ruby drain your energy and stamina? It takes you forty-nine days to recover. How come you can walk now?¡±

    Robb stilled, thinking to himself, F*ck! I forgot! I woke up half-asleep and only remembered to brush my teeth.

    However, there was no need to panic here. It was fine as long as he was steady. He quickly put on a radiant and holy face. ¡°Last night, I recited the Holy Bible of Light desperately and begged the God of Light to hear my plea. Perhaps because I was very pious, the God of Light might have sent something like a miracle to me. I suddenly returned to a state where I could just barely move. Although I can¡¯t use any strength in my body now, I can wash my face, brush my teeth, and walk a few steps.¡±

    The pure-hearted nun was so easily deceived. She nodded at Robb. ¡°That¡¯s great! I can relax a little. Rest well. I¡¯ll visit you when the Baron and I find the evil necromancer.¡±

    ¡°You¡¯re welcome,¡± Robb said.

    ¡°Father, Sister.¡± The Baron strode towards the two of them. ¡°We are about to set off!¡±

    ¡°Okay, I¡¯m ready too.¡± El nodded at him.

    Robb waved a hand. ¡°I hope you find the necromancer and the lord sends out his troops as soon as possible. We might be able to recover the dozens of bones that were stolen from Westwind.¡±

    ¡°Let¡¯s hope so!¡± The Baron smiled. ¡°At the moment, I¡¯m confident that I can face any difficulties.¡±

    Robb could see that the man was different. He had learned something after cutting the ruby last night. The stone was fake, but the demon in the Baron¡¯s heart had been cut off was real. He had truly cut off his greed and desire, so he would grow.

    ¡°Baron, Sister.¡± Gorda¡¯s voice sounded from the side. ¡°I was listening. You seem to be going into the mountains to search for some bad guy?¡±

    ¡°Yes!¡± The Baron did not avoid it at all. He said generously, ¡°We are investigating a conspiracy.¡±

    ¡°Oh, that¡¯s great.¡± Gorda grinned and said, ¡°Then do you want to entrust us to go with you? As you can see, the three of us are very powerful adventurers, and the Black Pine Mountains you¡¯re about to go to is not a peaceful place. It¡¯s filled with unknown dangers. Although the hundred soldiers under your command are well-trained, they¡¯re only soldiers after all. Their combat strength can already be seen clearly in yesterday¡¯s battle. I think that with the three of us, your tracking will be smoother.¡±

    The Baron was slightly stunned. This multiple-choice question was very easy to answer. Three seconds later, he extended his right hand to Gorda. ¡°Welcome. I¡¯m willing to pay you twenty gold coins for this operation.¡±

    Gorda smiled. ¡°It¡¯s not easy for three people to split twenty. Are you trying to make us fight among ourselves? I think you should pay twenty-one.¡±

    ¡°Oh, it¡¯s a deal!¡±

    Robb put down his mouthwash cup and toothbrush. ¡°I say, Gorda,¡± he said sourly, ¡°do you know what the Baron is dealing with? More than seven hundred skeleton soldiers and a powerful necromancer. You take such a task lightly. In a few days, you¡¯ll be in close contact with death again.¡±

    Gorda laughed. ¡°Which adventurer doesn¡¯t deal with death every day? People who are afraid of death won¡¯t come out and take risks.¡±

    Behind him, Kik and Snowdew shrugged. They didn¡¯t say anything, but they silently agreed with Gorda.

    Robb thought to himself: What a bloody retard. Do you have to make me worry like this? He¡¯d given Snow Dew another Instant Teleportation scroll last night, but it still didn¡¯t feel right. Well, well, well. I¡¯m a sentimental man, after all. ¡°Wait a minute,¡± he said to the others. ¡°I¡¯ll get you something from the warehouse.¡±