The Crimson Mercenary Guild.
A guild proudly showing off its force on the Versailles Continent. Only Mercenaries over level 280 were permitted to join. They operated Mercenary guild branches in every kingdom, and the entirety of the wealthy Nemere Lakeside basin area was under their control. They were the rulers of a vast region, possessing 5 castles and 28 villages.
The Crimson Mercenary Guild was meeting in Haryun Castle, the closest castle to the Nemere Lakeside.
“It’s Wargod Weed.”
“Guild master, shouldn’t we subjugate him?
The Crimson Mercenary Guild’s chief, Maren, nodded.
“There’s plenty of reasons to subjugate Weed.”
The glory of fighting the Wargod Weed and winning!
For the Crimson Mercenary Guild, which sought dominance over the entire Versailles Continent, it was something to be desired.
However, there were some Mercenaries who opposed it while shaking their heads.
“Since the Continent of Magic, he is an idol-like figure for Mercenaries. It’s too much for us, the representatives of Mercenaries, to subjugate him.”
“There needs to be a justification. If we attack him with no reason at all, how is it any different from thieves who steals from another?”
“How is a justification important? Think about the fame! It’s a chance to gain the fame of having won a fight against the Wargod Weed.”
“Only time will tell if it’ll become fame or dishonor.”
20 top ranking Mercenaries were arguing, without budging an inch from their opinions.
Maren, the Chief of the Mercenary guild, had been greedily considering subjugating Weed at first. But, after hearing the opposing viewpoints, he was a little hesitant.
There was glory in it. The title of being the player who had killed the Wargod Weed was very charismatic. On the other hand, they would earn the hostility of the players who revered Weed.
Even former Continent of Magic players didn’t dislike Weed. His fame on Royal Road was reaching a peak among general players. As far as fame went, Weed had risen to the ranks of Bardray, whose Hermes Guild was officially the strongest. There was no knowing if striking Weed, who succeeded in impossible quests and was becoming an idol for players, would be profitable for their guild or not.
Naphgel, one of the top Mercenaries, said, “How in the world can you say that bringing out our whole guild and trampling Weed is a chance to gain fame? Is there anyone among us who is confident they can win a one on one fight against Weed?”
“…”
At that, the entire gathering fell silent. Even Maren couldn’t say anything in response to that.
Weed had never publicized his level or skills before.
“It’ll be tough if we assume he’s a normal Sculptor. Who can fight like Weed in the Palrangka battle?”
“…”
No matter how you looked at it, his ability to swing his sword in a battle, with only a meager chance of success, was due to his mental fortitude. Regular players revered Weed because of his courage to throw down everything and take up the challenge.
“Just considering his fighting ability, there aren’t many people here who are confident they can win against him. And his real profession may not be a Sculptor.”
“Naphgel, you mean…?”
“We can’t be off-guard just because he’s a Sculptor. With his use of Necromancer magic and the physical fighting prowess he’s shown, there’s really no telling what his profession is.”
Maren was also a ranker within the top 50 of all of Royal Road, but he didn’t know his opponents’ abilities at all. Considering the fighting ability Weed had shown when fighting the Bone Dragon and the quests he had completed, it was, honestly, daunting.
‘We fight as a guild. But honestly… I have no confidence in being able to do a quest alone like that. And, apart from level, his battle sense is at least several times greater than mine.’
There wasn’t much information known about Weed.
Being defeated in a one on one fight with many variables would be very damaging. If a ranker of Maren’s level died, it would be extremely difficult to regain the lost level and proficiency. He could even be culled from the breathlessly tight competition between rankers. Moreover, a fight with Weed would definitely be put on broadcast, and videos would be posted as well. If he was defeated in such a fight, he had to bear the knowledge that he could also lose his fame.
The image was being drawn in Maren’s head!
‘He’d tear our guild members apart like tissue paper, and the Ice Dragon, Phoenix, Wyvern… and if he used that uber rare Necromancer magic too, it’d be a big pain in the ass.’
The might of Necromancer magic was publicly acknowledged. There were fierce complaints from the people who actually tried raising a Necromancer about how the class’s Stamina was low and that they were hard to raise, but because of the terrifying sight Weed had shown in the broadcast, it was a profession many people aspired to be.