The entrance to Morata.
“Hehe, thank you very much.”
“We’ve been a lot of trouble to Da'in nim.”
“Thanks to you that we were able to break this quest.”
Before the gate, there was a party disbanding.
The place they explored at was the Spring of Oblivion within the Twilight Ruins!
“It’s unbelievable. To think we could subjugate the Twilight Ruins like this.”
“We got so many items, it was an interesting experience. It is all due to Da'in nim.”
“Heh, don’t mention it.”
Among the party members, one amazing Shaman who was very memorable.
Shamans were usually deemed as the jack of all trade.
Ranging from treatment and magical spells, buffs, and curses, it was a struggle of a class to have.
There was no upside to be seen as is.
So when ones form parties, they usually do not designate a spot for Shamans to join.
They lacked the ability to deal treatments to the level of the Clerics, or were they specifically able to work at any certain area; so in most cases, whenever Shamans were invited, they usually only played a supporting role.
But the Shaman Da'in was in a different dimension in comparison to the others.
Her treatment magic exceeded the tolerable of a Cleric, and her damage output was near those of the Wizards in term of magic attacks.
Blind.
Blockade magic.
Using vines of trees to bind and stop enemies’ movements.
Invisible arrows.
Familiar summons.
While her variety of skills were correctly set to obtain the most advantage, her mastery of the skills were also very high.
No wonder the party members were smothered by Da'in.
“Hehehe, then do you all want to register as friends?”
At Dain’s suggestion, the party welcomed it readily.
“Sure.”
“Then we’ll do more some other times!”
So Da'in bid a final farewell to the party; after which, she roamed Morata wanting a tour.
Entering the town, she saw many shops were still in construction that she had never seen before.
“Need people to go hunting in the hills in the south. Preferably Wizard.”
“Need those beyond the level of 300. Need warriors that can take hits of those level 400 or more.”
“Want Wizards. Necromancers and Summoners welcome. To do quest.”
There were many people who were trying to recruit members to hunt or do quests.
While many blue collar workers in their rightful place began creating items, the other vendors set up their shops.
Tailors, faith, trading post opened!
From these small textile vendors, leather and cloths were woven.
Rather than going to other cities to buy the expensive leather, adventurers here paid money to have their customized equipments produced in exchange.
Since Morata was the leading in textile technology, pretty good items were produced from the given materials.
The faith vendors relieved curses and gave blessings, while they also played a role in training Paladins and Clerics.
The trading post was a popular place that was always crowded with Merchants.
At Morata, with the rise in traffic of people, the need for luxurious goods, food, weapons and armors were also on the rise.
While some others obtained goods sold in Morata, and earned profits by selling the materials at other regions.
The Mercenary Guild was finally completed.
Members of the Red Shield mercenary gathered after their tough lives of mercenaries.
After one having exchange drinks with the mercenaries, they share a conversation regarding the employment of these hired guns.
In some cases, someone who doesn’t want to for a party for a quest chooses to hire mercenaries.
The dialogue between them is to figure out whether the soon to be hire merc has the basic qualification to be do the job.
After considering the reputation, level, and occupation, the chance of the employment corresponds to the level of familiarity.
Although their services were expensive and on a daily allowance, endless amount of people had been looking for mercenaries because their costs spoke for their effectiveness.
While Da'in took a lap around the town to purchase the necessary goods, she walked to a party seeking a Wizard.
“Class Shaman. If you don’t mind it, my level is 227.”
“It’s a bit low, so…let me try to talk to the party members and I’ll be happy to reply.”
The leader was Paikeumaen(Pike-Man), with a pike polearm as a main weapon.
After having chatted with his party members via whispers, he nodded.
“It seemed you’re quite famous and well known. Da'in nim is very welcome. Our commissioned quest is to punish the servitors of the Skull before the coming sunset. Would you like to join?”
“Yes!”
Da'in joined the party even if it was just a simple quest.
The location for their quest was at the Green Lake near the town of Morata.
Da'in with her new party moved toward their destination.
The entrance to Morata.“Hehe, thank you very much.”“We’ve been a lot of trouble to Da'in nim.”“Thanks to you that we were able to break this quest.”Before the gate, there was a party disbanding.The place they explored at was the Spring of Oblivion within the Twilight Ruins!“It’s unbelievable. To think we could subjugate the Twilight Ruins like this.”“We got so many items, it was an interesting experience. It is all due to Da'in nim.”“Heh, don’t mention it.”Among the party members, one amazing Shaman who was very memorable.Shamans were usually deemed as the jack of all trade.Ranging from treatment and magical spells, buffs, and curses, it was a struggle of a class to have.There was no upside to be seen as is.So when ones form parties, they usually do not designate a spot for Shamans to join.They lacked the ability to deal treatments to the level of the Clerics, or were they specifically able to work at any certain area; so in most cases, whenever Shamans were invited, they usually only played a supporting role.But the Shaman Da'in was in a different dimension in comparison to the others.Her treatment magic exceeded the tolerable of a Cleric, and her damage output was near those of the Wizards in term of magic attacks.Blind.Blockade magic.Using vines of trees to bind and stop enemies’ movements.Invisible arrows.Familiar summons.While her variety of skills were correctly set to obtain the most advantage, her mastery of the skills were also very high.No wonder the party members were smothered by Da'in.
“Hehehe, then do you all want to register as friends?”
At Dain’s suggestion, the party welcomed it readily.
“Sure.”
“Then we’ll do more some other times!”
So Da'in bid a final farewell to the party; after which, she roamed Morata wanting a tour.
Entering the town, she saw many shops were still in construction that she had never seen before.
“Need people to go hunting in the hills in the south. Preferably Wizard.”
“Need those beyond the level of 300. Need warriors that can take hits of those level 400 or more.”
“Want Wizards. Necromancers and Summoners welcome. To do quest.”
There were many people who were trying to recruit members to hunt or do quests.
While many blue collar workers in their rightful place began creating items, the other vendors set up their shops.
Tailors, faith, trading post opened!
From these small textile vendors, leather and cloths were woven.
Rather than going to other cities to buy the expensive leather, adventurers here paid money to have their customized equipments produced in exchange.
Since Morata was the leading in textile technology, pretty good items were produced from the given materials.
The faith vendors relieved curses and gave blessings, while they also played a role in training Paladins and Clerics.
The trading post was a popular place that was always crowded with Merchants.
At Morata, with the rise in traffic of people, the need for luxurious goods, food, weapons and armors were also on the rise.
While some others obtained goods sold in Morata, and earned profits by selling the materials at other regions.
The Mercenary Guild was finally completed.
Members of the Red Shield mercenary gathered after their tough lives of mercenaries.
After one having exchange drinks with the mercenaries, they share a conversation regarding the employment of these hired guns.
In some cases, someone who doesn’t want to for a party for a quest chooses to hire mercenaries.
The dialogue between them is to figure out whether the soon to be hire merc has the basic qualification to be do the job.
After considering the reputation, level, and occupation, the chance of the employment corresponds to the level of familiarity.
Although their services were expensive and on a daily allowance, endless amount of people had been looking for mercenaries because their costs spoke for their effectiveness.
While Da'in took a lap around the town to purchase the necessary goods, she walked to a party seeking a Wizard.
“Class Shaman. If you don’t mind it, my level is 227.”
“It’s a bit low, so…let me try to talk to the party members and I’ll be happy to reply.”
The leader was Paikeumaen(Pike-Man), with a pike polearm as a main weapon.
After having chatted with his party members via whispers, he nodded.
“It seemed you’re quite famous and well known. Da'in nim is very welcome. Our commissioned quest is to punish the servitors of the Skull before the coming sunset. Would you like to join?”
“Yes!”
Da'in joined the party even if it was just a simple quest.
The location for their quest was at the Green Lake near the town of Morata.
Da'in with her new party moved toward their destination.
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