Weed was of a personality that didn’t get surprised easily but this time, he was greatly surprised.
Marey Stanbard, if his original class was a bard than it was no mistaking it. The Ranker who had a position with the Halsburg Kingdom, known as the very best among the bard class, he was a very famous player.
“How are you here….”
“I guess you are curious? Explaining it complicatedly there would be no end to the story, but should we say that I arrived here riding a breeze and now am composing a hymn for the Undead?”
“…..”
Bards often took enigmatic adventures.
Unlike the adventurers who dug deep into legends or dungeons, bards wandered around aimlessly.
It was a class that knew all kinds of stories and rumours, while playing instruments!
Even if they had low fame, they could draw out sympathetic feelings towards them and make villagers’ tell their stories.
When the quite a quest halfway through even their penalties were few.
Many chose this class for its charm and even in Morata, the bard was really a popular class.
Marey in wonder asked him curiously.
“But are you by any chance Weed the God of War?
If Weed uses a Sculpture Transformation skill to conceal his identity, his appearances completely changes. Even if the other had keen eyes it was difficult to notice.
Right now he’s not using the skill but even when he was turned into a Death Knight, Marey noticed him.
“How did you know?”
“One thing good about bards is that they have very good ears. Even through the sounds animals make and vibration of grounds we can hear stories. We can eavesdrop information this way. Right now, you are making the greatest achievements incommensurable with other Necromancers.”
The competition between the players were on an incredibly fierce side, intending that the one advancing ahead the most was Weed.
Necromancers were busy focusing on their battles and dragging their Undeads that they weren’t able to pay much interest to others.
But because Marey had a lot of experience in adventure, just by listening to the background stories about a person with the most distinguished exploit he realized that it was Weed.
“The naive Necromancers can’t show movements like that in battle. The only person who could advance so far without summoning Undead is Weed. I’ve been watching you for a long time and was completely sure it was you.”
Even among Necromancer players, there was rumour that Weed was working on the quest was spread widely.
By continuously completing the chain quest they were curious if they would meet Weed as well next to Balkan!
But really, they weren’t aware that Weed started from the bottom as a Skeleton with them.
“Your deduction is most impressive.”
Weed’s hand slowly reached for his sword.
Truthfully he had built up grudges almost everywhere, anywhere vacant that wasn’t a village or a city he could not be so absentminded.
Even if the other person was the best bard, he himself was one of the most brilliant sculptor among players.
A bard was more agile and could equipped more armours or swords, so it was closer to a combat related class. But that much disadvantage was easily blown away.
Also he was a Death Knight right now and had many Undead following him.
‘Should I take him out?’
In the wide continent of Versailles, with so many people in it, Marey approached Weed in friendly manner.
But in Weed’s mind, the temptation was getting closer.
‘If I kill him, he will probably drop some good items. At least one unique item that can be used by level 380 will drop?’
Weed already made an estimate!
In fact, Marey was on the side of good reputation among rankers in Royal Road.
While travelling liberally he occasionally had accidents, but he was very friendly to novices and has an outstanding abilities with instruments.
‘Must be all groundless rumours. How can I believe all that?’
It was a deep swamp of mistrust that was hard to swim out of.
‘Yes, even if it’s not unique there will be decent item drops. With the money I make selling it, I can buy rice and cook it, then I will be happy while eating it…’
In his mind he already disposed of Marey and was deciding on the duration of the internet auction for the items.
But murdering other high level players was ultimately not Weed’s way of earning money.
It was much better to earn a steady income while hunting and raising levels.
But in front of him an incredibly delicious prey appeared.
Marey’s life was being threatened every second he came closer.
But Marey stretched out his hand first.
“Will you not hunt in a party with me?”
“What?”
“To be honest, compared to Weed-nim and the others here I have a different aim. Do you know about bards very well?”
Of course Weed knew about bards as well as other people.
The class characteristics, the instruments they used, the price of equipment, even to the point about the income of their performance based on the singing and instrument skills.
“My aim is to make a hymn about Undeads. And if possible, I can make an epic poem if I stay beside a person on a big quest. So, I will give up any rights regarding items obtained from hunts and quests.”
If their hymns or poems became famous, it will spread all around the continents.
Bards can earn fame and money and if their songs becomes popular, stats such as charisma and charm also increased.
It was bard’s romance to roam around the continent and experience quests and battle, they were able to receive quests beyond their abilities and limitations.
Marey held his ragged cape with his right hand to cover his upper body and bent his body down a little bit.
“Wandering around continents and writing a songs, it could be said that it’s the destiny of all troubadours. I don’t know what you request you want to accomplish but I won’t be of any distraction. Will you form a party and hunt with me?”
Bards could gain rewards just by watching others’ adventures with their own eyes.
It was an offer that wasn’t disadvantageous to Weed at all.
But Marey approaching to Weed first was like getting an instalment fund from a bank robber!
“Alright, let’s go together.”
Just by looking at their class, it was the birth of a very awkward combination of a bard and a sculptor.
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Zabrin raised his accomplishment abundantly in Kapua village.
As he got promoted to a ghost, Hermes Guild delivered any item he told them were needed.
“Itemmmmm, arrreeee, theeeeee, besttttt.”
Although his level was low, he was able to get great effects from items.
Two black magicians arrived from Hermes Guild and casted a blessing spell on him, Zabrin was able to hunt monsters in bulk.
He actively made use of the ring of lightning and ring of destruction only usable by Ghost or Undead.
About half of all Necromancers in Kapua Village gathered.
“Iiiiiiii, willlll, shareeeeeee, itemsssssss, yyoooouuuu, nnnneeeeeddd.”
Through the generosity of the items, Zabrin was able gather the players to him.
It was true that Polon, knights and mage troops came to catch Weed.
But different to their intention, the Necromancers became their interest.
It was not an ideal class for party hunting or adventures.
There were times they couldn’t enter villages and the villagers abhorred them, complaining about the smell.
Necromancers had great powers but had comparable experience in discriminations.
But in a battle, they were the most useful.
In the Central Continent there were endless battles still ongoing, large and small.
Hermes Guild, after conquering the kingdom of Haven, was taking a break supplementing their forces but it was known widely it would not be a long wait.
Even if Hermes Guild didn’t act first, the guilds from nearby kingdoms would form a union and strike first.
If they could bring in the Necromancers into Hermes Guild in a situation like this, they would become great assets in battles.
In the meeting of the chief executives of Hermes Guild, they instructed Zabrin to give out items to recruit as many players as he could.
“Could we obtain… the Undead Legion?”
Of course the Hermes Guild desired Balkan’s Undead Legion as well.
Armies of Undeads already completed!
The endless number of soldiers that didn’t even need to food.
According to Zabrin’s reports, after they arrived here there were endless number of quests.
They didn’t know what will be at the end of the quest but they had their hopes up.
Becoming the best Necromancers and heir to Balkan.
And then inheriting his Undead Legion.
“If that happens, there won’t be any problem hunting down Weed.”
There is a high possibility that Weed was somewhere in this area but it didn’t matter if he wasn’t.
They could bring the Undeads and turn Morata into ashes, inflict heavy damages to those opposing the Hermes Guild.
It was a reckoning that could give wings to Hermes Guild, supplying the items to Zabrin was worth every bit.
Polon talked frequently to chief executives from the guild.
-How do you want to handle the advance Necromancers in the canyon?
-Such as Jeanne and Harien?
-Yes, that’s correct.
-If it is possible recruiting is most ideal. They will be closer to the authority controlling the Undead Legion than Zabrin.
-I will try to recruiting them then.
Most Necromancers players, including Jeanne, were already in guilds.
But you never know what would happen when Hermes Guild gave out a recommendation to join them.
-If they refuse to join the Hermes Guild…
-Then I will handle it appropriately.
-Also there will be Necromancers that are not completely checked out. The possibility is high that one of them could be Weed?
-Yes, it’s possible. Necromancers are active while intentionally conceal their names.
-Look into it and kill anyone who’s unidentified. It will make a good example to those who won’t follow us.
Hermes Guild hated passing things over vaguely.
If they couldn’t have it, they destroyed it.
It was one of the reason why their evil reputation was inflated but in the kingdom