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.
‘A Necromancer’s magic… his fighting ability is truly nothing short of being called a God of War.’
Weed, laughing brutally and slicing Maren’s throat apart in the public eye…
“Ahem.”
Maren couldn’t take action recklessly.
“I’ve no thought of losing, but it’s a difficult issue, since we can’t ignore the ‘what if’ either.”
“And, if we send an expedition all the way to the North, we could be giving the other guilds, who are waiting to pounce on us, a good opportunity.”
As powerful as the Crimson Mercenary Guild was, they had as many enemies. They were in a position where they couldn’t send out their main force indefinitely.
“Are you saying our guild could be attacked while trying to catch Weed?”
“It’s a definite possibility. Our territory will inevitably become vulnerable while our attack force is all the way in the North. From the viewpoint of other guilds, don’t you think it’s more reasonable to aim for our large, profitable territory than the fame of catching Weed?”
They had many Mercenary guild competitors, and there was no law preventing them from joining forces to attack.
It was an issue with all sorts of worries for the Crimson Mercenary Guild.