Chapter: 443

Paul was confused because it was clear that Jay and Anya were the strongest adventurers here – not including the ones from last year who had lazily loitered around Losla.

“Hm, Sullivan probably has his reasons – but I’m trying to keep my sword skills secret from other adventurers so maybe that’s why.”

“Oh,” Paul nodded knowingly with a sly smile “I understand mate, no worries.” he winked.

Paul just assumed that Jay had some unique swordsman class and didn’t want to be harassed by party recruiters or forced to enlist in the military.

The group of adventurers finally arrived west of Losla; it was mostly farmland here, with mist-sheep grazing quietly.

Thankfully, planting season hadn’t started and the crop fields were barren, no significant loss to the farmers would happen today.

They walked along a path by the fields. Every now and then, some adventurers would split off from the group and go into a field under the instruction of both soldiers and farmers.

They entered each field in groups of ten along with a guard in case there were some higher level wood elementals they couldn’t handle.

Finally it was Jay and Anya’s turn; they went into a grassy field along with eight other adventurers, a guard, and Paul.

Fortunately not many seemed to notice that Jay and Any had two guards following them, being too focused on the coming battle.


Entering the field, they could find no real terrain advantage – the land was all flat.

Jay questioned the strategy of the association and the formation of the adventurers. It all seemed quite makeshift and not very well thought-out.

Technically it was, but surely they could come up with something better than this – plotting 10 fresh adventurers in each field with one guard. Zero other instructions given – they weren’t even sorted into teams.

Of course, it couldn’t be helped. There simply aren’t enough people, Losla was too small and the guards were mostly there to run the association, along with a secondary security role.

The two guards didn’t seem to worry too much as they stood idly behind them.

“Dammit. Well, since they won’t organise us, it seems I will have to.”

Perhaps it was Jay’s necromancer class, or basic common sense that made his negative critique of everything grow larger – but a negative critique would not fix anything; he had to step up and command them himself. What good was pointing out a problem without an intention to fix it?

Standing amidst the clueless-looking adventurers, he clenched his fist to get any stage-fright away and spoke.

“Alright, there’s ten of us so this shouldn’t be too hard. I want melee classes on my left and ranged classes on my right.”

They all stood there silently and simply looked at him for a moment, some wondering if they should follow his orders or not..

Jay felt the awkwardness rising as they stared at him as if they were zombies, so with a sigh he pointed at one.

“You, what’s your class?” Jay spoke with a slight sense of urgency.

“..uh, I’m a shield-sword.” he held up his ultra-wide sword.

“Ok, you’re melee, stand here.” Jay pointed to his left.

“You?” he pointed at another.