Chapter: 8
“Interesting skill though…. Explosive magic maybe? I hope I never cross them in the wild” he thought, a shiver ran up his spine as he had an instant flashback of what he just witnessed.
On the other side of town, Jay suddenly had the urge to grin mischievously.
“Huh, weird.” he shrugged.
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It was early morning, not afternoon as Jay had previously thought. He knew he missed his chance to access a mana conduit and acquire his class – yet he had become a necromancer. However this wasn’t the problem – he would still need to register as an adventurer, and they would find out his class if he did.
Thoughts kept flashing through Jay’s head:
“Will I be rejected for not being there to touch the mana conduit?”
“Will they even realise I wasn’t there?”
“Will they assume I don’t have a class, and hence, cannot participate in quests or training?” he frowned slightly.
“I guess I should be more scared of them discovering my class and executing me on the spot…” he frowned.
Jay simply had to lie his way into the guild – then he would get access to all the dungeon locations, quests, and other services.
He slowly walked to the guild. The sun had a comfortable warmth and the early morning air was crisp, which Jay appreciated as he made his way around the dirt trail curving up the mountain; at least something was lifting his mood. His excitement for becoming an adventurer was gone, but remaining a lone butcher was out of the question.
The adventures association came into sight. It was more like a small castle rather than a functional organisation building.
A wooden palisade wall surrounded the compound, along with an occasional large rock or boulder making up part of the wall.
The nearby fir trees had been cut to provide vision, as well as to construct the 10 metre walls.
The gate arch was composed of large floating boulders, each of them rippling with a pale blue aura and deep blue glowing veins which kept them floating, ready to deposit them into the gate-gap if need be.
Who needs an iron gate when you can simply enchant some boulders?
Jay thought the fancy floating boulder gate was betrayed by the wooden palisade walls around the compound, however it was situated near a small town after all, and he didn’t expect much in the first place.
Small villages like his were not even taken into consideration in regards to defence or war so they wouldn’t receive any sort of military budget.
Besides, the country was only at war with one of the other six races, and the war front was on the north side of the country; Jay’s village, Losla, was situated on the deep south western side of the continent, where nothing exciting ever happens. It was more like a retirement village.
Approaching the gate, Jay saw a familiar face – It was Paul, a regular customer of the butcher shop.
“Heh, this will be easy” Jay thought to himself as his lips began to curl..
“Hey Paul, how are you?” Jay waved.
“Yeah good mate, you’re here to start your classes huh? What’d you get?”
Jay feigned a smile “Melee, I’m a swordsman. Pretty keen to get started” he lied with a nod.