Chapter 261: Silver Coin Squad
Translator: imperfectluck Editor: Pranav
“Silver Coin Squad! Report!”
The gathering here of my new expedition squad was our final preparation before leaving.
“Knight Number One, present!”
Knight Number One was a gray elf Law Knight, who wasn’t wearing heavy and solid tallic armor; instead, the elf was clad in leather armor made from a SemiGod-ranked hydra’s skin. This was far more precious and of more excellent quality than any tallic armor, especially since this SemiGod-level hydra’s skin was sothing rare and definitely couldn’t be purchased anywhere.
This lighter armor made an excellent pair with any elven warrior. It wouldn’t restrict an elf’s natural dexterity, and its defensive ability against all sorts of slicing and piercing was even stronger than the hardest tal armor.
Its excellent magic resistance properties also far surpassed the elent of rcury that was nicknad as the “King of All Magical tals.” However, I had to be sparing in its usage; if it weren’t for the fact that SemiGod hydra skin was too difficult to obtain, I would have loved to give such equipnt to all of my elite warriors, but...
“Leader, can I wipe off the black dust? Such excellent equipnt looks like a secondhand equipnt that costs only fifteen silver coins. It was so difficult for to take it from Momo...”
Yep, the gray elf before wasn’t that Momo, who lacked any moral integrity. For the sake of my chastity—cough—cough—for the sake of my authority as the squad leader, I ignored that “Mad Dog,” who had strongly requested to go along with . I had also ignored her comnt about how “Momo only wore this for a few days, don’t steal Momo’s treasure! Ah! Stinky Sister Yawen, don’t put it on! Your thick legs and all the fat on your chest will break her.” I chose Captain Yawen, who had just finished the moonlight ritual.
And this wasn’t only due to my bias. Since both Yawen and Momo were Law Knights, Yawen, who was at the peak of Gold rank, was not only more reliable in power level, but her trendous Dragonslaying Sword, which she was able to use so easily, was definitely a top-level weapon at least of the Legend or Epic rank. When her armor’s defense, magic resistance, and natural magic resistance were all taken into account, she had high DPS as well a high tanking ability. Her only weakness was her sowhat slow speed. Her mind, which had once been swaddled in thoughts about the Holy Light, was both trustworthy and honest. If necessary, she would be my perfect cannon fodder to cover my escape—cough—I ant at shield.
“Since everybody trusts and the two Highnesses gave the important task of managing Town Security to , as the captain of Town Security, how can I possibly let myself be limited by the sunlight? Most importantly, forget about being captain but how can I let myself lose to Momo? I will accept the moonlight ritual to beco a gray elf that doesn’t fear the sunlight.”
Yawen gritted her teeth and accepted the moonlight ritual, becoming the representative of a batch of new gray elves within Town Security. The celebratory fact was that after Lorci’s death, the moonlight ritual no longer had so many religious elents to it, greatly decreasing in both risk and pain. After this news spread, many normal dark elves also underwent the moonlight ritual in order to live life on the surface without fear of sunlight.
“It seems that the Moonlight Goddess has a good temper. She didn’t even mind the fact that she got so many false believers. This ritual even takes up a significant amount of her divine power. Does she intend to fight for the Divine Obligation of Salvation? That would an she’s declaring war against one of the God of Holy Light’s Follower Gods.”
All that stuff aside, Momo’s greatest advantage was gone after Yawen beca a gray elf as well. Yep, I definitely didn’t choose soone so honest and easy to bully like Yawen because Momo was too difficult to deal with.
As for the side effects of taking the Town Security head captain with ... hehe, the weather sure was nice today, wasn’t it?
“Number 2! Cohen! Knight... Magical warrior!”
I glanced over at him, causing this pitiful acolyte to imdiately turn away. Perhaps, in front of us, he was still nothing more than soone to vent on, but this young knight was already a major and popular personage in Diffindor. His seemingly divine talent in magic helped him gain fa, and as my knight retainer and a good friend of the great engineer Timmy Lade, this young knight, who ca from a farr’s family, had entered the higher-ups of this city. He did not win others’ trust with his status but with his honesty and friendliness.
Perhaps the only incomprehensible part was that even though he mysteriously managed to enter the Silver rank as a mage, he still hadn’t progressed any bit whatsoever as a knight. Not to ntion that he always emphasized his status as a retainer knight, but it would only take the ntion of one thing before everyone understood.
“Oh, he’s His Highness Roland’s disciple? No wonder.”
“What the hell! Is there no normal person around ...?”
When I first heard about how everyone thought, I had beco incredibly angry and imdiately tried to counter it. But the more I tried countering, the tinier my voice got. After all, I tried recalling the best I could, and with all the nas I rembered, such as Adam, Alia, Reyne, Glina, and so on, it really didn’t seem like there was a single person who could be terd as normal. I lost my confidence.
“Hmph! It’s definitely not my fault. It’s the fault of that King of All Gentlen title.”
[I think that it’s simply that birds of a feather flock together. Did you et many normal people even before you had this title?]
I didn’t even know how I should respond to my System’s retort; it had hit in such a weak spot. It really seed like that was the case, as Cohen and Yawen were the few relatively normal individuals out of everyone I knew. Although a dark elf that loved the light and a magical genius who was obsessed about becoming a knight were slightly strange [Slightly?], they were still mostly normal.
By now, all of you probably understand my standards for choosing my companions for this expedition. That’s right: normal people! I had enough of gentlen as well as incurable chuunibyous! This ti, I did my best to pick as many normal people as possible to accompany and average out the Beifengness of this team!
[If you want to reduce the Beifengness of your team, kick yourself out of it. That’s a better solution than anything.]
“Shut up!”
[If you keep treating like this, do you believe that I can level you up to the God of all Gentlen, and multiply your ability to attract gentlen by ten tis?]
Cough—cough—the weather sure was nice today. Let us return to the main topic at hand.
With Harloys teaching him, Cohen’s studies in magic progressed at an astonishing pace. He already had his own unique understanding of being a Four Elental Swordcaster and had developed nurous unique sword seals and magic sword techniques of his own, well surpassing what he was taught. Even though he was clearly still a novice Silver rank, he already had magic sword techniques surpassing the Gold rank or higher.
As for lee sword techniques and combat prowess? After being taught by several dedicated Sword Saint level instructors, he had probably progressed from “soone who would be sliced half to death while being chased by a skeleton soldier” to “soone who would chase a skeleton soldier and fatigue himself to death.” Well, fine then. There was at least so progress. But since skeleton soldiers were basically at the sa level as a farr, his progress in this area was practically ignorable.
“You bastard! I’ve never seen a swordsman as idiotic as you. With so many Sword Saints teaching you, even a gno would have evolved into a gno swordmaster. You can’t even rember the basic correct holding grip for a sword! As expected of Roland’s disciple. There’s such a nice path for you already, but you don’t want to take it, intentionally making things difficult for yourself.”
Alright then. If you ignored the last part there, Adam’s angry scolding was quite reasonable. Still, I was able to understand what young Cohen desired. Back in the day, I had understood everything about sword techniques instantly yet always found myself wanting to fall asleep when reading textbooks about magic, and I was still unsatisfied with being a lee combat class.
“Back in the day, when I was unwilling to beco a lee combat class, it was mainly because I felt that all lee classes were cannon fodder, while mages were cool and powerful. As for why Cohen is so resolute about becoming a knight, it’s probably because a knight, to him, represents protection and honor.”
Although I could understand, a normal human’s growth period in the Gold rank typically only lasted for a few years. With Cohen’s outstanding talent in magic, it would be a pity if he wasted it.
“Coming out this ti is probably a good chance to gain so practical combat experience that’ll be good for him. If you’re still incapable of becoming a swordsman through this, then obediently be a mage. What’s perfect is that we’re probably going to visit the Mage Country on this trip as well. I can give you a recomndation to the Cloud Tower for you to imdiately go and cultivate there.”
As I looked at the young Cohen who had a sad face, I felt like I was looking at a past version of myself. I patted him on the head and then flicked him forcefully as a way of encouraging him. I then focused my attention on the next teammate of mine, who had joined of their own volition and was soone who I was unable to refuse.
“In that case, I’m Number Three? As for my job class... Dragon Queen? Oh, how about a ranger? My swordsmanship is alright.”
The black-haired beautiful woman was wearing exquisite silver chainmail along with a rcury rapier that was far more decorative than practical. She was just going along because she could conveniently deal with Molly’s request for help, and as for her Dragon City...
“Hehe, the weather sure is nice today.”
Yep, although today was filled with dark clouds, thunder and hail, the weather sure was nice. It seed that dragons had an excellent understanding of the weather as well; she had an identical opinion as mine from earlier.
“You haven’t even been Dragon Queen for all that long yet. Aren’t you afraid that your bastard subordinates will rebel if you leave?”
“In the Underground World, we’re the largest faction already. If they rebel, who would they join? Wouldn’t they be afraid of our revenge? Besides, as long as they have the ability and courage to rebel, who cares? It’s so boring being Dragon Queen. I can’t do this, I can’t do that, and I have to stay at the Dragon City. It’s even more boring than being in Sulfur Mountain City back in the day. It’s basically like being in jail; who would want to do that? Now that I’m outside, I’m going to drink—er—play as much as I want.”
Should I say that this was as expected of Little Red? This status of being the Dragon Queen that Molly viewed as her own lifeblood was nothing more than chains binding Little Red down. Now that she had escaped after seizing the chance, Dragon City was probably in chaos.
But it was a good thing for if she ca along. After all, we weren’t exactly going out on an adventure, and it was important to have a trump card that could turn the situation around at a critical ti. Originally, I had wanted Adam or Margaret to co along, but those two obviously knew that I was looking for people to do so work, so right as I was preparing for this expedition they had vanished, nowhere to be found.
“Hmph, it’s fine if they don’t co as well. Otherwise, I’d only see flashes of light every day. Number Four, who’s Number Four... Oh.”
“Your Highness, why do you suddenly sound so dejected? Did I do sothing impolite?”
The person before who was acting so “honest and surprised” was the Legend-ranked archdruid Eaglestorm. I could only helplessly take him along; it was fine for an adventuring party to lack mages or warriors, but it would be nothing more than suicidal to be without a single healer.
After all, nobody could be certain that they would never be injured, poisoned, cursed, or ambushed. Yet because of our current relationship with the Holy Church, it would be quite difficult to find a high-level Holy Priest to heal us.
Although the Church of Law’s job classes were capable fighters, they did lack healing capabilities. All the Holy Light job classes among the Town Security were dark elves, so it wasn’t convenient for them to co along. And, so, I could only helplessly choose the only backup option—the representative of the generalist school, the druids, who were capable of attacking, defending, healing, and casting magic but diocre at all.
“Number Five, Krose. Your Highness, I shall work my hardest!”
The Judgentor and the windstorm druid Krose ca along as well. Wasn’t there a certain saying? Druids, Holy Knights, and shamans all counted as only half a priest each. Since Eaglestorm by himself would obviously be unreliable, I might as well take a few extra people with .
“Yep, I took two with since druids can only count as half a priest each. They’re both Legends, even if one is a transformation specialist and the other is a windstorm specialist. They should at least count as one priest if I add them together. I hope...
But the mont I saw how Krose was holding on to two books titled “Introduction to Ergency Treatnt: Teaching You How to Tie Bandages in Three Minutes ” as well as ” A Guide to Herbal dicine That Even a Monkey Can Learn” along with the fact that Eaglestorm had various healing books attached to his waist (all beginning-level), my eyes began twitching. It would appear that I had been expecting too much out of them.
“There’s no helping it. If it cos to it, I’ll do the healing personally. Yep, since I’m a lee specialist Holy Knight, that makes it three healers; we should at least count for 1.5 priests.”
A ridiculously high-level draconic ranger, a genius magical swordsman who basically had almost Gold-rank combat strength, and a Law Knight who could kill and defeat any Legend rank with her racial talent and equipnt alone. This was such reliable frontline strength. But, the mont we got to our rear, things instantly seed much more unreliable.
Yawen and Cohen nervously glanced at these extravagant “Legend-ranked healers.” In the end, they decided against saying “druids are only half a priest when they’re specialists in life magic” and unhesitatingly decided to remain uninjured as much as possible.
As for Little Red, she yawned and imdiately began napping. Humans’ normal level of healing wasn’t going to be of much use to her to begin with. Any cardinal-level Holy Light priest would probably run out of mana while attempting to heal her at an extent that wouldn’t even reach her natural recovery rate while sleeping.
“, , there’s also ! I’m a Saint-ranked Beast Tar. I’m Number Six, aren’t I? Yep, what a lucky number. I’m so fortunate.”
That bastard didn’t pay any attention to the fact that I was doing my best to ignore him; he even did his best to make his presence known. If I had any other choices, I wouldn’t have chosen him.
But the problem was that for an expeditionary squad like ours, the abilities of a veteran beast tar were far too useful. Scouting in the wild, tracking, prematurely sensing danger, checking for traps, and so on. With a veteran hunter like him on our team, we would be able to make much easier progress outside in foreign environnts. After all, our ranger was a non-specialist in ranger techniques who only relied on overwhelming base stats (a certain dragon: hmph.) So, it was practically an absolute requirent for Beifeng to be brought along. Especially because of his beast tar class’s ability to control and detect beasts, which would be a huge help to my goal.
“You’re forbidden from giving any trouble, and you’re banned from spreading your mysterious teachings about true love and ntal pollution everywhere. You’re also barred from doing anything disgusting in front of ...”
Beifeng kept nodding, but I gave up when I was only halfway through. No matter how good his promises sounded, he would instantly forget them the mont he t so new “true love.”
“I’ll be Number Seven, then. Yep, I’m the Holy Knight... I ant ice and snow archmage!”
I proudly rubbed my snow-white long archmage robes. It wasn’t easy for to have such a chance to show off, after all. For so long, I had been a lee combat class, but now I finally got to be in the rear.
“It wasn’t easy, being a Holy Knight for so many years. I can finally change my identity. Hmph! From today onwards, please call archmage Rodrey Vincent... what did I write on my fake ID again? Forget it, it’s too hard to rember if the na is too long. Just call Rolo.”
I made so fancy movents with my staff and pretended as if I was a physically weak mage who required his staff in order to walk. However, I accidentally used too much force with my staff, causing a large piece of the ground to crack and rock shards to fly everywhere.
“It looks like using top-notch tal to make a mage staff isn’t such a good idea, though I think this will make for an excellent weapon. Yep, whenever so stupid muscleheads rush too close to , all I have to do is smack them with this. Just imagining it feels great.”
“...Should I start my comnts with the mage who can’t even rember his own na he gave himself? With your Intelligence, you might as well just go be a warrior. Or should I be comnting on your mage staff that even an ogre wouldn’t have enough Strength to pick up? Are you simply intending on winning your battles by beating the enemy warriors to death with your mage staff? Or, should I begin by comnting on your little squad’s na? Just who was your language teacher?”
The silly cat’s retorts were getting sharper and sharper. It seed that she had been getting much practice recently.
“You’re already comnting! Besides, what’s wrong with naming us the Silver Coin Squad?”
“What about the squad’s full na?”
“The Silver Coin and Handso Man’s Mystical Adventuring Squad. It sounds pretty good to ?”
“Back in the day, your adventuring team was called ‘Gold and Beautiful Won Adventuring Squad,’ which I won’t comnt on anymore. After all, you were the team leader, and you said the more mundane a team na was, the easier it would be for people to rember. ‘Don’t all adventurers seek romance and money? This na will move so many people.’ There were also quite a few females in our team, and we were all happy to be praised as beautiful won, so we were fooled by you due to our lack of experience. But do you know just what happened when we told others about our team na? They laughed so hard that they even dropped their weapons they were holding on to. That was the biggest humiliation of my life.”
Since even Little Red was complaining so much, it would appear that she had quite a lot of grievances.
“After a while, apart from you, who else would call our adventuring team by its real na? In the end, all of our personal reputations far exceeded that of our team’s reputation. Just a while ago, an idiot even asked about the na of our adventuring team in the past, wanting to learn information about our adventures before. I sent that idiot flying with a single slap. Everyone else thought that I had a bad temper, but the real reason is your ridiculous naming sense. Is such a na sothing I can say out loud? I still want my reputation to remain intact.”
Little Red continued with her complaints, while a certain silly cat laughed continuously as she listened and even worked hard at adding fuel to the fire.
“But now take a look at the team nas. From ‘Gold and Beautiful Won,’ all you did was turn Gold into Silver and change Beautiful Won into Handso Man? Your naming ability probably reaches a heavenly scale.”
I fell silent, but that silly cat still didn’t know what was good for her as she continued making angry.
“Handso Man Squad? As expected of a na from you. Could it be that you want to be called the Handso Squad Leader? Hahaha, your Princess Peach form must have given you a lot of pressure. Do you want to be called handso that badly?”
I was so angry that my veins were bulging as I grit my teeth and commanded that silly cat with our magical pet contract.
“Now I know what our team is lacking. It would seem that we’re missing a cannon fodder thief class whose profession is to step on all the traps for us in order to disarm them. Yep, the best choice for a thief is a cat person class. Number Eight, Harloys, co. As the squad leader, I’ve even prepared a thief outfit for you. Why don’t you put it on?”
“Wait a mont, did you just say cannon fodder? Also, what are these? Cat ears and a cat tail? Just where is the tail supposed to be inserted? And there’s actually such a pink armor? Ahh, you pervert! Why do you have such things with you!”
“They were leftovers from our spies’ investigation into the Beastman tribes. Harloys, don’t even think about changing the topic or escaping. Obediently put this on for !”
“...Could it be that you were using them? You’re such a huge pervert! Don’t even think about it!”
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