"Well, there's a bunch of greedy adventurers that are coming to get so loot," I told Kazuyran. "I'm going to dump so monster corpses here that don't have magic cores, you tell if I drop sothing too valuable so I can pick it back.
He voiced his agreent and I put myself to work. I dropped three hundred and fifty cooked monster corpses and retrieved twenty. Not enough to be a stampede but also not too little to get people mad.
They would be angry, but not to the point of rioting.
"Now, let's go deeper. We need to find you an alternate exit," I said. "Or a place to hide while things cool down upstairs. Right now, they'll want to find a culprit."
I left only the monsters' bodies behind. Karaxnoss's body was in storage along with the others. I might need to travel around to sell these bodies. Or process them myself and sell the materials through a trading company. Or better yet, use the damn materials for my own trade professions.
Yes, the latter seems like the sound option. I'll turn my house's basent into a slaughterhouse.
I went down a tunnel that is a dead-end and find a convenient nook on the roof. There I dug the stone further and expand a chamber. Putting the debris in the storage also helps clear it faster. After that, I dumped so anities for Kazuyran. A cot, mattress, and blankets, a barrel of drinking water, provisions for a month. After I was sure he's well settled, I departed.
I sensed people inside the tunnel, moving around the first three hundred ters as if they were searching for sothing.
I shifted back and donned my clothes. When I was ready, I walked up the tunnel like a Sunday stroll.
People were butchering the low-value monsters I left behind and taking the parts back to the surface on hand pull wagons. Nobody noticed in the dark tunnel. I waited for a wagon to pass and jumped on the back.
I broke the surface with my legs dangling from the back of the wagon and humming a silly tune.
"There she is!" It was Cedric's voice.
"Rosie! Are you crazy? Why did you go into the tunnel?" Karina asked slash scolded .
"The guild master wants to see you, Rose," Cedric declared. "She's not happy."
I sighed and shrugged. "The city is saved. Why isn't she happy?"
"Co. I'll go with you," He offered.
I sensed a powerful presence next to the guild master in my {Soul Sight} as we approached the open-air command post of the ramparts above the gatehouse.
"Ah, there she is," guild master said. "Miss Honorcoin, et archmagister Baldric."
"Honored," I said with a smile, not facing the person. I sensed so magic around but it was harmless. I didn't react to it.
"She's really blind, Adonia," the old man said. "But level sixty-three. That's amazing."
"Yes, she was level eleven when she registered less than a month ago," the guild master which I assud was called Adonia by her intimate friends, reported.
"It is an impressive rise in levels, especially for soone so young. Tell , girl. How did you accomplish that?" The mage asked.
"Like everyone else," I said with a slight shake of my head. "By killing a lot of things. Thousands of them."
That conversation could've looked like anything but it was an interrogation. This guy was seeing if I was any danger to him or the country or whatever bullshit he was pledged to defend. Then he would either offer an apprenticeship or so equally stupid task. I had to skip town but my parents were at the Eleon village. They had my surna, it would be easy to find them.
"What is your class, child?" He asked with the sa voice as if he was inviting to his black van.
"[Sorcerer]," I replied.
"But you already ranked up. What specialization did you pick?"
"I'm not comfortable disclosing that."
And I think I should allocate my Exp now, while I had ti. I might need the boost. I had two point two billion Exp, enough to raise my levels by three.
You reached Manaborne Sorceress level 15
You gained 1 perk.
You reached Ghostsight Eleon level 14
You gained 1 perk.
You reached Spirit Jeweller level 13
You reached Fae Enchanter level 13
You gained 96 Skill Points.
Attributes above the cap were redistributed.
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Strength 28 - Dexterity 33 / 35 - Endurance 29
Mind 31 - Willpower 31 - Charisma 31
Magic 120
Ego 120 - Luck 120 - Soul 120
HP 774,562
MP 7,149,600
SP 3,159,000
Finally, I have ten million to spare. Maybe I can break one easy curse. I needed to recharge the batteries, anyway.
I picked my racial perk,
Slippery Body & MInd (very rare): Effects that restrict, bind, or control your body and/or mind have their effectiveness and/or duration reduced by 50% and are 50% easier to escape.
When it was ti to pick my Class perks, sothing odd happened. I selected {Improved Mana Siphon} but a ssage popped up. I smiled. Then I picked another down the perk tree.
- The synergy between your traits and your luck caused the following perk to be awarded for free!
Improved Mana Siphon (ultra rare): You draw in residual energy from spells cast by others (never your own) in your Wellspring radius.
Intuitive Retroanalysis (very rare): By absorbing a spell's energy, you have a chance to learn how to cast it.
I used the Skill points on repurchasing the enchanting Skills I'd used in fusions and so others. The knowledge of dozens of spells - including what people call weapon arts - flooded into my mind along with the residual energy from the combat at the stockades. It included so mind magic this guy is casting on surreptitiously.
"You see, Ms. Honorcoin, sorcery is troubleso because sorcerers have little control over their magic," he spewed his bullshit.
"That's why I only use it when extrely necessary."
"You are so young, you have so much untapped potential. You must beco my apprentice. Under my tutelage, you'll beco the strongest spellcaster in the continent."
Yeah. And he'd have the strongest spellcaster as his servant. Hard pass.
"I'm flattered, archmagister. However, spellcasting is but one among several hobbies of mine. My true calling is to be a shopkeeper."
Cedric sputtered as he tried to cover his laugh. Even the guild master chuckled.
"An [Enchanter], right?"
"I feel like an open book before your wisdom, archmagister. Your information gathering network is impressive."
"Now you're the flatterer. Well, you'll be my apprentice. By {Royal Order}! Ugh!"
I heard a commotion and soone moving fast as cloth ruffled. The guild master was the next person to speak. "Archmagister! Are you okay? What happened?"
The man's voice was acerbic, "You have a Soul score of one hundred and twenty?" He hollered in anger. Probably he saw how much SP he spent in his failed attempt to use a command Skill on and reversed the formula. I could do the sa with {Royal Geas}
The conversations around the ramparts, the adventurers, and soldiers butchering the monsters, all that stopped. Everyone knew that an Attribute's cap was one hundred, and not many knew of the Soul Attribute.
"I think so? I can't see my Status," I lied. That was the only thing I could see. My status windows, glowing in front of all the ti. I felt in one of the old telnet MUD gas.
I tested his Soul score using {Assassin's Contract}. He had a score of thirty. I estimate it was around the sa score Apricot had. I removed the contract shortly after.
"Great Bundeus!" The archmagister gasped. "You're a--"
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