“Alright, by my calculations, you’ll need to win 20 matches to earn enough cred to challenge the Catgirl of Doom. If you defeat her, you’ll have enough to make your announcent and recruit people.”
“What is cred? Seriously, is it a currency?” I asked, fidgeting with the mask on my face.
“I’ve already explained, cred is the amount of popularity you have… and stop playing with that! If people learn you’re a lord before earning the cred, then you’ll imdiately lose the ability to earn cred.”
“If I reveal I’m a lord after earning the cred, then won’t I lose the cred anyway? In fact, won’t they be angry because I lied to them?” I asked, dropping my hands.
“That’s not how cred works!” She responded indignantly. “It won’t matter once you have the cred. They’ll co to respect you for acting on their level. Do you understand?”
“I don’t…” I admitted.
This whole thing sounded arbitrary to . Either I should have their respect or not. Whether I can knock a few heads or not shouldn’t even co into it, let alone be the most important contributing factor.
“Look, I spent years in the underworld. You’re just going to have to trust that this is how it all works. If you want to see that catgirl up close and have a chance to et with her, this is the way.”
“Still, twenty fights. I only have less than a week now.”
“If you can handle four fights a night, then you can have them all done in five days. They recomnd you don’t sign up for more than two. Even more than one is considered extrely cocky. Most will only compete every other night so they have one to rest. You’ll be fighting back to back. This kind of stuff is exhausting for most, but since it’s you…” She bit her lip awkwardly.
“I’m a white mage. I can heal all my wounds and continue. I understand.”
It would be five nights for to earn my cred and find Lydia, and 2 nights to recruit whover else would fight. Of course, I still had the days to manage everything else. This seed to be the best I could do.
“Alright.” I agreed. “In that case, let’s begin.”
I was eager to get this out of the way. Was I a bit overconfident in my abilities? After all, I was agreeing that I could defeat twenty matches in a row from skilled fighters and gladiators. So of these people were undoubtedly adventurers or rcenaries too. I didn’t think I was overestimating my abilities though. Most of these people were likely in the 2nd tier of their jobs, while I was in the third to fourth-tier inability. There were only a handful of people, Kings and Dungeon Masters, who might have the ability to give significant trouble.
If I presud that Carmine and Bernice, two of the victors from the gladiatorial match from a few months ago, were near the top of contestants at the ti inability, then the current should be able to hand that level at least.
“Our next match, it’s Rex the Hex versus a newcor who just signed up, Deacon the Dragon!”
“Seriously? That’s the na?”
“You said just co up with sothing. Isn’t that your na in another world?” Bernice demanded.
“It’s fine.” I coughed.
I just wasn’t used to hearing my real na. It was weird having that na to hide my identity. It was fine though. Maybe Lydia would recognize it and this would all be over quickly. One could only hope.
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