??7: Chapter 2: Fenrir Squad_1
7: Chapter 2: Fenrir Squad_1
Not far away, there seed to be bursts of noise.
If Motan rembered correctly, that direction should be the recruitnt office the innkeeper had told him about.
Upon this thought, Motan imdiately sprung into a run towards that direction.
Who knows how long he would have to wait for daylight after the recruitnt office closed.
Plus, he had no more money to stay another night in the inn, so it was better to be early than late.
This small-scale city, known as Stacked Rock City, wasn’t large.
Although the sunset was painting the horizon, there were nurous people bustling about, both ordinary citizens and those clad in the various styles of warriors and spellcasters.
The recruitnt office was not far from the inn.
It was an enclosed field with soldiers of different races maintaining order, and quite a few onlookers were gathered around.
As Motan squeezed in, he saw a tall Green Skin Orc ‘snap’ a log as thick as a thigh with bare hands.
“Passed.
Soone, take him behind to receive his army badge.” The lazy Lizardman officer behind a long wooden table waved his hand at a dwarf soldier, then turned to the crowd with a yawn.
“Next?”
Motan waited a mont, seeing no one else stepping forward, he walked into the field and smiled at the seemingly sleeping Lizardman officer.
“I want to enlist.”
“A human?” The Lizardman officer squinted his slim blue eyes.
“And without a weapon.
A spellcaster?”
Motan nodded decisively.
“Yes.”
“Approved.
Would you mind demonstrating?” the officer responded without hesitation.
[Guide Mission Completed, choose reward profession: Ranger/Magician/Priest]
[Guide Mission Completed 100%, no additional reward]
[You have obtained a new skill]
Only after a series of system prompts did Motan’s restless heart finally settle down.
He had almost feared the officer would ask for a demonstration spell or conduct a more detailed inquiry first.
Luckily, everything was under control.
In the DND worldview, spells were always powerful and dangerous.
Regardless if it was different elental forces or the mysterious divine arts, they tolerated no lapses.
Otherwise, rebound or magic out of control were lighter consequences.
Even exploding on the spot was possible.
Since the Lizardman captain asked, Motan managed to wriggle out of the request.
He felt he had a seventy percent chance of being understood by others even if he said he couldn’t demonstrate on the spot.
But it seed the mission was quite simple.
Upon the captain’s utterance of “Approved”, Motan imdiately completed the task, and received rewards including two professions suitable for spellcasters.
Therefore…
“Of course, no problem~” After quickly selecting options on the invisible panel, Motan held out his hands.
A faint golden light shone from his hands, illuminating the increasingly dim ground before sunset.
[Condensation Technique]
Holy Light School Active Skill
Requirents: Holy Light School Level 1, Wisdom 5
Cost: 1 faith point/second
Effect: Illuminates the area within a 5-ter radius around you, reducing the stealth level of enemy units in the range by -1, with no cooldown
Note: “Let there be light” on behalf of your God.
Two seconds later, Motan stopped the Condensation Technique.
He received a rough iron army badge and sixty copper coins.
“You’re assigned to Fenrir Squad, recruit.” The Lizardman Officer Gart commanded Motan casually.
“Report to the barracks by noon tomorrow.
You may go to the church during your free ti, but don’t preach in the squad unless you want to get beaten.”
Motan didn’t object, of course.
After asking about the location of the barracks, he left.
With his departure, recruitnt for the day officially ended.
Officer Gart waited for the records to be packed away before leaving to drink with his soldiers.
Five minutes later, at the Dawn Church of Stacked Rock City
“Welco, child, what can I do for you?” The aged priest leaned slightly against Motan, looking at him kindly.
Motan returned the smile and looked up at the Statue of the Goddess of Dawn at the center of the church.
He whispered, “I have received the grace of Holy Light on my journey.
I wish to join the church, in the na of the Goddess of Dawn, Paxi.”
Even though he had had no clue who the Goddess of Dawn was just a few minutes ago…
The Church of the Dawn, which worshipped Paxi, was one of the most deeply-rooted forces on the continent of Sin.
Even the smallest of the Marshal’s territories, Stacked Rock City, had a church.
Hence, choosing the Priest, a controller of the Holy Light, as his basic profession, Motan headed over here to express his wish to join the church as soon as he heard the news.
“The grace of Holy Light?
Oh, my god…” The priest was surprised to see the faint gold Holy Light on Motan’s fingertips, murmuring in awe.
“Of course, of course.
Go pray before the statue.
As long as the goddess accepts you, you can undergo the ceremony.
Don’t look at
like that—you are certainly going to be accepted~”
Noticing Motan’s awkward expression, the priest chuckled and patted his shoulder.
“You, who have deciphered the mystery of Holy Light all by yourself, are God’s cherished.
He will certainly bestow his grace upon you.”
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