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    Erick went over his Status. He had leveled twice after killing over 350 crystal mimics, every one of them for 95% Participation.

     

    Erick Flatt

    Human, age 48

    Level 38, Class: Particle Mage

    Exp: 3,575,676,381/6,324,598,600

    Class: 6/6

    Points: 10

    HP

    600/600

    600

    MP

    750/750

    6000 per day

    Strength

    20

    +0

    [20]

    Vitality

    20

    +0

    [20]

    Willpower

    25

    +0

    [25]

    Focus

    50

    +0

    [50]

    Favored Spell waiting!

    Favored Spell waiting!

    Spoiler

    There were quite a lot of boxes.

    Erick focused on the 10 points, and thought about where to put them. His mana costs were going up, a lot. The only reason he was able to cast [Withering Slime] was because Clarity dropped that cost to 500. This is what most mages saw when they looked at their status, wasn’t it? Not the need to sustain a spell for a long time, but the need to be able to cast a spell at all.

    He put five points in Willpower, bringing his base mana up to 900, and kept five points in reserve.

    Tomorrow he would go to Draz’s class for a few hours, then he would need to excuse himself to go to the farms for two hours, then it was back to class. Draz might not approve, and Erick didn’t want to force the issue, but if he had to, he’d just walk out. Which would be a shame. For as much as everyone else seemed to hate their time hitting each other with sticks, or getting called a failure, Erick felt he was learning a lot. If nothing else, he was learning how to take a hit and get back up.

    As long as that hit wasn’t too hard.

     

    – – – –

     

    The next morning, as the sun rose above the walls of Spur, there was an unexpected occurrence at Draz’s recertification class. Kiri wasn’t there. Erick needed to spar with someone else. The problem was…

    Draz said, “This is ridiculous. One of you has to stand up and put this archmage into the dirt.”

    Nope,” said Lowhit.

    Not happening,” said Waelog.

    Sorry!” said Zimmy.

    Did Kiri quit?” Erick asked. “I liked her.”

    That must have struck a nerve, because Draz’s words were unusually hateful, “She just takes days off sometimes, like the rest of you fuckups.”

    Erick started, “You know, you’re—”

    A terrible instructor!” Draz shouted, “Fuck it! Fuck you, Archmage! I quit, too.”

    And then he walked out of the room—

    He got to the archway leading into the arena, when Mog appeared on the other side. Mog frowned at him.

    Mog said, “Yes. I’m keeping an eye on this place.” Then she said to Draz. “You’re not done.”

    I hate that you’re watching me, Mog! Do you think I’d do something to him? Why!”

    Mog said, “Of course not. I was watching because… Well because I can! It’s my guild!”

    Draz said, “I can’t do this anymore. Fire me if you want, or not. I’m not teaching this class any more.”

    I’m not firing you, and you’re not quitting. You love your job! Can’t you handle him? He’s perfectly compliant. He’s learning from you, too.”

    Draz pointed at Erick. “No one wants to fight with him besides that one crazy girl and he’s driven everyone away. I should have 20 people in this class. Zimmy is only here because she utterly has to pass. Waelog and Lowhit are here for more or less the same reasons.”

    Mog spoke up to Erick, and the other students, “You’re dismissed, but we’re still on for tomorrow.” She looked to Erick. “Sorry. You’ve passed and can’t come to class anymore. Come talk to me later, okay?” She put a hand on Draz’s shoulder, guiding him away, “Let’s start the day drinking, Draz. Talk to me? Tell me what’s…” She walked out of sight, her voice fading into the halls of the Adventurer’s Guildhouse.

    Several moments passed.

    Erick said, “Well damn! Sorry, guys. I guess this is my fault.”

    Waelog grunted, “I got shit to do. See the rest of you chumps tomorrow.” She nodded to Erick. “Archmage.”

    Lowhit left along with Zimmy; neither of them saying anything.


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    Erick frowned at the empty sands of the arena.

    Thus ends basic training.” Erick turned to Poi and sighed. “Got any ideas for better training?”

    Poi frowned, just a little. Erick waited.

    Poi said, “Would you like to see exactly what threats have been prevented, so you are able to see where your defenses are lacking? Guardmaster Merit has a running list of the larger threats.”

    Erick froze. He breathed out. He forced himself to relax. He said, “Su— Sure! Sounds like a good idea, Poi.” He quickly added, “How bad is it?”

    Poi said, “Personally, I have prevented 2 casual muggings, 1 mugging that was a genuine attempt on your life, and about 8 home invasions committed by idiot adventurers without any ties we could find to any established powers. Teressa has done about the same. Rats is rats.”

    Oh.” Erick was more than a little stunned by all that. “Okay.”

    Would you like to see Merit? We can discuss the rest under some anti-observation [Ward]s.”

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