CH916

You’re a bastard. Ben thought to the heavens above. You’re such a huge bastard that I’m finding every copy of your holy text that’s ever been written and using my magic to stealth-edit it to call you Myriad the bastard every time you’re mentioned by name in it.

<Consider this payback for all you put me through.>

Gods shouldn’t be so spiteful.

<You bring out the worst in me. Still, it will be fine.>

How’s it going to be fine when you literally waited until right now to tell me that I’m supposed to be leading these people!

When it came to experience, he was sure everyone there would have had more than him, when it came to authority he had them beat. He was a third tier, a person destined for godhood, how could there be any greater authority than that? He doubted he’d get many arguments, but the statement still stopped him in his tracks.

<Don’t worry so much, you wouldn’t have been sent if you couldn’t handle it.>

How did this pass! Enough up there hate me, why would anyone want me leading?

<Because like it or not, you’re both a third tier as well as impressively powerful for numerous skills beyond that one. Considering how many second tiers are in the group, you have the strength and willingness to keep everyone else in their place and given the fact that you’re brilliant and that you don’t seem to hold any contempt for Foast, you can be trusted to carry out this particular quest to the best of your abilities.>

Wow, I can’t believe I need to somehow make sure I earn even less trust from the gods in the future. I thought I was already comfortably near the bottom, but I guess there’s always a place lower.

<If you don’t think you can do it, then just lean back on the skills and talents you’ve developed leading my people as their apostle.> Myriad said innocently, knowing better than anyone how little effort Ben put to that particular front and left him to groan.

Is there going to be literally any help for me?

<A priest named Peac will be able to help guide you along the way to where Foast would have gone, so find him or just do what I know you’re going to anyway and steal the information from his mind.>

God, fine, I’ll get it done. Another thing on the to-do list; if the war ends and I live, I need to immediately quit this stupid guild.

“Everything okay?” Thera asked from the side, watching Ben’s face twitch from the quick exchange with his god.

“No. Myriad just politely informed me that I’m the one who’s apparently in charge of leading this group.”

“Pfff!”

“Not funny.”

“It’s a little funny.”

“It’s divine harassment.”

“Can you honestly, genuinely say you haven’t done enough to your god to deserve a bit of that?”

“I can say a lot of things. I guess this means I should try to look at least semi-professional about this then,” He sighed, forcing himself to stand a bit straighter and hide the annoyance on his face as he approached the crowd of over twenty people, looking at their collective skills and reading their thoughts as he went through them all, narrowing in the priest Myriad had told him about and finding the man not only held a map of the sites Foast had gone to but had also acted as his handler, a person to gather what information he needed and worked on his behalf, leaving him to make a beeline to him.

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“Peac,” he greeted, holding out a hand while the other looked at him, startled to be so suddenly approached. “I’m Ben. I believe you were told about me?”

“Ah, yes, of course,” he said, both reaching out to shake and bowing in one motion, well aware of Ben’s position. “It’s a pleasure. Thank you for coming to help.”