Chapter 258 – Young Workers.

There they were, the three children had managed to attain their first classes and their lives were somewhat set in stone. First was Jorg with a stonemason class that would just give him skills for building structures. It wasn’t that much different than Bernir’s first class that was more poised for woodwork. This was somewhat fitting for a half-dwarf and the child looked content.

Thus just like him, it would be possible to grab the blacksmith class for him if he so wished. Battle classes would be locked away to him. The only way to receive a battle class was through the first class change. After this, the person would need to meet some basic requirements. This would be mostly impossible as many of those battle classes required skills that could only be attained through unlocking such a class.

For instance, Basic One-handed Swordsmanship could be attained by anyone before they received a class. Yet to be actually able to unlock a basic sword warrior class this skill needed to change into regular One-handed Swordsmanship which could only be attained by already having a tier 1 warrior class. It seemed that the system didn’t want crafting or production classes to attain battle classes.

‘I guess a person could still forcefully get a skill through other ways…’

Roland looked at Jorg’s status screen while knowing of at least one way of getting the young man a higher tier skill. This could be done through the thieves guild and the black market. From time to time certain blood-colored stones would be put up for sale and these contained skills lifted from people that were killed. With the help of something like that even a stonemason would be able to change their fate.

“Haha, I knew it! I told you that I would be able to get warrior!”

Fin was quite happy that he received the most basic of classes. Warriors were the most commonly obtained battle class out there but even it would allow someone to earn a lot of money by visiting dungeons. His life would probably be a lot harder than for the other two but he didn’t have the same limitations.

Then there was Marcie that didn’t look happy or sad. Her class brought back some old memories of being stuck in a small room and creating magical scrolls. She achieved the non-magical version of the mana scribe class. It was a bit similar to Elodia’s accountant class as it gave her some basic counting skills but also would allow her to copy books and texts rather easily.

‘Hm, it could be useful for keeping records around here…’

Roland was still running a small operation here, there were a lot of things going on but not enough hands to handle everything. Elodia was the only one crunching the numbers and sometimes even he had to help her out to figure out the budget for everything. It wouldn’t be bad to get more people here that they could trust.

‘Well that depends on the girl but she would probably not have anything against working with Elodia…’

The kids from the orphanage had quite an attachment to their big sister. Even when walking here they constantly bothered her with questions. Even now they were looking to her for affirmation about their classes, were they good or bad? They didn’t really know.

“It was strange, I was stuck in a large cavern with closed doors and there was a large sword in the middle, when I picked it up a voice called out to me as I received the blessing!”

“Is that so?”

Elodia smiled at Fin that started looking for a branch to swing around. Yet he was unable as Roland along with the others working here liked to have a clean working environment. The next in line was Jorg that also explained his experience in the strange space.

“There was a large hammer next to an old building and I picked it up…”

“Just like that?”

“For me, it was a library, there was a piece of parchment and a quill… when I tried writing something I heard the voice of the goddess.”

To the people in this world, the disembodied voice from the system was supposedly a gift from the gods. The voice could actually differ between people but most of the time it belonged to a woman.

“Fin I know that you are happy but you are forbidden from going to the dungeon alone, do you understand?”

“Yeah yeah…”

The boy was not listening as he was probably imagining his first monster fight. Luckily the adventurer guild wouldn’t allow anyone without a card to just enter into the dungeon. The guards would keep the kids away. Yet Roland had done the same thing when he turned ten so it was still possible for Fin if he found a proper party.

“Aye Boss, can we use any of em?”

“One is a warrior, the other is a stonemason, and the third a scribe…”

“A Stonemason you say?”

Bernir appeared out of the blue after hearing some of the kids’ shouts. Roland could see that Bernir was interested in Jorg which was probably due to their similar circumstances. Their lineage was the same and they also started out with builder classes which could be transformed later into a crafter.

“You want to take him under your wing? Go ahead, we could use some help around here but he won’t be getting much until he proves himself as a worker.”

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“Haha, thanks boss, I’ll be sure to knock some sense into him!”

His assistant moved toward the ten-year-old child who in this world was already an age they could join the working class. In reality, this was quite the opportunity for the young half-dwarf as he would be getting good tutelage under a tier 2 blacksmith. Then there was Marcie that could also be taken in by Elodia. With more salespeople around his shop could be open for longer which would translate into more profits.

‘I probably won’t be able to get all of those kids work here but not like this is their only option.’

Roland nodded at Elodia who smiled back at him. The two had already talked about the possibility of new employees. The nod was just a confirmation of him finding little Marcie’s new class useful.

While she was not a runic mana scribe like him it wouldn’t be impossible to use her magic scrolls. Higher tier scribes could almost copy anything that was written down, even magical books. Those would just need to be infused with mana by someone like Roland with a corresponding skill that could be purchased later.

‘I feel like things might get a lot more lively here soon…’

A faint smile appeared on his face when he saw Elodia and Bernir interacting with the kids. It was as if his enterprise was slowly expanding. He could already picture some other buildings appearing in the empty plot of land that he bought but didn’t use yet. Perhaps both Bernir and his new disciple could be the ones responsible for their construction. The stonemason job would also come in handy for expanding and reinforcing their underground passages.