"Breska says that Boxer is at the beach again. Builder is in an old library. Gamer is in his room."
"Thanks, Teura." Aaron tried to smile naturally at the half-elf.
He probably failed.
A week had passed, and he wanted to get to know his fellow Earthers better. None of them seemed to find being in an actual magic school that exciting. Aaron just couldn't wrap his head around it, but he supposed they'd been through some stuff before arriving. That probably influenced their opinions.
He wanted to talk more with them, and not just because Feor had put him in charge of integrating them. But who?
Vincent was out. Aaron didn't want to go running on the beach, or watch someone run on the beach either. Michail had that necklace now, so he could actually talk to him. He was curious about what the Russian had to say, but would they share any interests? Aaron didn't know much about Russia, and learning about it didn't seem as interesting as learning about countries in this world.
...And that wasn't nearly as cool as learning actual magic!
He probably shouldn't interrupt Michail if he was reading anyways.
Right. Jiahao it was. He needed to fill him in on the [Repair] spell anyways. With any luck, he'd be able to borrow the other teen's electronics and level [Engineer] more.
Jiahao's room wasn't far from his own, which wasn't surprising. As the caretaker, Cognita provided the keys to their doors, but Archmage Feor had been the one to choose which rooms they'd gotten. Aaron didn't need Teura's help remembering where it was.
He knocked on the door, and a voice called out from inside. "Come in."
Aaron looked the door up and down. It didn't have a doorknob. He pressed against it.
Nope. Nothing. No give.
He cupped his hands around his mouth and loudly spoke. "I can't open the door."
A few moments later, the door clicked and swung out a few inches. Jiahao then pushed it out further. "Sorry. Forgot had to use stone to open." He paused and then repeated his sentence. "I forgot that I had to use THE stone to open IT." Aaron looked at him curiously, and Jiahao shrugged. "I know how to speak 'properly'." He made finger quotes. "It is like using a more formal tone." He rolled his eyes. "Tedious, but if everyone else doing it, I should to." He frowned. "IS doing it. What's up?"
"I just wanted to talk." Aaron shrugged. "I also figured you might not have heard about the [Repair] spell yet."
"Oh?" Jiahao pushed the door open further and stepped back. "What that?" He grimaced. "What IS that?"
Aaron pulled out his phone. "Let me show you."
He sat down on the floor and began working on his phone's screws with a small piece of metal. [Improved tools] really helped. A combination of skill and [Skills] let him take his phone apart with relative ease. Once it was disassembled, he handed it to Teura.
She'd done this several times in the past, so it was with a practiced motion that she set the parts on top of each other approximately where they should be. "[Repair]." There was a flash of light, and then she was holding an iphone that looked like new.
Aaron took it back and pressed the power button. "It's a spell that can fix our phones." He glanced at Jiahao's backpack. "Or other electronic devices."
"Oh!" Jiahao followed his gaze. "That cool, but I keep my gear safe."
Aaron's phone finished turning on and he smiled as he showed Jiahao the face. "It also recharges the battery."
"What!" The boy's eyes opened wide as he rushed over to his bag. "That great news! C'mon I have English games too!"
...
"I can't believe you had two Vitas and a 3DS on you when you arrived here." Aaron shook his head after losing some game he'd never heard of for the tenth time in a row.
"I told you. I at ChinaJoy! Special versions. I going to resell for big profit!" Jiahao proudly patted his backpack. "Just-" He paused and spoke more slowly. "It is just a shame that I didn't bother buying an XBox One S or a Playstation 4 Pro." He let out a sigh. "Not like we have a monitor for them anyways. But this great! I can finally start leveling [Gamer] again!"
Aaron looked at him. "Wait. You were serious about that?"
Jiahao scoffed. "Of course! Got-, I got that class before Pixel even showed up." He nodded to himself. "That why it obvious he [Gamer] too!"
Aaron fiddled with the Vita. "Vincent said that he and Pixel found you in a village. What happened? How'd you get [Gamer] of all things?" He grimaced slightly. "And could you speak slower. Sorry, but it really does make it easier to understand you."
Jiahao rolled his eyes. "Fine. I talk, er, I will talk slowly." He started up another game and began playing. "So, like I said. I was at ChinaJoy. I went to the restroom, but when I opened the door, I was in this village. The people there all spoke English, but it did not look like an American town. It had straw roofs and mud walls. I had no idea what was going on."
"Tell me about it." Aaron scowled as he lost another life. "I showed up here, but in this room with REALLY scary golems. Thankfully, Cognita showed up." He shook his head. "Of course, the [Mages] say she's the scariest, but she seems nice to me."
"Oh? That sound cool. You tell me when I done." Jiahao performed a flashy move that wiped out another life before he started speaking slower again. "The villagers were all surprised like I was, but they were very friendly. They thought I was from a country called Drath, and must be a noble because of my clothing." Jiahao shrugged as he casually won the match. "I knew it was bad, but I did not correct them. They gave me gifts, and somehow got gifts in return."
"Somehow?" Aaron pressed the button to continue, perhaps he'd have more luck with another character. "You mean you gave them some gifts?" His wording must be off.
"Nope." Jiahao pulled off a combo. "They gave me stuff and 'boom' they got items from out of mid-air!"
"Really?" Aaron groaned as he died again. "It must be a skill."
"Yeah. I figured that out after I got my class." Jiahao continued talking while effortlessly attacking him. How could he split his concentration so well? "I had nothing to do, so I played my new games. Got some cool skills like [Lesser Reflexes] [Extend Battery], but nothing major. Nothing like Pixel."
"You're that sure he's a [Gamer] too?"
"Of course?" Jiahao shook his head. "What kind of superhero looks like Samus? Unless he was sponsored by Nintendo or got bit by a radioactive Metroid game, is stupid."
"I guess." Aaron still couldn't imagine the character Vincent and Jiahao described.
"Now you turn." Jiahao won the match. "I want know about Cognita."
"What? Why?"
Jiahao started speaking slowly again. "Is it not obvious? She is like an artificial intelligence, but a real one. A proper 'sceye-feye' one. Er. A proper one out of science fiction." The boy's eyes gleamed. "Who made her? Does she know she is alive? Does she have to follow the three rules? Does she have emotions? Can she make a better golem? She could start the singularity on this world!"
"Uhh..." Aaron was taken aback at the storm of questions. He guessed Cognita was impressive if you put it like that, but that was because she was MAGIC, like everything else in Wistram. "I don't think she can make more golems like her, or at least she hasn't, and Archmage Feor says that she has overseen Wistram for a long time." He'd asked the [Mages] about her in the past, and their opinions had been... pronounced.
"She in charge?!" Jiahao lowered his Vita and looked at him.
Good he was distracted, now was the time to attack! "Kinda? I guess? A long time ago, Wistram was run by [Archmages] - the class. The ones that have that title these days don't have the actual class."
"Why that?" Jiahao was looking at him, but still somehow winning the match.
"I dunno." Aaron shrugged. "Archmage Feor says it's because the upper levels are sealed off, but I've heard other things as well. The point is, that [Archmage]... uhm... Zephyr? I think that was his name. It definitely started with a 'Z'. Anyways, [Archmage] Z made golems, right? I don't know if he made ALL the golems that exist in Wistram, but he made a lot of them. Cognita was, like, his, uhm, masterpiece. The golem of golems." And made of 'Truestone', whatever that was. Aaron had asked and hadn't gotten an answer.
It might be another 'secret'. The [Mages] told him a lot of little ones, but despite his status they still didn't budge on more 'expensive' ones.
"Oh! I see! So Cognita makes the other golems, but can't make more like her! It like copy of copy stuff!"
"Maybe?" How was he losing so badly? "So [Archmage] Z decided that the upper levels were too 'dangerous' for most [Mages] and sealed them off. He let people in his clique up there, so I think it was more a power-play and establishing that he ran Wistram."
Jiahao frowned while rapidly tapping buttons. "So it like coup?"
"Yeah." Aaron nodded. "Other [Mages] objected, but [Archmage] Z was too strong. He ruled Wistram, and eventually disappeared into the upper floors."
"He dead?"
"Yes?" Aaron wasn't sure on that point. "I think so. At least, one day Cognita came down and announced that he was dead and that anyone who wanted to get to the upper floors had to get past her."
"Oh." Jiahao nodded. "That why [Mages] so nervous around her."
Aaron glanced at the other teen. HE'd picked up on that? Was Jiahao more perceptive than he'd thought? He knew he shouldn't judge people who weren't native English speakers based on their diction skills, but Jiahao had made a very different first impression. Heck, he spoke more languages than Aaron did, so thinking poorly because of how he spoke was just stupid!
"Yeah." Aaron paused as he thought back. "There's this room up stairs that has some... REALLY scary-looking golems in it." He shuddered. "That was actually where I appeared. They didn't attack me, but before Cognita arrived I think they..." He shuddered again. "Anyways, that's [Archmage] Z's challenge. To get past his best work, including Cognita, and you've proved you deserve the higher level floors."
"Get past? So it game?"
"No." Aaron put down the Vita as he lost the final match and looked at Jiahao. "It's not a game." He needed to stress this part, the same way it had been impressed upon him. "Every [Mage] that has challenged Cognita has died at her hands. If they go alone, if they go in a group, if they try and sneak past, if they set an ambush... each and every one of them has died. Cognita killed them." Archmage Feor had given him that warning personally using those same exact words.
Jiahao looked at him and nodded back. "I understand." He spoke slowly. "She is dangerous. She is a weapon. Cognita ultimately obeys [Archmage] Z's orders, and she will not hesitate to kill for him." Jiahao closed his eyes and leaned back. "I just wonder if she wants to, or if she has any appreciation of life."
Charles de Trevalier scowled as he entered the Great Hall. It was too early, breakfast had just barely started. He couldn't believe he'd awoken so early for...
Argh!
He savagely speared some sausages - not caring that he knocked a paltry sum of the remaining ones on the floor. He forcefully hurled a scoop of mashed potatoes - ignoring the dark purple splatters that flew onto nearby dishes. (Although, he did make sure that his force was directed away from himself. It wouldn't do to soil his custom-made doublet.) He gently placed some Eggs Benvalier on his plate - they required a gentle touch lest they collapse.
Of course, he didn't bother to lower the serving spoon gently down. It wasn't his fault if it hit anything when it fell. If Wistram provided proper [Servers] or [Waiters] to deal with such low-born tasks, then it wouldn't be an issue. Instead, everyone had to procure their own food. Like savages.
Charles de Trevalier finally looked around the room to see who he might deign to sit with.
Ah. Rievan. His old friend.
Charles de Trevalier walked over and smiled blandly as he sat down. The silver bell attached to his sword rang slightly with the movement. "A good day to you, Rievan."
The older student looked up at him. "Good morning, Charles." He blinked and then sighed. "What vexes you so?"
Charles de Trevalier allowed himself to scowl. "You know me too well, old friend." Indeed, who else could see through his masterful control of his emotions? "I just had the most infuriating encounter with one of the new guests of the high table."
"Oh?" Rievan turned to look at the table where the greatest [Mages] of Wistram sat. "I see the human from Golaen, and the one from Drath. Yet I do not see evidence from the confrontation of which you speak." It was simple enough for a Terandrian to identify someone from the 'Land of Giants' - almost as easy as noticing the distinct features of Drath.
Charles de Trevalier scoffed. It was galling that any political moves were being hidden from him when he was a Libertarian. "No, I speak not of the [Ambassadors]." What else could they be? There were no secrets to buy on them for any amount of coin, and they clearly weren't [Mages]. Unlike that 'Blackmage' fellow. What a droll name. "It was the other dark-skinned one. The new one."
"Him?" Rievan looked surprised. "That's what you get for consorting with a ruffian like that. He clearly is a subordinate of Blackmage." He shook his head. "Though why that untalented boy gets such attention or warrants a servant is beyond me."
"Indeed." Wistram had a strict 'no-servants' policy, despite Charles de Trevalier's efforts to bring in some decent help. "I assumed that he had to have a modicum of magical talent, or at least a proper up-bringing, but I was sorely disappointed!"
"How so?" Rievan resumed eating his food.
"Well..." Charles de Trevalier leaned in to whisper the secret he'd obtained. It had been expensive. "His name is Boxer, and he spends his mornings outside with all the combat obsessed morons."
"Ha!" Rievan let out a short laugh. "Don't let Amerys hear you say that!" He frowned. "Although, I haven't seen her recently. I know her situation is a secret, but it's far too expensive for idle curiosity."
Charles de Trevalier nodded. "You speak the truth. I, of course, could learn it if I cared to." And if his allowance wasn't running low. Hopefully Viltach would return soon. The Archmage of Terandria would get answers that would then be shared with the rest of the Libertarians. "But to continue my tale, I sought him out there. To see what I could learn." And perhaps, re-coup some of the gold he'd spent with a solid secret or two.
"And?"
"And I introduced myself to the half-wit." Charles de Trevalier scowled. "Do you know what the peon dared say to me? Do you?"
Rievan paused to take a drink of his juice, which reminded Charles de Trevalier that he'd forgotten to procure a beverage in his rage. "I'm afraid I do not have the faintest clue."
Charles de Trevalier ground his teeth as he spoke. "He said, and I quote, 'de? Not du?'."
Rievan blinked. "And?"
Charles de Trevalier slammed his fist on the table. "Do you not.." Oh, of course. Despite his skill in magic and his friendship, Rievan was low born. He did not understand the subtleties of Terandrian politics and names. "He implied that-"
Rievan's eyes went wide as he looked over Charles de Trevalier's shoulder. "He's here!"
Charles de Trevalier turned his head and saw the most recent target of his ire. "Excuse me." He stood up and calmly strolled over to where his lesser was adding food to his plate. The half-elf that accompanied him moved to interpose himself, but Charles de Trevalier simply laid his hand on his rapier and stared him down.
The two matched eyes for several seconds before Boxer slipped between them. "Hey, you're that 'de' guy from earlier. What can I do for ya?"
That 'de' guy?
THAT 'DE' GUY?!
Charles de Trevalier puffed out his chest and stood as tall as he could. Boxer was pathetically short. Since he clearly wasn't a [Mage], he had to be a servant. Like a [Secretary] or a [Butler]. "Advert your eyes when you speak to one of your betters, knave." His impetuous tone left no doubt about their relative stations in life. "You-"
Boxer rudely interrupted his next proclamation.
"Yeah, I don't back down from my betters." He sneered. "And I 'specially don't let no punk step to me!" Boxer's eyes flickered up and down before he got uncomfortably close.
"How dare-"
"What? You frontin' on me, and don't 'pect no push back?" Boxer poked him in the chest. "Naaaaw, man. That shit ain't goin' ta play."
"Unhand me you [Ruffian]!" Charles de Trevalier took a step back. "How dare you impugn upon me that I am a [Punk]!" Whatever class that was. From context, it was clear that it was an insult. "I shall have the disrespect you have offered me returned back upon thee with-"
"Shut up." Boxer took another step forward and shoved him!
Charles de Trevalier stumbled back before gracefully falling to the ground. "You dare?" He smoothly and quickly rose to his feet. "You dare lay your filthy hands on a Trevalier?"
"Filthy?" Boxer smirked. "Oh, it's on now." He raised his hands. "C'mon then."
Charles de Trevalier stared at him with disbelief. "You mean to duel me?" HE was the one who was supposed to issue the challenge, and his opponent was the one that would turn away with his tail between his legs.
Figuratively speaking that is. Wistram didn't allow riff-raft like Gnolls or Drakes in its immaculate halls.
...Although there were those disgusting Lizardfolk.
"Got it in one, bruh." Boxer began to bounce on the balls of his feet. "I hear you [Mages] like to have duels, so why not? I can take ya!"
The half-elf behind him palmed his face, clearly as shocked at Boxer's stupidity as Charles de Trevalier was.
He let out a laugh and flicked the silver bell that was attached to his sword. The chime sounded out clear as day. "You have no magic. You have no weapon." Charles de Trevalier drew his blade. "You must be a [Fool] of unparalleled magnitude to challenge one of your betters that possessed both! Let alone one who possesses a silver bell!"
"We'll see." Boxer put his thumb to the side of his nose and snorted. He then moved it to the other side so he could expel air from the other nostril.
How vulgar!
"Fine." Charles de Trevalier smirked as he realized the potential windfall. "For the stakes, I wish to have you truthfully and completely answer three of my questions."
"What?" The half-elf behind Boxer looked alarmed.
"Deal." The black teenager smiled. "I'll take your fancy sword when I knock you on your ass. I guess." He shrugged. "Ain't got no need for any of your pussy-ass [Mage] shit."
What? That made no sense, but the intention behind it was clear. "Accepted."
"Let's do it." Boxer immediately punched him in the face!
"Hmpf!" Charles de Trevalier snorted. What sort of imbecile would start a fight, or even go about their day, without protection? The ring on his finger absorbed the cowardly blow. "[Stone Dart]! He performed a perfect swing of his sword to keep the ruffian at bay while casting with his other hand.
"Shit!" Boxer jerked to the side, but he was too slow. A thin red line had been traced across his shoulder. Not a significant injury. Pity. "Time for some [Out-boxing]!" The smaller man took a step back, and lowered his arms as he bounced up and down. "C'mon. Try that again."
Charles de Trevalier narrowed his eyes at the mocking smile. "[Stone Dart]!"
Boxer somehow leaned out the way. "You'll have to do better than that, sucka."
How infuriating! "[Stone Dart]! [Stone Dart]! [Stone Dart]!"
"[Bob and Weave]" Boxer avoided the first dart like he'd done before, but for the second and third ones he somehow dodged by crouching and moving to the right and left. He rushed forward to try and use his bare hands again, but Charles de Trevalier heroically held him off with his rapier before slowly driving him back.
That was why he wore it.
...Or at least, it was turning out to be an unexpected benefit. The real reason was to display his skill and prestige, but having a greater reach was a clear advantage. Boxer must be some sort of [Fist Fighter]. "A pathetic class for a pathetic man." Charles de Trevalier sneered. "This isn't worth my time. [Ice Wall]!"
A gleaming tower of ice formed behind Boxer. Water glinted in the light as it trickled down the barrier. Now that his opponent had nowhere to run, Charles de Trevalier advanced with his sword. The idea to just... run him through while he futilely tried to dodge, was too... poetic to resist.
Boxer backed up before jerking forward when his bare shoulder touched the wall of ice. It was a shame that the spell wasn't powerful enough to freeze flesh, but there was nothing that could be done about that. The black teenager tried to flee the corner, but a timely slash drove him back.
"This is fine. I can [Rope-a-Dope] all day long." Boxer smiled for some infuriating reason.
Charles de Trevalier jabbed again and again, but his perfect strikes were somehow avoided! "Ha!" He yelled as he increased the intensity of his assault! Jab! Slash! Jab! Jab! Jab! Slash! Slash! It was to no avail! His superb swordsmanship was somehow not working!
"All you have are your [Skills]." Charles de Trevalier spoke through clenched teeth. "But you're spending them like coppers. As soon as they run out, you're dead!"
"Oh, yeah?" Boxer smirked as he leaned out of the way of another flawless strike. "I got plenty of [Skills] left. [Lightning Jab]!"
Charles de Trevalier reeled back as something struck him in the face. He hadn't seen the punch, but he'd felt it through his shield! "[Flame Spray]!" A wave of fire flowed from his off hand as he shook his head. Dead Gods! What sort of [Skill] was that? To think his opponent had a trump card like that at his disposal!
No matter. He'd used it, and it had failed. Charles de Trevalier steadily advanced, with his flames driving Boxer back.
"Shit!" He wasn't so cocky now.
"Ha ha, you [Peon]! You can't dodge fire any more than you could rise above your station. You should learn to treat your betters with respect!"
It was hard to tell, but the skin on Boxer's forearms was changing color as the heat cooked him from a distance.
Boxer growled. "[Clinch]!" And he dove through the fire! The [Fist Fighter] wrapped his arms around Charles de Trevalier, which forced him to abort his spell, lest he burn himself. "I got you now motherfu-"
Small, but hard punches repeatedly drove themselves into Charles de Trevalier's side, so he did what anyone would do. He rammed his head into his opponent's nose.
Boxer staggered back, and Charles de Trevalier took a moment to refocus himself. That... had hurt a lot more than he thought it would've. It seemed there was a slight flaw in his shield as it failed to protect him from his own movement.
How was he supposed to know that? It wasn't like he was some low-born peasant who punched things with his bare hands. Still, it took him a moment to recover.
Boxer charged him again, but this time Charles de Trevalier interposed his rapier.
"[Counter Punch]!" Boxer grabbed his blade with one hand, while striking him with the other!
Charles de Trevalier's head snapped back as he was repeatedly punched. His shield held, further proving that fighting a [Mage] with your bare hands was the peak of stupidity. "[Electric Jolt]!" Lightning flowed out of his hand, through the sword, and into Boxer!
He still hadn't gotten the hang of keeping the spell contained within his weapon, but it hardly mattered when his opponent was stupid enough to grasp it himself.
Boxer screamed and stumbled back, but somehow didn't fall down. Charles de Trevalier glared at him as he gulped in air. Boxer's left arm hung uselessly at his side, but the boy still met his eyes. He jerked his shoulder, but his arm just spasmed in response.
"Now... now you see the vast gulf that separates us." Charles de Trevalier boasted as he eyed his foe. "I am a magnanimous person, so if you admit defeat I'll cease my thrashing of you."
"Eff that!" Boxer shook his head. "No way I'm losing to a little piece of shit like you."
"Fine." Charles de Trevalier drew himself up to his full height. "I'll burn you to a crisp!" But first, he needed to knock Boxer off his feet. He was too fast, and he couldn't afford to let him close the distance between them again. "[Ice Slick]!" Charles de Trevalier kept his rapier steady as he gestured with his left hand. The puddle that had formed from his [Ice Wall] was perfect for this. He smirked. People might say disparaging remarks about his [Ice Wall] since it kept melting, but such an attribute was a feature for [Ice Slick]!
Frost rolled across the ground in a wave before crystallizing into a thin film of ice and water. Let's see Boxer try running across that. Charles de Trevalier breathed heavily. He was almost out of mana, but he could still manage one last [Flame Jet] without needing to use a potion.
Boxer wobbled on the slippery ground before saying: "[Boxer's Stance]." His legs steadied and his left arm rose up as he held his forearms next to his head. "Guess I need to use this. [Three Minute Rush]!"
Charles de Trevalier blinked. Wait! He had ANOTHER trump skill?!
Boxer stomped on the ground, and the ice in a ten foot radius around him shattered. Charles de Trevalier didn't see what happened next. He felt something shatter his shield, and then his world erupted into pain.
Archmage Feor watched the duel end in dramatic fashion. It was certainly more... physical than most duels in Wistram, but generally speaking, contests between lower level [Mages] weren't what one would consider impressive. He'd cast a spell to let him eavesdrop on the event due to one of the visitors from another world being involved. If the duel had involved anyone else, he wouldn't have gone through the effort of breaching the silence spell that surrounded the high table.
Some of the other [Mages] had done the same thing, or had fallen silent and simply watched. All of the other 'Earthers' had ceased their conversations to witness their comrade's fight.
Haylet should've stepped in and stopped the confrontation before it had gotten that far. The Trevalier child should also have been kept at a distance. Letting him speak was just asking for trouble. Unfortunately, he was in a different faction, so there were limits as to what Feor could do.
At least the worst outcome hadn't come to pass. Vincent was a new, and therefore, unknown quantity. Who knew if he had the guile to keep his secrets if he'd lost? Feor needed to think about that. Alternate measures might need to be taken...
"Here." Haylet pulled out a healing potion and offered it to Vincent.
The [Boxer] grimaced and shook his head. "Naw, no need for that, man. It was [Just a Spar]."
Feor's eyebrows rose as both Vincent's and Charles' wounds began to fade away. Now THAT was a useful skill! High-level [Strategists] could do something similar, but they had to be HIGH level. Vincent was, what? 20th level? Feor cast [Appraisal] through his scrying sensor. No. 21st level now. Probably higher once he slept.
He'd been gaining levels at a ridiculous pace, but even then he shouldn't have been able to win against a full [Mage] from Wistram. Not even one so poorly versed in tactics as Charles. Not at 20th level. Feor drummed his fingers on the table. [Boxer] was a far more powerful class than it should be. It had to have been consolidated, but Vincent hadn't mentioned anything like that occurring.
These Earthers had so much potential. Feor had never seen people level as fast as them. It was like they were counter-leveling! He'd thought Aaron was a prodigy - and he certainly was leveling nicely, but even he hadn't gotten to 20th level yet. Of course, that was in no small part due to [Mage] being harder to level than most other classes. It was to be expected because magic-using [Classes] were superior, but slower. Leveling them took effort, talent, and time in exchange for power.
He hadn't dismissed [Boxer], not after seeing the potential in [Engineer], but he also hadn't taken into consideration how quickly it could level. Physical [Classes] such as it possessed an advantage in that area. Furthermore, [Boxer] seemed more like [Soldier] than [Fighter]. Or [Fist Fighter] as the case may be. Feor wasn't a [Strategist], but he'd lived a long time. He understood that one of the benefits of a [Soldier] was that they could level by doing things that didn't directly involve combat.
Gaining levels without risking one's safety was a tremendous boon.
It made sense. 'Boxing' was a sport. Done for entertainment. As such, Vincent could level just by running around on the beach... apparently. Nothing inherently strange there, but there must be something he was missing. [Recall Memory]. Ah, yes. Pixel. Vincent had said he'd given him pointers. That must be part of how he was out-leveling Aaron, Jiahao, and Michail. High-level instruction combined with an easy-to-level class could explain things.
...And their unique [Classes] and leveling speed weren't even the most important thing the visitors had to offer!
Feor was shaken from his musings when another human from Terandria approached Vincent. What now? Haylet would need to be replaced if he couldn't drive off lesser [Mages].
"That sword is cursed. You should throw it away." Feor frowned. What an odd thing for the red-haired girl to say. The weapon wasn't even enchanted. It couldn't possibly be-
"Archmages, we have a problem." Feor nearly jumped out of his skin. Cognita had approached the high table and he hadn't even noticed! "One of the golems of Wistram has been destroyed."
Bios:
Charles de Trevalier - A [Nobel] and a [Mage] from Terandria. Speciesist. Classist.