Chapter 86: Chapter 86 – Class Upgrade

Stuart and the others glanced around at the thick trees. The smell of earth and moss was a pleasure that they would never tire of. Their life was often on the seas, stealing whatever they could from travelling merchants from one island to another.

The only smell they were used to was the stench of fish, and the salt of the ocean. Even now, it was hard to get rid of the smell. It was like it had clung to the fine hairs in their nostrils.

Stuart looked down at his bandaged hand. Red seeped through the white and it was a grim reminder that the horrors he had heard of the Prince were indeed true, at least the ruthless ones.

Are all the other stories true? Stuart grimaced at the thought.

He didn’t want to find out, but he couldn’t help but feel Prince was right. He had entered this line of work to feed his family. If he died, then he would die with honour for that cause. Making excuses wasn’t something he will continue. It just took a missing finger to wake him from his naivety.

But it didn’t mean he was happy working under someone like the Prince. If there was a moment, then he would–

Prince raised his fist in the air as everyone stopped in their tracks. He knelt down and hovered his hand over a small imprint.

Stuart inspected. They were human footprints. The regular triangular tread was the common issue of Wayfaring boots.

Usually, Wayfarers would get rid of them the first chance they could as the comfortability left a lot to be desired. The leather was thick and coarse; the creators focused on durability rather than comfort.

“Looks like the information was correct,” Horace inspected the footprints. “First and second years.”

Prince said, “Let’s keep moving, we have a lot of distance to travel.”

Stuart, Horace, and the rest of the squad nodded.

They were under a time limit. Leave it too late, and the Seafarers would be above clearing the oceans from the spawn or other sea monsters. Start too early and they would be too close to Rebirth.

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Coming just at the right time meant that the Wayfarers had done all the work for them. Whether that was the loot the Wayfarers found from looting the monsters, or doing all the resources collecting for them without having to lift a finger.

Stuart’s heartbeat rose.

He was afraid to admit it, but it was out of fear. The introduction of a Sinwen made the mission perilous at best. Although this one was just a child, it made no difference to him.

Stuart had heard that the Sinwens treated their offspring as nothing but cold warriors bred for war and battle. But he was at least smart enough to read between the lines of their thick history.

Between all those stories of the Sinwens, the number one motivator for them was not for the benefit of humanity. But for the love of their family. If the mission went wrong, and they harmed even a hair on the Sinwens head…

Stuart shivered at the thought. They would most likely be hunted down for an eternity. Especially the Mad Hound Tennyson. He had read the leaked reports of the auction house disaster. Tennyson arrived just in the nick of time to save his baby sister.

Prince might not care, or even understand the Sinwens. But Stuart did. His brother was a Sinwen guard, after all.

Prince set off once more. It wouldn’t be long now until they faced the Wayfarers.

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Astrid has torn the body of the Demonling inside-out, yet it left no item to be seen. With a stomp to the ground, she sauntered straight for the main door.

The bland, drab, and no longer dark hallways were getting on her nerves.

What was wrong with a bit of colour now and then? Looking at the same thing for so long was quickly getting depressing.

Even the Sinwen manor had a sparkle of colour. Who did these people think they were? It was a sin to be so edgy.

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