Chapter 182: I Do Mind! (1/2)

The rest was history.

The Players who had specially come to support their cute newbie Players had slammed a barrage of skills at the boastful Codo Bosra city watch soldiers.

They did not even survive half of the ultimate skills before being sent to Xi Wei. As such, most of the Players found it a waste that they didn’t have a chance of showing off to the children, and were even thinking about reviving their fallen foes for another beating.

It was therefore a pity that revive spells only works on other Players…

At the same time, the noblewoman was dumbfounded. She was born to a named family and rather knowledgeable compared to peasants, but when hast there been such a rain of skills with such assortments of special effects that drowned their targets entirely?

And when it came to special effects, even the most fearsome and cruel battlefields that were waged right now in other corners of this world would never be as cool as that sight the Players showed.

“Sorry, uncle. We couldn’t return them safely to Codo Bosra…” Simba said with a downcast tone, having found Mufasa with the other children amongst the crowd. “Their family was wiped out by the mayor of Codo Bosra.”

“That’s not your fault. Actually, what you’ve done was very impressive.” Mufasa had already learned about the whole story from Simba’s post in the forums where the boy had asked for help. He naturally didn’t blame the children, and even give them each head-pats. “Not only did you not overestimate your ability, you could precisely acknowledge your weakness and decide to wisely ask for our help. Moreover, none of you gave up despite your disadvantage, which proves that I’m right in judging you children have it in you.”

While Simba appeared to be still caught in his failure, both Nala and Zazu were beaming at Mufasa’s acknowledgment.

Meanwhile, the noblewoman hesitated when she saw Mufasa—the murderer of Baron Nigelania. But when she was about to approach him and say something, Marni came to her first.

“Greetings, milady.” Marni bowed stylishly at her.

“You know me?” The noblewoman promptly panicked. She had kept her identity hidden through it all to protect Gwendolyn, her daughter and heir apparent of Lancaster.

Things were clearly going to be awry if someone could recognize her.

While her handmaidens were learned in swordplay, that clearly isn’t going to cut it against the overwhelming barrage of spells and sacred arts which not even a rat could escape from!

With them alone against so many formidable individuals, there is just no way they could seize the initiative.

“The name’s Marni Wilf, milady—we’ve met once in a banquet at Lancaster.” Marni smiled gentlemanly. “Of course, you probably wouldn’t recognize an unimportant character like myself.”

“I would never consider anyone who could command a sacred corps an ‘unimportant character’.” The noblewoman replied, trying her best to feign calmness… or at least not let her fear be known.

It was true that in her perspective, the Players were a large group of people who had mastered powerful magics and sacred arts, and clearly not some ordinary group either.

There weren’t any excessively powerful mercenary outfits in the Valla Empire, just as the Players’ wide assortment of equipment made it clear that they were not a noble’s private army or the royal army from another city, which made sacred corps the only possible answer.

Despite most sacred corps having a standard set of uniform like any royal army, there were certain churches that promote the self and individuality of their believers (such as Grimund, God of Travel and Arts, and the patron god of wandering poets), which meant their sacred corps wouldn’t have standard uniform regulations.

Be that as it may, although the noblewoman couldn’t immediately identify the hierarchy amongst the Players, Marni clearly was important even if he wasn’t a commander given how he could speak for the others.

“Sacred corps, huh…”

Marni had wanted to deny that idea at first, but decided that she was right to a certain extent.