Chapter 293 (2/2)

“I-” Simon gulped down his fear and tried again. “I want to get a Class.”

“Oho. Usually we don’t get Classless riffraff showing up these days. Everyone who wants one is already a member of a village. Everyone else is either settled or part of the Class research initiative. Why so late, boy?”

Simon frowned. He was 14, and the man in front of him was middle aged, but he had sorta assumed most of those dumb things had disappeared. Apparently, that was not the case. David folded his arms, standing behind Simon, giving him the strength to open his mouth once more and say, “Because I waited.”

Waving a hand, the man turned away. “Fine, fine. No need to unleash your pet dog on me. Jeesh. Standard procedure, an applicant has to select one of four roles to determine the test for the Class. Are you a Tank? Damage Dealer? Control? Or Support? Are both of you taking the test?”

David shook his head. Simon thought about it.

“I suppose… Support?” The man nodded, going over to a messy desk and rummaging around, before producing a piece of paper.

“Support eh? Alright… what kind? You can choose Physical, Mage, Healer, or Detector.”

“Like…” Simon hesitated, glancing at David. David pointed forward, mimicking Simon when he shot the blast of water at the monkey. Simon blushed.

“...Mage.”

“Mage, easiest test, too. Lucky you, you have a chance. Support type? Just show me what you can do.”

A flash of anger rose in Simon’s chest. But instead of lashing out, Simon felt profoundly sneaky. “David, punch him.”

David grinned, then walked calmly towards the man, his fists clenched. The man snorted.

“Nice try, but I’m a melee Tank. Clever, “support” kid, but-” The man hadn’t moved at all as David approached, and even let David karate chop him.

The bone shattered with an audible crunch. Screaming, the man fell to the ground. The inn went silent around them.

Simon was wide eyed, looking at David. David, for his part, seemed extremely confused. He looked at his hand, then at the man, then back to his hand. Then he turned to Simon, and of all things, shrugged.

“Oh for the love of-” Simon said, rushing over to the screaming man, pointing. He activated Mending Stream, and the water fell on the man’s body, very quickly numbing the pain and jump starting the man’s natural healing process.

“I was kidding earlier, I’m a Healer,” Simon said, thinking on the fly, his tongue feeling very fat and dry in his mouth. “I just wanted this to demonstrate my ability.”

“You…! You fuckers!” The man said, furious, his eyes hard, but he was trembling still, sitting on the ground, glaring at David. Luckily the break was a simple one, and within 30 seconds, the bone had healed, snapping back into place, restoring mobility. The pain was undoubtedly completely gone, but the man rose, cradling his arm.

“If you think that you can join the town after injuring me, you have another fucking thing coming!” The man bellowed, just as a group of guards, led by a familiar face, ran into the room.

“Heh,” Teo the warrior chuckled, taking in the scene with his direct gaze. “Causing trouble already? No wonder Thea liked y’all. What seems to be the problem?”