The natives took a triangular formation around the party of four, guarding their forward and side flanks, leaving the back to be guarded by Jack himself.
Reginald was in the front, Sully Briggs to the Right, and the healer to the Left.
His eyes watched the three heads belonging to the amateurs that strolled in front of him. Mostly the elf which was only two paces ahead of him. She was to remain close to him apparently. Elves were seen as slaves, though Jack was curious of why they assumed she was his.
Could it be that they could see that he was the strongest, or was it the fancy white plate armor he was wearing that looked like that of a Paladins?
"So which Chapter are you from?" Sir Reginald asked as he looked back towards Jack. The slow trotting of the horses were like music to his ears.
A rhythmic clapping of hooves against hard soil.
Jack wiggled his nose slightly as he thought on how to answer this. "My Chapter was wiped out by apostates," his tone was almost monotonous, no feeling to it at all.
"...Apostates...? Must be them dammed Necromancers." Reginald let out a sigh of disappointment, "You're well off though, aye?" The Knight looked off into the evergreen trees. "Seeing as you dress your Elf finely... Sir Graham."
Sir Graham... Jack liked the sound of that, though he wasn't sure he could be a knight. Chivalry was easy to accommodate, in some situations, but not all the time. That and he didn't wish to serve under any Lord or House, even a Zealous Church of Worshippers.
Thoughts and Prayers didn't bring back was no longer there, not until now.
Jack's eyes shifted to look at his legs, the feet he could feel in the boots. Though he could feel the armor on his shoulders, it wasn't heavy enough to slow him down due to his level.
"Perhaps," Jack replied blatantly as he rested his eyes on the little red hood which hid the silvery white hair of the pint-sized moon elf in front of him.
His eyes traveled down from her head and narrowed on the first she was making at her side. He could sense the miniature rage under that hood. Shaking his head slightly, he placed a hand on her shoulder, causing her to briefly tense before calming down soon after.
While the gesture was not originally to calm her down, but to tell her to control herself, it still seemed to work either way. His hand would fall to his side shortly after, causing her to look over her shoulder at him. There was this curious look in her eyes, before turning her head forward.
The skeleton mage was keeping his head lowered beneath the hood of his robes, his hands hidden. He looked like a monk, or perhaps even a pilgrim. While his telepathy gave the strangers a good shock, it didn't really cause any problems.
Jack's gaze turned towards the Swordsman, his lips pursed slightly as he watched the man biting into a warm loaf of bread which they had freshly taken from their inventory.
The best thing about this game, was the fact that statuses of things one puts in their inventory, freezes. That is unless it was specifically a limited time item and such.
Jack was getting rather curious about those types of skills, there had been novels and manga he had read in his free time on the web, in which they automatically crafted items or the exact opposite happened. Where everything became manual, making it hard to complete the simple task of brewing a potion even though the level to do so was extremely high.
"Hm..."
Turning his head to the left, his eyes narrowed on golden eyes which were peering out from behind the trees. They were being followed by predators who large torsos, rounded off ears and cat-like long tails.
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FantasyThe year is 2145, virtual reality had taken the next step in evolution six decades ago and developed a Full Dive system that allowed humanity to sync their consciousnesses with brand new virtual worlds. The most innovative and interactive game known...