Grandmaster Of All Job Class

"Ow ow ow ow! Stop slapping me!" Joan can only be bullied by Isaias. Making him wonder why he was slapping him.

"Do you know how much we took the trouble to just heal you? We were worried to the point that we want to cry. Look at duplicate! He suffered that much just to heal you. You should thank him for that," Isaias said to him, slapping one last time.

"Ahah, I am so sorry. I will apologise on hand so that it will appease what you felt. How long since I have slept?" Joan asked.

"Four hours, it will be dusk in a matter of minutes. The sun will begin to set so let us eat, I am hungry," Isaias said to him.

"Sure! I will let Duplicate rest for now or I will fell asleep if I will revert him.. I have to let him rest for now," Joan said to him.

Exiting the carriage, the two of them went to travel the village. This time around, the villagers were alert as they were warned by the village elder. Locking their doors and armed with knives and pitchforks beside them as the guards have commanded them.

Guards were equipped with torches on their hands and were on their duty to patrol within the village. Joan hoped to help them with simple things but he was hungry and needs energy in the meantime.

Just to make sure, he cast four [Shadow clone] to patrol in the darkness that emerged from his shadow. Hastily dashed without being seen by the guards. Only an afterimage was seen by them that made them wonder if they were seeing things.

Joan then walks with confidence as he felt safer for the village. To his surprise, it was the first time that he has stepped into this village. Making him adjust yet to the environment.

The village houses were all made of woods. Erected side by side with their neighbours and some trees were seen outside their homes. Only hired adventurers to do mercenary jobs were with the guards and no civilians were roaming around.

Only the two of them were heading towards the tavern and the guards even saluted to Isaias. Making Joan wonder what charm did he applied to them.

Paving some more, they saw candle lights inside their homes. Others were huddled together with each other. Soon closed their windows for the night. The crickets started to sing their songs and melody for courting their opposite genders. Making the surrounding bathed with their songs.

Making the village lonely with just them sounding in the vicinity. The two then marched towards the tavern.

Closed doors on the shops were seen and the blacksmith shop was also silent. Closed for the time being. Other stalls who were selling their wares were slowly preparing to retire for the night.

Adventurers were walking the streets and carrying various weapons of their liking. Making Joan cheerfully salute them. Other adventurers also approached the two and gave thanks to Isaias. Some were also thanking him with teary eyes. Holding tight to Isaias' hands and then wiped his tears.

"I am very thankful for your words. I have assurance now before I die," The adventurer said to him.

The two groups then separated and went on their way. Opposite to their direction that was going to patrol. They also saw the sky turn red with a yellowish hue that painted the sky. Slowly getting dark.

The guards then lit the torches on every corner of the village and it made the villagers be at ease. There was hope that calmed their hearts when they saw the burning radiance of the torches. Adding up to their rekindled hope.

Slowly walking, the two then talked with each other. Making Joan ask him about the attitude of the villagers and adventurers lately.

"Isaias? What happened when I am asleep? I am bothered with their reactions to seeing you," Joan asked.

"Oh, that? I just did what I am required to do. You see, a prophet has to give hope to the people. I am the messenger of the God who created this world. Thus I am required to tell his message. Luckily, there is a potion maker that are selling potions and helped me. Making her helped you passively. You know what, more people are believing now that the darkness has awakened. Compared before when peace reigns and the people forgot about their God. I must say this all works well to good even something bad happens," Isaias said to him.

Joan was amazed by his words, making him question him a bit.

"In my past life, I met this young boy in the temple of the God of Angels. He seemed knowledgeable of the kingdom of heaven and I too was impressed with his knowledge despite his young age. And to my surprise, he is the God of Angels that descended to the mortal world himself. We journeyed together for years and I accompanied him. As to tell the story short, he died. He died because it is the way for us to be salvaged. His death is the only way for us to be redeemed. Paying the price as we went astray. And guess what? He has a father too like us. And he doesn't have a mother like us. Existing since the beginning of time. Quite confusing right?" Joan said confidently.

"Haha, seems you know him better than me! I will ask you about your travels soon. You are the person who walked with God himself!" Isaias said to him, patting his shoulders.

There was a signboard that tells it was a tavern. Saying Dancing Duckling Tavern embedded on the very signboard. Carved on the wooden plank that was formed like a puddle of water with a duck inside it.

Walking towards the tavern, the two heard the melody of the bard who was singing a lonely song. Chit chats were random and all were men. Not the place for women to stay and was the most avoided place for them.

There were men drinking ale and wasted their lives in the meantime.

Candles were lit on the tables and the corners of pillars of the building itself. The wooden roof and walls especially the round tables were all made of the same material.

Several men were talking and some were asleep. Not expecting to wake up soon as they passed out drinking wine.

Adventurers were all huddled at one table and were talking about their adventures. They Seemed jolly in their tone and voice.

Isaias and Joan then went to march towards the desk and they were all stared at by all kinds of men in that place. Something that made Joan uncomfortable while he walked the place.