Necron: The Legend Of Rezar DeathWind

Chapter 42: Nanny

Maybe it would have been a bit better if he had increased his levels, this entire bullshit about balance and stuff just didn't make any sort of sense. But that's what he learnt not just from Priest, but from the memories of his old life. Sometimes the amount of experience a person has with their skills, which would also coincide with their skill's levels would and could triumph over someone with a high level, but then again this has been a bone of contention between a lot of people in Elysium for an inordinate amount of years.

Rezar just shook his head as he followed after Lenore, who in turn was followed by the dead weights she had just foisted onto Rezar. Carrying someone to level up was not a rare thing, in fact from what he could remember there were people who actively followed this route as a way to earn income or as a class itself.

The only difference would be the fact that those guys charged a lot more than what Rezar was being offered. For most carriers or nannies as most have taken to calling them, a single day of carrying at least five people would earn them enough money to live comfortably for a month or two, much less the fact that it was rare for a carrier to have less than five clients a day.

Usually people who need to be carried were children, people who were reincarnated and just grew up enough to start taking an active role, hence the need for exp, or new players. And they all do that through Guilds. Only certified and recognized upload organizations could give out carrier contracts, and more often than not the Guilds themselves would have nurtured these carriers.

It was rare to see solo freelance carriers; they could only be found in remote places where the influence of guilds hasn't reached yet. And in the case of the mine, it could be considered so. Nevertheless, Rezar could be considered to be a freelance carrier, and while the money offered to him might seem really extravagant, in the end...it was just 10% of what certified carriers could earn in a day.

But then again, carriers were rare as there were quite stringent requirements for someone to become one. Firstly, they needed to have multiple combat classes, at least one melee class, one ranged class, one magic class, one defensive class, and one healing class. And a cooking class was also requirement to help cater to the people being carried if the duration was a little bit extended.

Each and every single one of them had the slave class, this was understandable in a way though. Slaves had a 100% bonus to all exp gained, whether it was from quests, or from killing of monsters, they will earn double the amount of exp. This was Elysium trying to make balance, but beyond that everyone else, especially those in power would love to take advantage of it.

By taking the slave class, at least for a limited amount of time, you could have that bonus for quite a while. And it would help you advance quickly in a world where it would take you an inordinate amount of to get any substantial strength and you would have to go through dangers, even die before you could achieve anything, and that honestly did not conform to the image of the virtual paradise that Elysium was trying to propagate.

Lenore led them north of the mining town, further away from the market square and the mine entrance on the western wall of the valley that led to his home. Going forwards a bit, Rezar noticed there were nicer houses and cleaner streets and the people here were better dressed than others. It made sense though, this was a frontier mining town, Lenore could not be the only one in charge, and the things about frontier towns were that it was always a noble or a group of nobles who would seed them.

The truth of the matter was that only nobles had the money to go on colonizing uncharted lands, and even had the money and materials to have a basic town standing for so long. Rezar had no idea how much more foremen there were apart from Lenore as it seemed as if the town itself was split into two different parts.

None the less Lenore made sure to skirt the edge of the good part of town, but based on the way Boris and the others followed her, it was obvious they were a lot more familiar with the place than she was. But never the less they eventually came to a stop in front of a mound, it was the height of two men and just about as wide as a door, and beyond that there was just blackness.

The moment Rezar saw it he paused, he couldn't help it. At the moment there were flashes of black and white doors made with bones and overflowing with blood. He felt his breath hitch in his throat as his legs got stuck in the same place. And then just as it had come, the vision quickly vanished and Rezar was left standing in front of a dungeon entrance being stared at by his soon to be companions.

"What's the matter freak! Did you get cold feet or something?" Boris asked with mirth in his voice, but one piercing glare from Rezar had the next set of words he had to say stuck in his throat. Rezar walked forwards as he turned to them and Lenore who had taken a few steps backwards.

"From here on out I'm in charge, I don't give a shit who you are or who wipes your ass and kiss it every day. But if I tell you to walk, then you better fucking walk! If I tell you to run, sleep, shut up or scream like a fucking bitch, then you would do well to scream like a bitch! Or I'll let the monsters in the dungeon take a bite out of all of you, one piece at a time. Now if you're done wasting my time, let's go!"

As soon as he finished speaking he walked through the shimmering curtain of darkness with Screet and Neema in tow. Boris and his fellow nobles could only cast a forlorn glance in Lenore's direction, but it was obvious the demoness had no intention of helping them out with their Rezar problem. And so with heads bowed and hearts pounding, they followed after the incarnation of death.

And as they did so, the slight grin of amusement at their discomfort hanging on Lenore's face was completely missed. Either way she had to go get her militia ready for a dungeon run, at the very least she hoped Rezar would have fun, but given his character, she knew that was already guaranteed.