Chapter 181 - Side Story Daily Guild Life

"Well, that was more interesting that expected. Did you see how fast the look on their faces changed when they realized the two transfers that got teleported in were with the Darklight Host?" Cixelcid asks, laughing. 

"It was like we had stolen their candy. They were all ready to mess with the new kids, but instead they got us." Lickity laughs. 

"Good thing Misha mentioned that the class change can be put off, we might have missed it. Have you decided what you're going with, or will you put it off for a while?"

"Dark Enchantress is one of my options, it's close to Sorceress, but gets a bonus to making enchanted cloth and leather items or jewelry. I think that's how I want to do it. You know I prefer fashion design to fighting."

That she does. Cixelcid has just been pushing her so that they'd be able to graduate out of the Beginner Valley at the same time. Now that they've both gotten to level 100 they can go home to Sunnybrook and relax without worry about when they'll get their advanced class. 

"You finish up your class change, I'll watch over you." Cid says, kissing her forehead and inhaling the sweet bit spicy scent of Succubus making Lickity blush. She's been doing a lot of that lately, accursed Succubus hormones. 

Lickity opens the interface menu and looks over her choices of first advancement classes. They're almost all Sorceress based simple upgrades, but Dark Enchantress is a good one. More life skill based than most, but that's her preference, most of her leveling has come from Tailoring anyhow, and now she will get a big bonus to experience for creating and enchanting items. 

Other than that, she gets a skill tree full of enchanting abilities and bonuses to Tailoring, plus a few new combat spells. Lickity specialized in the Sorceress basic attack and saved most of her points, so she should be able to get well into this class right away, which excites her enough that Cid has had to stop her from hyperventilating more than once. 

There's extra armor, Stat bonuses, spell power, attack power. These enchantments are amazing, and they can be added to any piece of armor. It's a shame you can only put on one per item though, but once she gets to the very end of the skill tree she will get one that adds all Stats.

The reflection one looks pretty good too, sending ten percent back at the attacker. If you do every piece in a regular outfit that's 50 percent returned. Sure, it's reduced by both sets of defenses, but great for a tank like Cixelcid. He's been using their summons as healers and damage while he tanks, saying it makes him feel more involved in the fight. 

Lickity finishes up her selections, getting fifty five out of a hundred points into Dark Enchantress including all the Tailoring and the life skill experience bonuses. 

"All done." She calls, hugging Cid, her tail wrapping around his waist. She never did learn perfect control over her tail, it's always been touchy feely, but Cixelcid has never minded, because it's also very sensitive, so having it handy is a benefit from his point of view. 

"Good job. I'll upgrade next. Blood Lord is a Vampire exclusive class option I Unlocked. More tanky and more self healing. With this I might even outdo Vala on the self healing." Cixelcid laughs before sitting down with Lickity in his arms to do his class change. 

It's only a few minutes until he's finished and back to reality. 

"That's me set. Are you sure you want to keep this all as a surprise to the others?" Cid asks, so close to her neck she can feel his warm breath on her skin, his hands shifting Lickity's mostly lace micro dress up to slide across the alabaster skin of her hips, which makes the Succubus wiggle happily.

"Yes, the doctor said it will be a few more weeks until we can tell the baby's gender, so I want to celebrate all the good news at once."

"If you say so, I trust you."

"Good boy. Now show me again why Vampires are known for their endurance."

Speaking of which, what species will the child of a Succubus and a Vampire be? Cixelcid wonders. 

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At the same time in the Elven Forest.

"Are your sure this is the way to find good guild recruits?" Mythryll asks Elmira. 

"Trust me. We will stop here, and then where the Spirit Folk transfer in. Since they're a non standard Race like Pixies, they've all rolled random or been born with classes, so we've got a good chance of finding advanced classes and bringing them into the family before they've been corrupted. It's a genius plan." The Pixie declares with absolute certainty. 

"Look, there's some, let's go say hello." The Elf smiles at her enthusiastic companion. 

It's a group of Pixie Transfers. Five in total, all under level ten. They're all in starting gear, and isolated deep in the forest. Mythril didn't spot a dungeon, town or anything similar for the last three days, only low level monsters that wanted nothing to do with the two high level fighters, and a couple of rude solitary fae.

"Look, she's got good stuff. There's five of us, we can split it." One of the pixies tells his friends, not knowing that senses are increased with higher levels, so both of the newcomers can hear him. 

Three of the others agree immediately, but one gets angry. "Just because there's four of you and you can bully me doesn't mean you can do it to everyone."

"Fine, be like that. But don't come looking for us when the Wasps attack you again." The boy says and Elmira shudders at the memory of the poisonous Wasps during her time in this forest.

"I hope the Elf squashes you like a bug." The girl yells, flying away crying. 

Mythryll sends Elmira after her with a gesture and walks towards the others with what she hopes is a comforting smile. "Well hello little ones. Have you seen any good honey combs lately? We're here looking for them you see."

"Where did the other one go?" One Pixie says confused at the way Elmira disappeared. Mythryll can see they're all basic mage class, and in starter gear, nothing even closely resembling a threat to her.

"Never mind that, she likely got wise and ran away. You Elf, give us what you've got and we won't hurt you too badly." The head Pixie demands. 

"You don't know much about the system do you? I'm level 99, you're level 8. Nothing you can do would seriously injure me." Mythryll says calmly. 

"Level 99? Don't be ridiculous. Just give us the gear and you can go." The Pixie sneers, pointing a wand carved out of a yew twig at her. 

Mythryll flicks him in the chest, a strike that takes half his health and makes him spit up blood. 

"Flee!" One of the others calls and the four disappear into the woods. 

"Elmira, are you back yet? Let's go see the Spirit Folk." Mythryll calls, annoyed, and the Pixie returns with the bullied girl flying along behind her, looking hopeful. 

"She says you know a place with lots of sugar and blankets?" The tiny Warlock asks hopefully. Of course Elmira would offer up Mythryll's candy stash and not her own. 

"Why yes, I certainly do.. Do you know what a Guild is?" She smiles back, beginning her screening process.