Chapter 205 Siblings' role

Chapter 205 Siblings' role

"So what you said back then," Norbert muttered, raising his eyes at Mathew. "It wasn't a lie?"

"Why would it be?" Mathew asked, opening his eyes wide as the shock kicked in. "I can only go as far. Rather than doing everything by myself, with just my wives to help me out, isn't it better to put all those survivors to use?" Mathew explained his logic. "And since all I can provide normal people with are weapons, you have much greater qualifications to train and organize them," he elaborated, only to put a respectful smile on his face. "Still, due to the lack of offensive skill, I need someone else to keep rein over those people. And with you lacking in that regard..."

Mathew turned himself around only to look at Carol, currently busy cleaning the cum dripping down her legs.

"As much as it bothers me, I can see your point here," Norbert then released a deep sigh only to then shake his head. "Okay, tell me more about those weapons you mentioned," he said, taking a deep breath before raising his eyes to Mathew's face. "If you want me to put in work, I need to know all the details."

"I'm pulling the numbers kinda out of my ass, but according to my memory..." Mathew muttered, lowering his chin only to rub it with his hand. "An average weapon would be around twenty-five to fifty cores," he replied after a short consideration. "You could go for good ones, like my saber, for one-fifty cores?" Mathew then attempted to recall the correct cost of the weapon.

With everything that happened over the last three days for everyone and exactly seventeen days for Mathew, the young man had a hard time keeping a track of all the details.

"And how many would you like recruit?" Norbert asked, squinting his eyes as various thoughts bustled in his mind for dominance.

"As many as there will be volunteers," Mathew shook his shoulders. "Combining all the survivors from both here and the media building, we should have around fifty to sixty people in total," Mathew counted. "Going with the cheaper option and an exact half of them, that's around fifteen hundred cores in terms of weapons," he calculated only to cross his arms over his chest as he looked up at the officer.

"Do you really think Carol can fight off all of them if a push comes to shove?" Norbert suddenly changed the approach, throwing a stern look at Mathew. "That's what you wish her to be here for, isn't it?" he then pointed out, raising his right eyebrow.

"That's right," Mathew nodded his head. "Right now, she is barely stronger than a normal person," he pointed out with all the honesty he could muster. "But while the levels of my group might not be all that high," Mathew said only to reveal a charming smile. "Right now, we could singlehandedly take over this entire city if not for the apocalypse."

"How confident," Norbert snorted, not really interested in Mathew's cocky remark. "But that's not the point I'm trying to make here," he then pointed out, putting his hands on his hips as he shifted in place. "I have little confidence that Carol can even hold a weapon properly."

"I know," Mathew cheerfully replied. "How could we expect a normal girl who never held as much as a cane in her hand to suddenly fight off zombies with ease?" Mathew then chuckled.

"What's so funny?" Norbert barked, annoyed by Mathew's relaxed approach to the topic.

"Oh, it's just that we have a solution for her issue at hand," Mathew shrugged. "And considering the situation you are currently in," he then continued with an even broader smile on his lips. "You might be able to use some of it as well."

"What are you talking about?" Norbert snapped, squinting his eyes as he looked at Mathew's face from afar.

"I was referring to my class system and the weapons I mentioned previously," Mathew explained while waving his hands around in a carefree manner. "If Carol wants to learn how to fight and fight well enough..." He then stopped himself only to look up into the air as if looking towards something invisible above them all.

"What?" Norbert prompted, squinting his eyes as he waited for Mathew's reply.

"Well, first we need to take her to the merchant," Mathew started only to then point at Carol with a cheerful smile on his lips. "Then, we can use my level points to get her some skills that would make it easier for her." He then turned himself around only of which Mathew was unaware of the fact that there were two levels above him in terms of strength and brawn.

"And with the power of exploiting how insanely rich we are for a beginner, we can raise her level above any rational number," Mathew added with a lovely smile.

"You sure about that?" Norbert squinted his eyes at Mathew. "I doubt you would be able to make her that powerful."

"Oh, it's not the level itself," Mathew shook his head. "It's all thanks to a few tricks I came across while adding new skills into my system."

"What kind of tricks?" Norbert raised his eyebrow in confusion.

"Let that be my tiny, little secret for now," Mathew said only to turn his glance towards the teacher's shed.

Because now that Norbert didn't obscure the view, Mathew could see three sets of eyes throwing daggers right into the deepest part of his soul.

"But for now, let's go visit the merchant," Mathew then suggested, too wary of his harem's stares to stay in the classroom any longer. "Rather than pushing empty words, let me show you." He then averted his eyes before moving towards the teacher's shed. "And to be fair, I have no idea what skills will she learn, nor what build will she want to go with!"

"Makes sense, I guess," Norbert muttered, clearly not really ready to accept the solution. "But yeah, you are right," he then suddenly admitted only to follow in Mathew's steps. "It's better to just see how it will work out."

"You sure took your time," Nadia then appeared before Mathew, her hands crossed on her chest as her empty smile froze Mathew's soul to its core.