Chapter 604 The Answers You Seek

Chapter 604 The Answers You Seek

The Archbishop nodded as Dana confirmed Karl's words. "A Skill for Randomization is how he described it as well. Though, he didn't mention that the skill was designed to troll users."

"Give them a random option from the System. It's a thing, I swear it." Karl corrected him quietly.

The last of the first group came out just after that, and the answers were all different, but all quite mundane. But now that they knew what was likely to happen, the Clerics were much more interested in what the others would say.

Oddly, the Commander from the final group was the next out after the last of the first group, and he looked just as confused as everyone else.

"What did you see, friend?" The Archbishop asked.

"It gave me the option to advance my class. A random Class Upgrade, it called it. I am a Paladin now, see?"

He held up his arm, showing off the mark of a glowing shield with a lightning bolt on it, the sign of a Paladin.

Nacht rapidly shifted to dragon form and picked the man up, holding him in front of one massive golden eyeball for closer inspection.

"The first advancement trial. He really did change classes at Commander Rank. How fascinating."

Then he dropped the Paladin and began to wander away, pacing as he was lost in his thoughts.

The baffled Commander dusted himself as he got back to his feet, but nobody else was concerned about his state. The fact that the trial temple had advanced his class was much more important in the grand scheme of things than a bit of dirt on his backside, or a bruised Ego.

The old man was happy, and that was all that really mattered.

Slowly, the rest of the Elites who had gone into the trial began to come back out again, and the clerics on duty got to work taking their reports while Karl tried to determine just how long it was polite to remain here before they ran away once more.

Fortunately, the Clerics had that covered for him. "Monarch Karl. If you would like to return to your apartment, we can bring the Acolytes by later in the day, perhaps a few hours after lunch? That should be enough time to get to know them this afternoon, and then you can begin training them after your visit with the doctors tomorrow.

Just routine diagnosis, making sure that you are not suffering from your extended time in the field." The Red Dragon cleric suggested as they waited for the rest of the trial takers to finish.

"Yes, that would be perfect. I will go prepare for their arrival, and then once we meet I can develop a training regimen based on their specialties. I have high hopes for our options here." Karl agreed, then gestured for everyone to follow him back to the apartment. With some luck, they could cook a proper meal and get a nap in before they had to meet new people, and that would make the day nearly perfect. It wasn't often that they had the time to get a proper nap during the day, and certainly not while they were travelling.

But such lofty hopes were dashed the moment that they got back to the building and realized that there were dozens of other messages waiting for them from all over the city, and not all the messages could simply be ignored.

The ones that were just looking for them to join some business venture could be put aside for now, as they had many more important things to do.

But there were also the ones that were from other Elites looking for a meet and greet, which could be anything from just saying hello to looking for team members for larger missions, resource gathering or even a rapid response team.

Those could not be set aside so easily without looking like a complete jerk. But they weren't only for Karl. There were requests for the entire team waiting for them, and he simply got the majority of them, as this was his apartment.

Ophelia smirked as she looked at the small handful of messages she had received, compared to everyone else. "It's good to be the low-key one. I only get a few people messaging me, and none of them are super long portfolio binders." She joked.

Then she opened the first message that had been left, written on red paper and sealed in an envelope, showing that it was hand-delivered and not relayed to the concierge.

She read a few lines, skimmed through the rest with a disgusted look, and then handed the letter back to the receptionist.

"Kindly burn that. The words alone should be enough to have it declared a biohazard."