Doing Tasks

On a long and elegant dinner table, candles were lit up and many dishes were served yet only two people were sitting over.

"Mr. Welhelm what do you want us to discuss?" A middle-aged man with a white mustache asked.

"Mr. President, I need you to strip off that anonymous adventurer's identity as one of your guild. That bastard is so unethical with the job. He is clearly not suited for the profession!"

"Is it because of your daughter? I have heard, aside from having bruises, everything is fine with her."

The man who was called Mr. President then added after chewing his starter, a mouthful of salad. "I have also heard more of her. It intrigues me that Mr. Welhelm's daughter was said to be causing ruckus everywhere."

Before the fat old man could even retort to his visitor's words, the latter already added, "Look Mr. Welhelm, I am not here to restore your family's reputation. I am not your dog to do your commands and bark for you."

The fatty middle-aged man coughed hard as if he was choked or something and replied, "Mr. President, I am not implying that. I am just saying that the kid must at least be penalized for harming the reputation of your guild because of his shameful lewd nature. You need to at least restrain his vulgarity."

The man whom was called Mr. President had put his utensils down to the sides of his plate. Looks like he was done eating. He only ate a salad though.

He wiped the sides of his lips by a table napkin and said with quite a cold tone, "I also heard about your son being a frequent visitor of brothels. Worst, I was informed that he even raped a handful of women and many of them are of noble birth. Therefore, your son should also be penalized. It is also quite intriguing why those nobles kept their mouth sealed about it. How about I pry a little? What do you think?"

The fatty old man was gulped. His eyes then widened, looking shocked at the moment.

"I'll be frank to you Mr. Welhelm, even if the City Lord is the one requesting this to me, I will still decline. The kid you are hinting about is even more important than I am, in the eyes of the supreme guild leader. I am warning you, if you ever do any harm to the kid, then you're going to face the wrath of the whole Adventurers' Guild."

"Besides, you're in no way part of the guild. Hence, don't tell me what to do. You know nothing other than being a shrewd corrupt official."

The president of Riverblade branch's Adventurers' Guild stood up.

He then said while walking his way out of the grand place, "Have a good night. I just have lost my appetite. I'll excuse myself now."

...

At the moment, a black cloaked young man was striding to the entrance of the forest well-known to everyone. He was going there to make his tasks done.

On the outside perimeter of the forest, there his destination was.

'To think that my first task would be Leina's. That girl might have spout it out of nowhere just to meet the mysterious black cloak adventurer. I wonder why."

"I wonder why she was curious about me?" The young man, Cherom, chuckled.

Remembering her annoyed yet still beautiful face, made Cherom laughed but he then shook his head, not wanting to have any kind of unpleasant thoughts to that sister of his.

He made a deep breath to compose himself.

"First things first, I have to get rid of these Sticky Lily Frogs fast."

He quickly unsheathed his sword on his side. He moved as fast as the wind and made a few fast swings and slashes only leaving afterimages.

With that, in a matter of seconds, dozens of frogs were dead on the spot and were scattered beside the river.

Not far away from him, a couple of Riverside Red Lilies were revealed to his eyes. Without further ado, he started his work. He carefully picked those up and placed them inside his a jade box who could hold those lilies so their efficacy wouldn't dwindle. Then Cherom placed the box on his sack bag.

"Next up, wolves' furs. If I am fortunate enough, I could possibly find some bee hives while going to the wolves' den. I really hope so."

Gray Wolves were easy to deal with as the strongest of them could utmost only become a Level 3 beast. Since Cherom was a high level warrior, it was a piece of cake.

After a few hours of walking, actually he intentionally made his pace slow. From then on, Cherom had luckily found 2 bees' hives and harvested 40 kilos of honey from those. In this world, the bees were a little bigger in size, hence, they could naturally produce much more honey compared to earth's bees.

"60 kilos to go. But seems like I really have to go in the inner perimeter." Cherom was not fearful at all, not a slight trace of it could be seen in his eyes. There was even an unusual excitement present.

"Might as well make a small fortune and a big feast for tonight."

"Ah, right. I have to skin the wolves first."

"Killing is easy but dismantling really takes time."

The Gray Wolves' leader was actually a mutated one, instead of having a physical core, it had a magical core on its body with a fire affinity. The Gray Wolf leader was a mid-phase level 3 beast and naturally had its core. For beasts, becoming a Level 3 existence was also their awakening, the day that they would have their additional abilities, making their prowess increased drastically. The sole reason for that was awakening cores.

In this world, beasts and men of all races who were on the path of cultivation, have cores on them. Humans, vampires, beastmen, dwarves, elves and others have cores on them.

But before awakening cores, one could easily identify who was going to be who. As for who was surely going to the path of cultivation and who was going to live a normal life, it could be decided through determining cultivation roots. Those who have them, would be the former and those who don't have, would be the latter, simple as that.

The world might not be fair yet everyone had their designated roles to play.

As for the cultivation roots, there were two classifications, the Magical Roots and the Physical Roots. By having magical roots, one would likely awaken a magical core or more which would grant one with innate gifts. After the process of awakening, one would then be called a mage. As for those who have physical roots, they would likely awaken physical cores and would then be called warriors.

For the mages, they could awaken magical cores having affinities to elements. The elements were as follows; Fire, Wind, Water, Earth, Metal, Wood. These were the common elements. As for the rare elements, they rarely appeared in the history of human race. Some even took a hundred years or more to appear, they were Ice, Lightning, Light and Darkness.

A mage could awaken one core, if talented enough, one could awaken more. One core held one element affinity. The affinity would also bring one or more innate gifts to the cultivator.

If the magical cores gives affinity from elements, the physical cores gives prowess to improve the warriors' bodies to extremities in certain aspects.

The most common physical cores were Strength, Agility, Stamina, Endurance. The only rare physical core was Constitution.

As for Eleina Raincaster, she was a mage. The young lady have 2 magical cores. One of her magical core had an affinity for fire and the other held an affinity for a rare element, lightning, just like her father.

The Fire Element Magical Core, gave her one innate gift, Blue Flame Manipulation. As for the Lightning Element Magical Core, it gave her Purple Lightning Manipulation.

With Leina's talent, she was considered as one of the most dazzling characters in the younger generation even in the entire empire. With her lightning magical core alone, she was already considered as a genius of her generation. As for her being a dual element mage, only caused her to be envied by myriad of people and be chased by countless suitors.

Although giving her a Level 3 beast core wouldn't cause much improvement in her current cultivation, Cherom still wanted to give it to Leina when he got home.

With him giving her just a Level 3 magical core, she wouldn't going to refuse his present. If he gave her cores of higher level, she would likely be suspicious. She would likely begin asking a series of questions.

Like, where did he got the money to buy it? How did he obtained it? Through what means? That was surely troublesome.

Therefore, whenever he slayed high level magical beasts, he would send the cores to her through his godfather. At the same time, the only person who knew about his real strength and identity. Of course, it was the identity of the previous owner of the body.

Sitting beside the river, he looked at the water and began staring at it. Looking at his reflection, Cherom saw some small strokes of blue on his black hair.

He sighed and pressed his lips to a thin line. "Looks like, I have to dye it again."

Then he stood up. "Now that I'm done with two. One task left."

"I guess I should just ask Berber about the honey. Right! That dumbo actually liked sweets too."

His lips curled up to a side. "I'm sure that big guy got some reserves for me."