Chapter 71 Keen Observation

"Enchant: Fire!"

"Holy Cross!"

"Sword Dash!"

"Sword Dash!"

Cleo and his party made a quick work of the first wave of undead acolytes.

As if reading each other's mind, each member of the party knew what their role is and where to focus their attention.

Some adventurers that were already inside before they arrive can't help but to stare in amazement at their party that consist of mostly young adventurers, especially Cleo and Leah.

"Those two humans that have a red hair looks too young to be at 2nd Job already." mutter by a dwarf while pointing at Cleo and Leah. "What guild do they belong, Thremaer?" he added.

The dwarf has a majestic auburn beard that cover his rugged face. He's carrying a hammer that's almost as tall as him.

"If I remember correctly Master Thrarael, they were the ones who carries a medallion from the Hallows Guild." answered by another dwarf, compare to the typical dwarf that have rough edges and burly physique, he's more on the lean side and wears a spectacle. His hand were also smooth as if he didn't touch a hammer since his birth.

"Hallows Guild Medallion? So meaning they were not a member of that guild. Look into them and see if we can recruit them especially those two red heads." Thrarael ordered.

"B-but master they are clearly humans." Thermaer said.

"Do it boy and make it a priority, we're done for today." Thrareal shouted to make sure the rest of his guild members hear his command.

"Y-yes master Thrarael." Thermaer said while quickly gather a few dwarves to come with him in order to observe Cleo's party in a distance.

Once Thrarael and his members are out of sight. Thremaer and the few dwarves with him proceed to follow Cleo and his party. They keep a reasonable distance as to not distract them.

"Why are we even bothering with this humans?" questioned by one of the dwarf.

"I don't know as well, it seems master Thrarael are interested at them." Thremaer said. "Just follow the orders and we may never know, they might just die from the wave of undead." he added while shrugging.

Contrary to what the dwarves expected, Cleo and his party is still going strong and it seems their stamina is not dwindling down either.

Almost two hours has now passed since Thremaer and his subordinates started observing Cleo and his party.

"Why are they not getting tired?"

This time Thremaer is the one who got impatient. He can't fathom how this party of young adventurers has bottomless stamina.

"Did that boy just used Sword Waltz?" asked by one of Thremaer's subordinate.

"The red headed girl also use sorcery just now, isn't she a swordman?" asked by another of Thremaer's subordinate.

'I didn't heard what Master Thremaer whispered earlier but I understand now why he was keen on having us observe them.' Thremaer said inwardly while pulling out a quill and scroll from his spatial ring.

His demeanor change into a more serious look a stark contrast to his unconcerned look earlier.

He started scribbling and writing profusely, his subordinates follow suit.

Their information collecting is halted by a piercing scream.

[Lance the Martyr (Elite Undead Paladin)]

[Lv. 80] [Kill count: 1666]

"I-Is that an elite monster?" asked by one of Thremaer's subordinate. "We should inform master Thrarael." he added while trembling in fear.

"Go inform master Thrarael, I'll stay here and continue observing them." Thremaer said.

"Are you insane? Were not combat type adventurers and that includes you if you somehow forgot." one of Thremaer's subordinate shouted.

Before Thremaer can retort a dark wave that form a cross comes at his direction. He and his subordinate are frozen in fear due to the overwhelming aura and they just close their eyes.

'This is it, huh? I didn't imagine that this is how I die.' Thremaer said inwardly.

"Are you dwarves fine? If so, move out of the way!"

'Am I in the Halls of Stroddas Goldbeard right now?' Thremaer said inwardly without opening his eyes.

Dwarves believes that once they die in this mortal world, Stroddas Goldbeard will welcome them in his halls in order to help build the most magnificent architectural structure that will become their house of revelry.

Slowly Thremaer open his eyes expecting a majestic looking halls that he only saw in the picture books when he was a child. Once Thremaer and his subordinate fully open their eyes they saw a crusader that has a jet black long hair.

"Wh-what happened?" Thremaer questioned while scanning the area.

"That crusader blocked the attack from the elite monster." replied by one of his subordinate, looking awestruck at the one eyed crusader.

Thremaer and his subordinates rush to cover once they regain their composure, as to not be a hindrance to their savior. Somehow instead of focusing at Cleo and Leah, they're now dead set on documenting Valerie's movement. One of his subordinate even started drawing a portrait of Valerie.

"Are you alright Valerie?" Cleo shouted, he and Leah started attacking the elite monster the moment it shifted his attention to the dwarves.

"I'm fine, I have a strong resistance against unholy attacks." Valerie replied while chugging a potion. She may have a high resistance against unholy attacks but the level of the elite monster is still high.

"Critical Point!" Cleo shouted. "Help me by distracting the monster." he added.

The elite monster prepares another unholy cross, this time it is directed at Cleo's direction.

"Sacred Shield!" Valerie shouted.

Leah rush towards the elite monster in the hopes that she will get its attention so Cleo can strike its weakness with his skill.