Bab 9: Chapter 9 - Coboro Village
Feihren looked back at the status pages for the two people he scanned within the hall. A hint of dismay appeared on his face. He was unsure if he should laugh or cry.
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"Louie Rudyard III" (3-star Beginner-class)
"Title: 41st King of Wolfenstein (?)"
"Base HP: 120"
"Base Damage: 5"
"Equipment: [Royal Garb] (Rare)"
"Equipment: [Pendant of Lesser Deceit] (Rare)"
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"Charles Rudyard" (1-star Expert-class)
"Title: 41st King of Wolfenstein
"Base HP: 900"
"Base Damage: 110"
"Equipment: [Dark Baron] (Rare)"
"Equipment: [Pendant of Greater resistance] (Epic)"
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A puppet government. A pathetic puppet monarch living a boisterous youthful life as all the power is actually owned by someone else. This is pathetic, just simply pathetic.
But none of this mattered for Feihren. He thought he could establish something here in Wolfenstein, maybe even gaining a good grasp on how this world works. As a player and a military man he craves for a true adventure, but it seems like this isn't the right place to start having one.
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"Would you like to come to our village? It may not be grand or anything but it is quiet and peaceful out there." Marvin's tone drastically changed from casually talking to Feihren to a much friendlier approach.
"A village? Does it happen to be in the easternmost part of this kingdom?"
Feihren was eager to go if it would be on the edge of the kingdom, in the agricultural lands. He was hoping that the security there was lighter, giving him freedom to go in and out to different places without alarming the kingdom itself.
Not that they would pay that much attention to him, but it would remove the hassle of a thorough inspection.
"Yes, it is! My father is the village chief there"
"Ohhh, a fancy kid yourself ey?"
"No no, not really. The agricultural lands in Wolfenstein are not really prosperous"
Sadness can be seen hiding in his eyes.
Feihren patted his back to encourage him, and smiled, "What are we waiting for? Let's go!"
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It took the entire half day before they finally arrive at the eastern side of the kingdom. It was evening by the time they had entered the village
'Coboro Village'
"Father!" Even though he was running oddly due to his injury, this did not stop Marvin from rocketing towards, and hugging, an old man by the central area of this tiny village.
This was Sherwin Mendi, the village chief. Even at the age of 87, this guy seems to look active, even with his dwarven stature.
'Dwarves?'
Feihren thought as he started inspecting the people within the village, 'Dwarves! They are indeed dwarves right?' Feihren was not ignorant of the popular races within role-playing games, as Gaia's Paradox could be considered among them.
He was obviously excited, because one thing is inseparable when one is talking about dwarves…
'Blacksmithing!'
The gun creation system back in Gaia's Paradox was somewhat... crude. Gun customization and ballistics engineering have always been as easy as leveling it up more and thus increasing 'Proficiency'.
One only needed to farm for a blueprint with either guns, parts, or bullets drawn on it and create whatever it is multiple times to increase the level of 'Proficiency'. This aspect of the game bored Feihren for sure.
He had a high level on his Sub-Class "Alpha Gunsmith" which, when it was at its highest proficiency, can create any complicated guns/ parts with the highest rate of success. But even with that, he was not entirely sure how the entire 'creation' process would be in real life. After all, the most proficient thing he can do in his life was lead and fight, but he was not sure how good he would be in the other aspects that are shadowed from the game.
Having dwarven engineers to assist him in this world was a great prospect for Feihren.
There were 2 main things that are of concern for him at the moment.
First was the finite amount of ammunition he has. He had no idea if ballistic creation could be possible in this world where technological advancement was apparently slowed.
The second was the limited durability of his custom-grade weapons. He still prefers his custom weapons over the deity class ones he has been using. Deity grade weapons were indeed strong, but Custom grade weapons are just so practical to use. He designed each of one of them to be as efficient as any weapon of the same type could be.
Following Marvin, Feihren advanced towards the center of the town as he cheerfully greeted the people wandering around.
Marvin introduced his Father to Feihren. They were indeed of the dwarven race! Marvin was basically a demi-human, but it seemed the bloodline of his human mother was strong. Yet Marvin was pretty sure he was and always will be part dwarven, and he was proud of it.
Feihren was then introduced by Marvin and he explained the circumstances both had encountered from the woods to the throne hall.
The dwarven people around gasped in disbelief, eyes filled with respect towards this person.
He was a brave person for standing up against that stupid young king, but a hint of kindness could clearly be felt from him, as if he's a caring senior to the juniors around him.
After clarifying that the village was indeed of the dwarven race, Feihren had a niggling feeling to ask the village chief about one of his problems. He was really curious if... He placed a black case in front of the village chief and politely asked, "Sir Sherwin, do you know of these?" He opened the case exposing the exquisite looking rifle that was encased within it.
Engineering flows in the blood of the dwarves. Instinctively, Old Mendi carefully inspected the huge wand-like object in front of him, with a thought he let out a single word.
"Guns?"
Feihren's face was suddenly filled with questioning remarks 'Guns? Do they actually exist in this world? But...
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