It worked! He saw everything! A huge window popped up in front of the knight with the mace and shield, which startled him at first. However, now that he recognised the white box floating next to the rider, he could see all the information clearly. The knight’s name was Tobias Steiger. He was [LVL] 50. He was a [Warrior] in the [Paladin] class and had 6750/6750 [Life Points] and 100% [Mana]. One part of the window was dedicated to some statistics.

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Strength: 39

Intelligence: 45

Regeneration: 34

Armor: 47

Resistance: 50

Constitution: 50

There was a row indicating that Tobias's origin was from Germany. He was unsure where he had heard that name before. The knight had affiliations with- oh.

The guild. The name Carnifex cut his euphoria short. There was an area indicating that the box had a second window, but he had lost his concentration. His mood turned sour at the thought of the Baron.

"So?" Reacher inquired. "Did it work?"

"Yes," he said half-heartedly. "Thank you."

Content with his good deed for the day, Reacher smiled for the rest of the trek. When they arrived at the mountain, the caravan split off from their group and continued its way through the mountains on a narrow path. The knights hadn’t talked with each other, other than exchanging a few pleasantries, but Reacher still seemed glad that they had gone. Maybe he’s jealous of their armour?

When the miners arrived at the cave and Reacher was busy giving them water, he used his chance to covertly [inspect] the Mace. He whispered the word “inspect” and caught PP’s attention for a moment, but the big man handing out the pickaxes didn’t react. Now, let’s see…

He found out that the Mace was called John Reacher and that he was also a [Paladin] like the Tobias guy, but he couldn’t be more different. He was [LVL] 24 and had 3680/3680 [Life Points] and 100% [Mana]. Reacher’s statistics were vastly inferior.

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Strength: 22

Intelligence: 24

Regeneration: 18

Armor: 26

Resistance: 31

Constitution: 32

He concluded that a higher [LVL] would translate to higher stats. He’s envying Tobias for sure.

Reacher originated from a place called USA, and he was pretty sure he knew that place well. Of course, Reacher was also affiliated with Carnifex. He must have been looking at Reacher a lot because he shouted at him to stop staring with an angry expression on his face. It’s best to stop playing around for now. I’ll try it out some more tomorrow.

After a long day of working in the mine, he excitedly went to bed. Finally, something novel happened to break the monotony. He could finally see what the Adventurers were talking about. He recalled the day in the Slaughterhouse when the Baron had asked him about his stats and [LVL]. Bonatelli had asked him about other stuff he didn’t know about too, but he unfortunately had forgotten by now. I wonder what my [Status] looks like. The Players seemed to have a problem with it.

That night was the first time in months when he saw a dream again. He was a paladin in a full suit of heavy armor on a battlefield, rushing through the smoke and dodging enemy arrows that were on fire while frantically searching for someone. He was running as fast as he possibly could, coughing from the smoke filling his lungs and limping from an arrow that pierced his calf. He found the blonde woman he was looking for lying in a ditch with bent armor and a charred face. She was on the verge of bleeding out, her trembling hand trying to reach him. The golden glow on his palm was ready to heal her first, but right before their hands connected, a huge shadow carrying a bright light rose inside the smokescreen, and the pair was suddenly engulfed in a huge fireball. Gods, no.

He awoke the next morning from the warm sun hitting his eyes. He felt flattened, as if a falling tree had hit his face. At first, he had trouble orienting himself. It took him a minute to recover from his deep sleep and assess his surroundings. Not a single soul was around. The slave camp was dead silent. How strange. Where is everyone?

The sun had already risen, but no one was preparing breakfast. He crawled out of his sleeping bag, Cadmun’s former tent, and circled around the campsite. Surely, they didn’t go without me, right?

The cooking pots were still clean but dry, indicating that no one had used them since yesterday. The slave rags were all still hanging on the clothesline. They had to be there. He heard some movement coming from a rustling tent, and a drowsy Cadmun emerged.

“Cadmun, where is everybody? We’re late!” he said, a bit alarmed.

Cadmun, on the other hand, was unbothered by their late awakening. Sir Frost ignored his panic and instead rubbed the sleep from his eyes and lazily made his way to the stacked firewood.

“Why is everyone still sleeping? We have to go!” He knew that Cadmun didn’t want to talk to him, but in an emergency situation like this, it had to be okay for them to communicate. However, the bald man silently placed some logs inside the fireplace and slowly got to work, ignoring his panic.

“Please help me wake them up, Cadmun. The Adventurers will be here any minute. The others will be in trouble.”

Cadmun groggily returned, “Happy Hero Day, Recruit.”

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