The buildings he saw over the hills in the night were seemingly medieval style village houses. The layout also seemed to be built around that. The dirt path he was on had transformed into more of a dirt road a while back and this dirt road went right through the center of the village. It looked like it was for a caravan to go through the center of the village so that everyone could get to it more easily. Further in he could see a few larger buildings. He slowed down his Soul-Truck’s skittering so he wouldn’t run into anything. He went down the road until the navigation system told him to stop. He looked around and saw that there was what looked like a storage building. It was made of stone and had a metal sliding door.
Mike went out through the back of his truck and walked over to the large building that looked like a warehouse. It had two large metal doors that could be rolled out of the way. He went over to a smaller door to the side and knocked on it sharply a few times. He heard a noise like someone getting up off of a piece of furniture close to the door. He heard a hissing strike noise before a light whoosh. A warm soft light started spilling out from under the doorway after that. The door was pulled open and a man was standing there in the doorway with a lantern. He rubbed his eyes blearily before talking.
“Who are you? This is a Holy Army storage site so unless you are here about that, scram. Unless you want me to yell for the guards. I know we are a small town but we still have [Guards] who are good at fighting.”
“Yeah, I got a job to move weapons to the Holy Army. I got my Semi-Truck and I’m ready to Haul it out.”
“Really? Oh well I guess I can help you with getting the stuff in your carriage.”
Mike lead him to the front. When the man saw his semi-truck and its many legs, he raised an eyebrow, but ultimately ignored it. He seemed to just be happy to get rid of him and go to sleep. Mike and the other guy pulled the doors apart slowly together. Inside of the warehouse was loads of swords, arrows, spears, and such.
“Yep, that’s the stuff. I knew that the Holy Army needed weapons for their fight against the Demon Lord, but they just didn’t come back and get these and I don’t know why.”
“Okay, then I guess it’s good I got here when I did.”
“You bet brother.”
Mike and the other guy picked up all of the different weapons and slowly put them all inside of the container. The man seemed to be using some sort of Skill because his footing was unnaturally stable and seemed to have an easy time moving everything. After he had finished they closed down the semi-truck and closed the warehouse doors.
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Mike turned to the other guy and spoke “Thanks, I probably won’t see you around but thanks for the help.”
“Yeah Yeah. Just go help the Holy Army if you want to help me.”
Mike hesitated for a second before going ahead with his question.
“Hey what are the Holy Army fighting against?”
The man looked fat him weirdly but was so tired that he just went ahead and answered.
“The Demon Lord has been more and more violent lately and so the Holy Army has been trying to fight back. They are the official army of this country and in association with our neighboring country, Celestria, they summoned a Hero. It’s some young kid who gets extra power and yada yada but they think he’s gonna save us all somehow. I hope he does but I honestly don’t think so to be honest.”
Mike paused again thinking about whether this could be perceived as rude before going ahead and asking his question.
“Hey were you using a Skill to move everything? Sorry if that is rude I mean nothing bad or stuff like that.”
“Nah it’s fine. Yeah I was using my Class Skill [Loading]. It is pretty helpful for stuff like this. I help a lot with moving cargo and stuff on to carts so I guess my Class decided that this suited me well and so I got it.”
Mike thought about that for a second before saying his goodbyes.
“Right, see ya around man.”
“You too brother.”
Mike waved as he got back inside his Soul-Truck. Mike backed out a bit and then went straight through the rest of the village to the opposite side and out. He knew that his Soul-Truck could be disconcerting, with its many creepy legs and all, and he knew that if he dismissed his Soul-Truck all of the stuff inside of its container would fall out so he just had to keep it out. Once he was a bit outside the village and its view of him was obscured by the forest, Mike put down his Soul-Truck.
He was tired and so he decided that he should try getting some comfortable clothes for sleeping.
“Shop. Clothes.”
|Shop|
|Funds: 43.20 $¢|
|Clothes|
* Generic Cloak: 1.50 $¢
* Generic Shirt: 1.00 $¢
* Generic Pants 1.00 $¢
* Generic Boots: 1.00 $¢
* Generic Sleeping Clothes 1.00 $¢
Mike decided to go with the sleeping clothes like he had planned and also with the boots. He was quite tired of walking around with no shoes and it was getting quite annoying. He ignored it while at his old planet because he was either inside or in the soft dirt or lush carpet like grass, but was annoying here were there were a lot more pebbles and hard dirt and rock. He decided that yes, actually, footwear was a must have.
“Generic Boots. Generic Sleeping Clothes.”
|Option Bought!|
|-2.00 $¢ to funds!|
|Funds: 41.20$¢|
The different items coalesced as normal and he quickly put the boots to the side of his bedroom door and put on the pajamas. Once he was nice and comfy he went into his bed and went to sleep peacefully.