Michael’s luck was great. Not only was the drunkard not illiterate (because of his profession it was necessary for at least one person in the party to speak halish), but he was also known as the best bronze rank adventurer of this guild. He was proficient with the fists and sword and if he formed a party, the party would be at least silver ranked. His habit of spending all the money reserves on alcohol made him inconsistent and thus not an ideal party member. The strength was rated by a battle unit. Members of the party as a singular entity could be bronze, but when combined into a party with good synergy the party’s rating could rise even to the high gold. -I don’t think that they will register a mosquito as a separate adventuring entity.- Old man talked to Michael on a way to a government’s adventurer guild. -You will have to work under my name for a while.- Michael was fine with that. He walked in. The floor and furniture were made out of light birch-like wood. Old man went to an adventurer's bulletin board. It had a few jobs enlisted. Some were commissioned by the government with the kingdom’s official staple. -So I lost my sword before, now I can only fight with fists and work as a laborer, so we will take only iron jobs for now.- Old man was a worn and torn adventurer, but he was not a fool. Bronze jobs had a danger of losing life if taken by a normal person. He would certainly come out of them alive but injured. For an old man injury meant not being qualified to take on even iron jobs and living as a hermit in the forest for a month or two to recover. He already lived his fair share of life and wasn’t eager to take risks. Old man pointed finger at the hanging page and started talking. -If you find anything for your tastes you can land on the page I’m pointing at. - Michael more or less understood and stayed on right shoulder. Old man stopped at one bronze assignment. It was a beginner dungeon clearing. It was commissioned one and a half months ago already. The dungeon outbreak was inevitable. He remembered it then moved on to iron assignments. -Clearing sewage, dirt cheap… Construction work, fair but cheap… Sanitary aid, good pay but near the battlefront… Event set up help… Gardening, dirt cheap…- Michael landed on sanitary aid. -Hmm…- Old man thought for a while. -Ok, will do- It was a sanitary aid for soldiers at the battlefront, it required a good reputation as an adventurer, water magic and at least 100 jobs cleared. Typically hard to fit for average iron adventurers but not so dangerous of a job for it to be in bronze. Because it was commissioned by the kingdom, the adventurer’s establishment didn’t take handling fees from it so more went into the pocket of an adventurer. He took the page and went to the counter. Then smacked the page at the counter and yelled -Alex! sign me up.- There was only one guy responsible for registration of adventurers and handling jobs for iron and bronze adventurers. Alex was typically sitting at the registration counter. Silver, Gold and Platinum jobs were posted on another bulletin in another room as well as they were handled there. There were also Diamond, Titanium, Admantite and Vibranium rank jobs that are handled by a master of this establishment on the highest floor. Alex was a tall and skinny blonde man with blue eyes. He came to the couter old man was sitting at. -Wofer- Welcomed Alex looking at the page Wofer placed on the table. -Isn’t it required to have water magic?- Alex gave Wofer a weird look. Wofer smiled. -Indeed, recently I’ve acquired a new comprehension of the magic laws and gained the ability to do water magic.- Then he did a weird pose pointing to the arm Michael sat on to the side. Michael understood the assignment and started pouring a water stream about a finger away from his hand. Alex narrowed his eyes in suspicion, but he was no magician that could read the flow of magic. He was just a government’s worker and what Wofer did seemed legit, he didn’t notice a giant mosquito on Wofer shoulder. The iron job assignment did not say anything about any rank of proficiency with a water magic so Wofer got the job. -Oh, and another thing, there is probably a dungeon outbreak in one of the beginner dungeons on bulletin, you might want to move it to silver.- Alex thanked and did as Wofer told. After the sunset, Michael with his comrade was sended out to the battlefront with the next batch of soldiers as a sanitary aid. -So.- Begun the officer of the batch screening arrived adventurers with stern expression. -Are you a water mage?- Wofer was asked first.
-Kind of- Wofer replied then pointed arm with Michael ahead. Then a water stream appeared.
-Good. What about that bug?- Officer asked while pointing at Michael at Wofer’s shoulder.
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-He’s my…- Wofer paused for a while. Looked at Michael and continued -Spiritual guide… I can’t do water magic without him.- Officer frowned in suspicion. Then added a new question from his officer’s textbook. -Can you command the beast and ensure that it will not bring harm to the Boremon kingdom in any way?-
-Yes, of course.- Wofer lifted his left hand with open palm. -My spiritual guide, can you land on my palm to show that you will not bring harm to the Boremon kingdom in any way?- Michael landed on the palm. Wofer already worked with the government a few times so he knew the best ways to respond to their questions. -In any way, you will be held accountable for any losses or injuries the beast have inflicted.-
-Yes sir.- They passed and got to be on the staff’s caravan meanwhile the soldiers and some of the adventurers walked. On the way a sudden thought appeared in Wofer’s mind. It grew in strength over time so he had to ask it straight to Michael. -Hey, my spiritual guide.- Wofer mocked. -Will you take part in the skirmish?- Michael flew from the left shoulder to the right. ~Yep…~ Thought Wofer. ~It’s a demon… How could I be so stupid to trust a magical mosquito?~ The hangover was already lifted at this time so sober thoughts engulfed Wofer’s head. The only thing for wofer was to pray for his beast to not bring harm to the boremon kingdom. He was now considered a beast tamer. Every non-humanoid entity cooperating with a beast tamer is considered his beast and he is to take full responsibility for the harm the beast brings. -Hey, my guide- Wofer whispered. -Can you kill humans?- Michael flew a little above the right shoulder and landed again on the right shoulder to make sure Wofer gets the answer. Dread runned down Wofer’s spine. ~The demon!~ He was more and more convinced that Michael was a demon. Scheming, contacting and cooperating with demons was highly illegal in Boremon kingdom. Punished by death. -Officer, sir.- Wofer came out of the caravan to talk with the officer on a horse. -Can my beast take part in the skirmish?-
-No.- Officer replied immediately. ~Well, shit.~ Thought Wofer. When they arrived there was already one skirmish that took place. It was a southern border, it bordered with wild human tribes and beastmen tribes. It may look weird from the earthling point of view that a civilized kingdom kept a border with uncivilized tribes for a long time. But it was a magic world. Beast men were superior in strength so iron armor, swords and bows didn’t make humans superior but barely equal. The wild human tribes however were quite proficient in magic. The kingdom couldn’t afford to expand the borders for now. It could only maintain them. Michael and Wofer got to work immediately after arriving. Providing drinking water, sanitizing wounds and applying bandages. Wofer was on a battlefield two times throughout his life. Once as a private soldier on a civil duty and another one in an adventuring party. He saw the work of doctors and sanitary personnel so he wasn’t a greenhorn on this topic. Michael wasn’t stupid and understood all the assignments that Wofer gave him. The support they both provided to the units was noticeable.
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Level Up!
[Water] → [Water Wielder]
Description: Your efforts pay off.
Effect: -1 mana for 2 liters of water | You can apply slight pressure when generating water which can set up direction the water will go before creating it.
+1 mana
Race: [Magic Mosquito Marauder]
lvl.7 → lvl.8
+2 health | +2 strength | +2 mana | +1 Luck
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There was no more job to do. Michael went to a place where nobody could see him to try out his new skill. Mana efficiency when creating water doubled. He could now create 66 liters of water. It converted to 66 kilometers of water trail when starting on full mana. It was two kilometers more than when he had the stats of a dungeon master. By applying water pressure he could travel two square centimeters on one mililiter. So it was 132 kilometers. Almost the width of florida. -Get ready! The beastmen are incoming!- The sentry guard noticed incoming soldiers of beastmen tribes. Wofer as well as Michael came out to take a look. There were humanoid hedgehogs, humanoid bears and humanoid foxes. The incoming forces looked like they were promising a fierce fight.