The thrift shop tells me when it was, you would think these bastards would have some qualms about buying novice clothes as well as their staffs, but the truth is no, since this war broke out, since the elves returned with words of peace some time has passed, the city subsidizes those who want to start as healers or priests, But even if they have free level one courses, even if they have baggage are only three out of ten who reach level five and even fewer who excel to become guild leaders, most end up like this one I'm looking for, they bought them for a silver coin equipment paid by the city council around 50 silver, as they did in their missions, I know, I did better, but wow I know.

I find the first one back at school, he is no good to me, he will only go to learn more things, he probably had a group that went on some simple mission, he did not win anything, all the time they harassed him if he knew how to heal or not, they forced him to heal the animals they hunted and then killed them and demanded him to revive them, this boy is stupid, he will learn more but never the important things, his self esteem will never return.

The second I find him in a corner, the traders of this area have sold him something, he is in a kingdom from which he will not return, they did not want witnesses, so for his coins they gave him the most devastating thing, that which would take them to where life would be less hard, maybe they were beaten, raped on the way, even if I heal them they have nothing to do in this world.

I see four of them walking through the square, they walk with their wooden baculos, no cloth armor or anything, they just walk with anger, stomping, it is certain that they were elite, they were probably assigned to guilds where they were insulted, despised, they took their share of the reward, they will demand their rights from the guild leaders for having healed and protected their people, I pass them by, I will find them dead or drugged in the dock tomorrow.

The one I am interested in, I see him in a bar, he is drinking with determination, the firm determination of someone who is looking for an answer, someone to tell him that everything will be all right, he is not wearing clothes or weapons, he just sits there drinking his hope, his dreams, the limits he could not cross, He was probably just overwhelmed, he knew he couldn't ask for justice, he didn't have the strength, the influence or the knowledge to achieve it, he was brooding, he knew he had chosen the wrong profession, a profession with no future, no power to defend himself, just to be the bitch of every guild he joined, he is exactly the type I need.

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I go to his side and don't say anything, it would be pointless, it's very hard to pull someone out of their self-absorption without consequences, I want his first impression of me to be useful, so I stand up and yell:

"The mercenaries feel so brave against the priests, don't they? Why don't they come against me, cheer up if their beards don't itch under their skirts!"

I would like to see his face, but I don't have the time, some barbarians have risen, looking for a fight, these guys don't need culture, they don't want to think, they just want to satisfy their anger, I just whisper to him, so he can hear, "Would you like to be a priest capable of this? "Then I activate a shield, they all smile, they know I'm a priest, they know that a shield only withstands as much damage as it can maintain its magic, even if it withstands a lot of damage the maximum activation time, some hit amused to be able to do it without charging the furniture, these are so brutalized that they don't notice the effect of the shield, now with a calm that I don't feel at all I say, "the staffs are not only used to conjure, I hit the two closest to me and they collapse without a sound, the funny thing is that the others think that my blow was so devastating that when the repel effect does the damage, it does not bounce back to them in the form of targeted hits, but their whole body takes damage (this is limited to the power of the user, but at least returns two out of ten damage), just as my shield is about to fall, I activate my second magic on this one, I call it wholeness.

Thin layers and layers of solid magic cover me, a little less confident, two more approach me, a grimace on their lips tells me that they feel the effects of the damage they tried to do to me, before they warn anyone I knock them out, most of the unruly ones are gone, there are only two left, One looks hesitant, I put a light sleep on him, his body looks like it ran out of bones and fell to the ground, the other had wasted no time, he threw himself at me, his two-handed sword struck my chest, everyone expected to see blood and guts, but his sword slipped on the surface of magic, breaking one of the twenty-four layers of magical protection, his look was one of anthology, then I shouted, "watch out citizens of storm hammer, the priests are no joke, we are warriors like everyone else, we will fight by your side and against you if you underestimate us, stop attacking me, You don't understand what's happening, brute, of course everyone ran away, everyone except him, the priest I came for, who came to the tavern looking for answers, I came to give them to him, he just looks at me, I ask him "do you want to learn" I pay the bill and leave the place, I don't need to turn around, I know he's following me. ... one more for the priest troops leaving the sacred branch and joining the new disciplinary branch.