Tim the captain of the city guard looked down at what looked like a scene out of nightmare. Bodies were cut in half and piled in heaps. Blood was everywhere in the square. Tim watched one of his lieutenant get sick and then turned to his scout Grace. “What the hell is this? Are you seriously telling me Bob did all this by himself. No farmer is going to cut a half dozen knights and twenty of their men at arms on their own so who helped him? Where is the army of giants?”
Grace shuddered “He did it himself just walked along and cut down anyone who stood against him. I watched him cut a knight and his horse in half with one swing. The two half's of the knight just kind of slid off it was horrible. He cut three men in half with a single stroke and the others saw it and tried to run. But he was too fast that was not a man it was a demon god from the abyss. There is no way he was a farmer he must have had a sword saint main class with a berserker and some kind of speed subclass.”
Tim thought about it and the reports he had received about Bob. “No it is confirmed he was a farmer when he started out. Given the number of bodies around here he must have taken a attack skill when he reached level four in his hunter sub class” “Sir I saw him cut straight threw a knights shield the knight and the man next to the knight in one blow. The knight was using a shield skill. Are you seriously telling me a farmer could do that?” “Specialisation Grace it is something you were thought about yes? Bob used a skill he got from a mystic sub class. He did not go with the flashy skills he could have gotten dragons breath or maybe even flight. He went with a cutting skill and given your telling me he did all of this on his own he made the right choice”
Starring at the bodies Grace turned back to Tim “How is choosing a single skill specialisation?” “Body mind and soul. The first mystic skill he choose was a body enhancement passive skill. His second was a learning skill that allowed him to learn skills quickly and that is the result. He must have heavy blow and maybe sword strike. Given his body immense strength from passive skill and the fact he probable three to six times stronger than with than a knight. That is 15 strength blow multiplied by his first passive body strength multiplied by say heavy blow and then multiplied by his mystic cleave skill. Then there is his steel skin skill gotten from bathing in dragon blood. Steel skin multiplied by body strength. You could hit him full force with your arrow and have it bounce off his face. For you to do damage you have to hit his eyeball. So your dealing with someone whose skin your sword bounces off While he can cut your friend and his horse in half with a single blow and the blow still have enough force to cut you in half. Even if you try and block his blow with your sword it his sword will simply cut yours in half ”
Grace started to tremble and Tim chuckled “Still this is shocking he must have raised all his skills to the maximum.” Seeing Grace tremble Tim spoke out to reassure her “Relax its not like there are not those who can kill Bob in a fight if he gets out of line. The paladin grandmaster has a legendary class and uses a war hammer. A couple of blows of that and it will shatter all of Bob's bones and Bob will not have any really decent skills for duels like swordsmanship because everything he has has been put into his cleave skill” Grace nodded “Yes the grandmaster Ron is a role model for us all I saw him on his white charger when he gave a speech on how we were going to keep pushing back the goblins. Lets go get Ron now and arrest Bob.” Tim gave Grace the same look as someone would give there apple if they found a half eaten worm in it. “Ron invested heavily in charisma skills. A standard warrior could kill Ron. With both hands tied behind his back Bob could slap him to death with his dick. No who we want is the older grandmaster Barney you know the one ancient bald no teeth looks like a cold wind would freeze him to death. He has the skills and experience to deal with Bob. The problem is getting him to actual do something. He is a human first supporter and likes Bob because no goblin will go within thirty kilometres of Bob. Plus he does not care what the local nobles think so I can not go to him without a good reason. Bob cutting a few dozen of Impale Im High men or killing a few slavers. Well even I am not going to try and arrest him for that. Gavin over their liked killing people by cutting off their limbs giving them a weak healing potion so they did not die of blood loss and then throwing them into a rat pit.”
Tim starred hard at Grace “Now I am not saying that Barney will not step in if we get into a truly nasty fight with Bob. But if we try and say save the slavers well if Barney shows up it will be to remove our heads. Remember he might be over a hundred years old and blind in one eye. He might even have no teeth and boils. But the only skills he has are war skills and nothing else. On a thousand battle fields he carved his way threw his enemies and will do the same to you if you cross him.” Tim turned pale and continued “Bob would not have done this if Barney was not in on it. I am betting Bob has already offered him a bribe to stay on the sidelines perhaps even to help him. So as long as Bob does not target anyone innocent we do nothing.” Grace starred at Tim “Barney has no teeth how is that old half blind man going to stand up to the Demon god that just ripped a full squad of knight apart?”
Tim grinned “Full squad of idiots they all had intimidation skills. If you want to be a warrior take warrior skills. Look at that armour its all light armour my 10 year old nephew could rip that apart with his bare hands. Now listen we are staying out of this. I get the feeling Flow is about to send a message to Bob asking him to leave the city. Who knows if she offers him enough to leave maybe he will be gone by tomorrow.”
Grace glared at Tim “Sir he murdered at least 30 people that I saw and can testify in court. ” Tim eyes sparkled and he nodded “Well off you go and arrest him. I will not stop you.”
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A blood stained farmer carrying a bag dripping with blood followed by a little girl wearing rags covered in a huge ripped cloak entered Lady Shae's fine dining restaurant. The farmer looked at stunned patrons and at what they were eating and snorted “It looks like Rabbit food no offence Rabbit. Is that a plate with a bit of sauce on it?” A woman dressed in suit walked over “Security security where is Frank where is my security” The farmer grinned “I told them my name is Bob” The entire restaurant darkened and the woman took a step backwards. Bob grinned “Listen I will use your toilet I bet its one of those fancy ones with a actual mirror and I will be out of your way. Stay here and sorry Rabbit but I want food not that fancy art looking stuff on the plates of these idiots. ”
Bob headed off to one of the toilets and Rabbit looked at the stunned customers. A terrible noise came from the toilet and then Bob came strolling out. “They had a enchanted water fountain in there to wash off your ass. Come on Rabbit do you want to take a look?” Rabbit shook her head “They showed us one at the slave camp they wanted to train some maids but they said I was too pretty. The old married women would not like me” Bob nodded “Yes in a couple of years you might be a real beauty.” “No a old man wanted to buy me last week.” Bob blinked “Ok well if you see him let me know and if he is not a first cousin to the king or something like that I will snap his neck. His wife's as well. ”
Bob looked around at the dinners “Anybody here a follower of Ron the twat or as I like to call him Ron the snot eating paladin.” Rabbit looked at Bob who shrugged “Ron is a arsehole who goes around claiming credit for my victories. The thing is he has a decent set of charisma skills. ” Seeing the confusion on Rabbits face Bob smiled “I do not like Ron and so I am going to beat up as many of his followers as I can while I am here. As Ron is a wimp he will not be able to do anything to me.” Rabbit looked up at Bob “Can you beat someone up for me as well?” “Beat up no you never beat anyone up you horribly kill them and then kill their pets before taking a crap on their dead bodies it sends a message. The only thing is Barney he is a local who is stronger than me. So I will get a list of Barney's supporters and if there is overlap then no problem. I can not kill anyone Barney is protecting because Barney would fine me and I do not want to have to pay a blood debt.” Bob looked at Rabbit “ Ok even if Barney is protecting them as long as they are not in his inner circle I will hold them down and let you cut them into little pieces So what were the punishments they gave the slaves?”
“Well they cut off Bill's hand when he refused to pass his debt to his children. One of the guards did not like the way old Hilda was looking at him so they cut out her eyes and made us beat her to death. They threw George naked into a hole full of ants because he stepped on the overseers shadow.” Bob face turned white with rage and every dinner in the restaurant looked like they wanted to run for it. Bob smile was like that of a devil. “You know what let's head back down to the slave market and we can throw in another couple of fire potions. I have a decent one.”
The door of the restaurant burst in and Tim the guard captain shouted out “Bob whatever you think of doing it set off my danger sense skill. So you can forget about doing it. Remember your a farmer and Barney is a killer with 80 years of levels and training” One of the patrons “By the gods of light help us that maniac is talking about treating us how we treat our slaves.” A woman called out “Barney is my grandfather if you hurt a hair on my head I will complain to him.”
Tim face turned pale. “Why is my danger sense skill not going down much. Barney will kill you if you kill his granddaughter.” Bob shrugged “Did his wife not leave him for supporting the anti slaver league? So I am guessing he is not all that supportive of his granddaughter over there. Plus the fact she panicked means she must have some connection to the slavers.” Tim shuddered as Bob smiled and decided to change tactic “Barney will still have to take action if you push it too far. Plus the slavers will hire someone to deal with you”
Bob smiled and for a instant Tim thought he was looking at a smiling demon dragon. “What is that I have that is most valuable to Barney? Is it my past service is it my help from where I gave him a entire dragon hoard or helped kill entire tribes goblins. No those are in the past. Is it my gold no he has more. Is it the fact I will be expanding my territory that is valuable but not enough for him to kill Ron over. What do I have that would get him to betray his oaths to the nobles and seize control over the paladins? What skill could a farmer have that would cause Barney to lay waste to your city if it was lost.” Tim shuddered “Their is not skill a farmer could have that would cause that. No skill ever gained by mortal or god would have Barney break his oaths.”
Bob shrugged “What about a mixed skill say the cap stone skill of a mystic sub class. Such a skill would allow for much if it could be mixed with a farming skill” Tim snorted “Now I know your tongue speaks nothing but lies. What skill could you have that would have Barney risk his immortal soul by breaking his vows. ” “Take a guess but it is not a skill but a combination of skills.” Bob smiled “The auger's will use their skills to find out sooner or later but you being in the dark for a few more days will not hurt. Remember this Rabbit specialisation is the name of the game when it comes to skills”
Bob leaned over a scared customer and looked at her plate of food “This could have been your last meal had things gone differently and you choose that green mess. I have eaten cow waste that looked better than that. The cow waste tasted horrible but that looks even worse. See Rabbit I am mannered I did not say” Rabbit punched Bob who chuckled “OK lets get some food from a street vendor. Rabbit outside now” Rabbit rushed out the door and Bob smirked at the customers “But before I go ” A fart echoed from Bob the customers nearest to Bob began to puke and one fainted. Another clawed at their nose screaming. Bob winked at Tim. “Amazing what someone with a iron stomach can drink. I mean they could even drink a potion of toxic fumes and be fine.” A female customer began to scream and Tim pulled out a perfumed handkerchief tied it to his face and rushed over.
After Bob left Barney's granddaughter Jenny got up and screamed at Tim “Are you going to let him get away with that? That peasant oaf came in here insulted us. Arrest him and hang him ” Tim starred at Jenny as if she was something that had crawled out of his underpants “Well Jenny if you want to go out there and tell off Bob off you go. Just because he literally drank a potion used to poison armies. Just because he has cut several dozen trained killer in half today and looks like he wanted to nothing more to everyone in this restaurant. That is no reason not to go out there speak your mind and have him chop off your head. So shut up sit down and do not bother me I need to work out what he is planning. He would not have come here without a motive. He never does anything without a plan and he certainly does not insult a bunch of rich folk for no reason. Kill yes he kills for money but why come in here and insult you and not kill and rob you?”