Primordial Chaos Dragon Tower: Harem System - Chapter 881: Jest, the Everlasting Healer
Chapter 881: Jest, the Everlasting Healer
[May I ask why the master chose to disguise himself as a healer? Not that I doubt the master’s abilities as a healer, but I do want to know why the master picked this path.]
The tower was puzzled to the point it had to ask. Kent becoming a healer was one it wasn’t looking forward to.
Kent smiled. “To answer your question, why don’t you scan the people currently heading to the city?”
The tower did, and for a moment, there was nothing until a sudden discovery made it see Kent in a new light.
[The majority of them are healers and scholars.]
“Indeed. After I formed my core, I was able to scan anyone within an 80,000 km radius. That was why I knew the city I was going to may be one frequented by healers. And since I want to blend in, I chose to disguise myself as one.
Of course, I have some knowledge to pass as a healer, so this is perhaps the best time to become an Alchemist/healer.”
[The master never ceases to astonish me.]
Kent smiled and then, with a nonchalant step, he left the stream and started heading toward the city.
The city he was heading to is called Miracle City. It is the fourth largest city on Planet Menelaus.
“Looks like this planet is like one big empire ruled by an empress.” Kent used his enchanted eyes to get a general idea of the world as he moved in the direction of Miracle City.
“There are 25 cities in total, with the majority being cities of mercenaries. In fact, now that I have this information, it’s clear that this world is a mercenary-dominated one. Even among the 25 kings and queens, 80% are mercenaries.
Although they don’t take missions anymore, they still support some of the top mercenary teams.”
Kent delved deeper into the information on mercenaries and discovered that the ones he killed weren’t exactly the top on Planet Menelaus.
In fact, the ones he killed were among the medium-tier mercenaries.
“Looks like even Iver wasn’t sure of the dynamics in this world. But who could blame him? The world is too big to know everything.
[Maybe even he doesn’t know the affairs of his own world, considering this world is run from revenue generated from mercenary work.
The empress may, in a way, have her way of keeping things confidential, so you knowing this thanks to your enchanted eyes might be regarded as a breach of that confidentiality.]
“I suppose that is a unique take on things.” Kent went deeper into the information he had on Planet Menelaus, and after finding all there was to see, he was ready to face anything.
“I should perhaps keep a low profile, considering there is a Level 8 Heavenly Ascension stage Empress and even hidden monsters ready to act.”
[The master indeed needs to keep a low profile. After all, gods want you, perhaps even the supremes.]
“Indeed.”
Kent quickly appeared on the main road, where he saw some people riding carriages in front of him and others walking.
He kept his nonchalant steps and soon caught up with those ahead.
He didn’t get too close but was close enough to hear what they were saying without using the soul map.
“Looks like this time around, something big has happened in Miracle City. To think every healer in this world and neighboring worlds will be congregating here all of a sudden,” one person said, perhaps a guard, considering his friend was wearing the same uniform.
“I suppose you are right. Even the lord sent his youngest son to check out what was happening.”
“I just hope it isn’t something tragic like the last time when the King of Hummingbird City was poisoned.”
The more they talked, the better Kent understood what might be the issue. Eventually, he caught up to them.
Kent knew talking to them wasn’t going to be too hard, so he asked a question, “Hi brothers, I couldn’t help but overhear your conversation. I would like to know if something dangerous is happening in the city.”
Kent put on a concerned face, making sure his aura leaked to tell the two Spirit King guards he was worried about his safety.
They looked at him, and while he expected them to act cocky and perhaps ridicule him for his weaker cultivation base, they instead smiled at him.
“Little brother shouldn’t be worried. Miracle City is one of the safest places in the world. If you are concerned about your safety, then you shouldn’t be.”
Kent sighed, feeling relieved. “I suppose I will walk behind you two big brothers just in case.”
The two guards laughed, “Suit yourself. But who is this little brother, and where did you come from?”
’I need a world ASAP.’
[The master is from Planet Hecate. It is one of the low-standing worlds in the same planetary alliance that this world is in.]
Kent smiled and replied to the two guards, “My name is Jest. I am from Hecate. My master thought I had learned enough, so he sent me to a random world to gain real-world experience.
This is my first time in this world.”
“Oh, that is perfectly understood. Most masters do that to their disciples, and well, it seems your master has some foresight in sending you here. This world is full of talent, and knowing what I know, you will gain a ton of experience here.”
Kent smiled, “Looking forward to it.”
“Is this little brother, Jest, looking to join a mercenary team?” one of the guards asked, but Kent shook his head.
“I am a healer, so I don’t suppose joining a mercenary team will be ideal for me. I am the type who hates violence.”
Right when Kent said that, the window of the carriage swung open, and a young man stuck his head out.
It took Kent a single glance to know the kind of character the young man possessed.
He smiled at Kent, “You should probably talk to my father. I always tell him violence is not the way, but those brutes, they just go around killing as a form of resolving things.”
Kent smiled, “May I know who this esteemed scholar is?”
His tone was polite and calm to the point that if someone told you he had just killed dozens of beasts and mercenary teams, even to the point that the infamous wandering demon swordsman fell to his sword, you wouldn’t believe it.
The young man smiled, sensing the scholarlike tone Kent used to ask the question, “You can call me Ander, last born son of the lord of Basel City, King Basel VIII. I am an Array King.”
“Well, I am Jest, a Life Saint.”
Ander smiled and opened the door of the carriage, “If brother Jest doesn’t mind, I would like to share a ride with him and pick his brain on some things.”
Kent smiled and then climbed into the carriage, knowing this was the polite way to get what he wanted, which was to enter the city without having to bribe the guards.
After all, he didn’t have an identification badge, and he wasn’t planning on using the pill badge he received from Pill Monarch Nefeli over 300,000 years ago.
After an hour, they approached the magnificent city built using jade and shining like the night sky.
