A stunned silence filled the air as the mage and warrior looked at Rick with disbelief.
"You actually drank it! You mad man!" The mage shouted with anger
The fighter remained silent as he seemed to be praying inwardly. He thought it was all over.
<45 Seconds remaining>
"I knew you were not a healer, you liars!" The mage shrieked as Rick remained still.
'Damnit! I don't have much time left on the clock but I have to distract them for long enough.'
"I'm assimilating the energy to the areas requiring the mana..."
"That's not how healing works you dolt! Even a tier one mage would know this let alone a prestigious Tier 3 healer."
"Kid you better just drop the act. I thought you might be able to get off scot free if you had returned the potions but you didn't. " The warrior said with despair in his voice.
< 25 seconds Remaining >
"I'm almost finished allocating the energy. In around another 20 seconds I should be able to commence healing." Rick said with a tone of anxiety entering his voice.
"GUARDS! Come here at once! This child has stolen two mana potions as well as drank one." The mage shrieked once more.
A few men across the way seemed that seemed intent on a card game quickly stood up and readied blades as they made their way across the busy streets towards Rick and the two powerful beings.
<10 seconds remaining>
After what seemed like forever Rick found a wave of sleepiness overtake him as he felt himself passing out from the strain of his injuries'.
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Rick awoke to the sound of light humming, as the Warrior from earlier rocked gently in a chair across from the small cot that Rick rested in. He felt his body had been repaired and even improved by the emergency healing system.
The Warrior was now dressed and less formal attire and wore simple common clothing with a small jade necklace attached to his neck that was in the form of a fist. He was reading a book that was small yet compact.
"Status" he Rick whispered gently underneath his breath.
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Name: Rick Stone
Health: 14/14
Mana: 0/0
EXP: 50/100
Attributes:
Speed: 12
Endurance: 4
Strength: 6
Intelligence: 12
Magic: 0
Luck: 1
Unused Stat Points: 0
System Upgrade Mission: 50/1000 gold stolen
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'My stats have improved! It must have been the healing service.'
Rick slowly sat up, his body shaking slightly from the new changes that occurred. The warrior sat down his book on a nearby small table in the small cottage they seemed to be staying in. The Warrior simply reached underneath a shelf and pulled out a light blue potion before tossing it gently to Rick.
Rick caught it quicker than he had ever caught anything before. It was lightning fast reflexes that had never been present in him before... and his brain seemed to know exactly how to use them.
"Good morning young one. Your bounty from the miracle you preformed yesterday." He said curtly
"..."
"You don't happen to be a real healer do you?" The Warrior seemed to say with a glimmer of hope in his eyes.
"N-No. I'm not. I'm sorry mister.... Sir."
"It's fine. I guessed as much. My name is Marcus Stine by the way. It's great to meet you..."
"Rick... It's Rick Stone."
"Rick Stone huh.... It's a familiar name. How did you manage to heal yourself the other day by the way if you don't mind me asking?"
"I healed myself via a miracle. I'm honestly not sure how I accomplished it."
"Hmm. It's strange that the gods would answer a thief's prayers. But perhaps you have affinity with the divine. And in that case you may be able to become a paladin or healer for real." The warrior said with a look of hope in his eyes once more.
"Maybe... I suppose. What are they if you don't mind me asking?" Rick said in a voice of confusion.
The new terms were confusing and strange. He had heard of similar things in games but never got into them as he was more of a reader than gamer.
"Well a Healer is self explanatory, they heal people and cleanse the lands that have become unholy. Paladins are a little bit more confusing. They take on a promise to a god and in turn gain power for protecting and bringing forth that oath's tennants. They are the warriors of the gods."
"Though they are completely different than me. I am a warrior, a tier two one at that. We gain our strength from ourselves. They gain their strength from the gods. Us two are very different."
Rick seemed lost in deep thought as Marcus went on and on about the different terminologies used within the differences between him and those chosen by god. Neither were superior but each had there own benefits and negatives.
For instance, one chosen by god would have stringent rules they would have to choose from and follow, while those of the rouge and warrior path would have free will but their growth was reduced compared to those chosen from god.
There was also those of the arcana spectrum such as The Mages. Though they were known under many names they all had one thing in common, they were all spellcasters. They used the arcane spectrum to cast spells of great magnitude and were one of the most dangerous classes of the main three class types.
Rick interjected frequently with questions pertaining to specifics. He was intrigued by the idea of the classes but also confused at the grand scale of how many there really were they ranged from monks who mastered martial arts to unbelievably strong demigods that drank the blood of a dead god to gain there strength.
They continued for quite awhile before Marcus decided to rap up the conversation.
"They are incredibly dangerous and if you ever have to fight one always remember that their physical power is what sets them apart from warriors and the such. They don't have the power to fight us back. Mages are strong but only at a range."
"Other than that their is a few small details that don't matter as much but overall I think that should be enough to give you a grasp on the situation."
"Why are you teaching me all of this?" Rick said in a confused voice.
Marcus seemed to remain silent for quite awhile before nodding to himself and began to speak.
" I believe you have talent no matter what the field you go into. It's a strange intuition but I feel like you are incredibly talented. Whether that be you being a possible god chosen or just physically dexterous. You would make a great warrior or rouge and I don't even know about god chosen."
"I just know that you may be a good seedling to nurture. So what do you say?"
"What do you mean 'what do you say?'?"
"Why not let me nurture you. Why not let me pay for your tuition at the local garrison. You can live here with me until you finish basic training and are introduced into the garrison."
"And if you don't pass you could always just go back to living in the streets or crash at my place until you get a job. I don't mind and I have the space." He said while gesturing to the mildly spacious cottage he stayed in.
It was humble with maybe only a few spare spaces for a small sleeping bag to lay but it was more than enough for Rick.
" I accept. When do I begin?"
"How about now?" Marcus said as he cracked his knuckles in a 'Friendly' manner. "It takes great strength to be a warrior, let's test out your physical skills."