"Hope I am not disturbing you."
"Not at all, I'm not busy right now, haha." Blake had no idea who might be banging on the door, but he really didn't expect it to be Wells besides the little orange-haired girl who kept looking at him with an intimidating face as she walked away and hid behind her grandfather.
"I see the tree is still in perfect condition, that reassures me." Wells took a quick look around him as he nodded several times.
"You should not worry, the Sharance tree is in good hands."
"I hope so, but I didn't come here just for that, you should already know about the problem the town is going through and I heard that you had a meeting with the one responsible for everything, right?" For a moment, Blake thought he was referring to the boy he had hit earlier, but after thinking it over he realized that Wells was probably talking about the raccoon that attacked him the other day. "Yes, and if you ask me, I think you should be careful with him, last time I was lucky that he escaped, or else I would have been in a bad situation."
"For that very reason I'm going all over town to warn the others, but in your case, I came to ask you personally if you could take care of that raccoon yourself." That took Blake a little by surprise.
"Me?"
"Yeah, don't think I didn't know what happened to that runic, if you can take care of someone like that, a raccoon shouldn't be a big deal, right?"
'Come to think of it, I think that raccoon was stronger than him, what was his name? Boa? Mei? It doesn't really matter that much.' Blake didn't think too much about it and said something that Wells was glad to hear. "I had already planned to accept the request; I realized that the whole town was affected and I would like to do at least this to thank for the reception I had in the town."
"That makes me relax a bit, from the information we have we could deduce that it most likely has its hiding place somewhere in the Privera forest, but we don't know exactly where, if you really take charge, this information can be useful to you."
"It is, I hadn't thought where to look, besides I only know what it looks like." It seemed that at least he had a place to start looking.
"From what we know, it's most likely an E-class monster, but Shino told me that you saw it using wind magic, so maybe it's a variant of its species, you shouldn't underestimate it either." And that itself was something new for Blake.
"Class?"
"Yes, it is a simple way to measure the strength of monsters, for example, in the Privera forest you can find mostly F class monsters and rarely E, they are not too strong, and very few can use magic, but if their strength and abilities increase, their class also grows successively indicating how dangerous they can be."
"I see."
"Of course, I'm not asking you to jump to your death, you must be sure of your strength and know when to retreat, I don't want Shara to be mad at me, haha."
"Haha..." Only a nervous laugh escaped Blake at the mayor's comment, but he really appreciated the information he just received as the system seemed to benefit from it.
[Now you can see the class to which the monsters belong.]
'I guess it's useful.' And while Blake was busy with his thoughts, Monica's own voice reached his ears.
"Grandpa, are you sure he can do it? I don't think he can even fight an ant."
"Hahaha! You should have a little more trust in him, right, Blake?"
"Yes..." Blake tried to put on an amused expression since Wells was there, but that didn't stop him from thinking about what he really wanted to say. 'Has this girl never seen an ant? They are almost as big as her.'
"It's really reassuring to have the young generation around here, I'm too old to deal with these kinds of problems now." Wells gave a tired sigh to emphasize that even more.
"Don't say that, Grandpa! You are the most powerful in the world, I'm sure you can take care of that raccoon with just one finger!" Monica disagreed with her grandfather since she firmly believed what she had just said.
"Hahaha, maybe it's true!... Anyway, that was all I had to say, we don't want to take up any more of your time, have a good night, Blake. Come on, Monica, say goodbye." Hesitating for a few seconds, Monica ended up approaching Blake and looking at him with a face as if she was seeing her worst enemy only to speak the next second.
"Goodbye, I hope you don't become raccoon food; You'll only make its stomach hurt."
'This midget just wants to piss me off.' Blake caught Monica's defiant look and returned it to her.
"Well, I hope good news from you in the next few days, maybe you should go with Gaius to find good battle gear." Right after those words, both the mayor and his granddaughter left Blake alone again while he thought about the pending things that he had to review.
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"Let's see, first I have to leave in the trunk the things that don't matter at the moment." Once everything had been classified and his inventory cleansed, he took the first thing that he had to investigate. "Let's see if it works this too."
[Learned Recipe: Croquettes.]
[Learned Recipe: Cookie.]
[Learned Recipe: Masu Trout Sashimi.]
"Perfect... Although I don't think I can cook them." Those notifications had just arrived by the time he finished reading each of the recipes that Raven had given him earlier and realized that he didn't have the necessary tools and ingredients to cook them, thus crossing off one of their unfinished businesses. "Next is this."
{Wet boots. Level 1.
They are slippery and it is easy to fall with them. Increases critical chance.
-5 INT when equipped
Selling Price: 90G}
With not much enthusiasm, he opted to try on that pair of boots only for a single thought to pop into his head.
'Yuck.' Removing the effect that it increased the crits he could take or that his intelligence dropped by five points, the only thing that was on Blake's mind was the uncomfortable feeling in his feet. Those boots had a peculiar design to say the least, they seemed to be made entirely of leaves generating interest for anyone, but once they were on his feet, the only sensation they produced was like having your socks completely soaked. "I already understand why they are called wet boots and I am not going to use them anymore; It will be another thing to I put in the shipping box."
But just the moment he tried to take a step while Blake was wearing those boots, he was greeted with open arms by the hardness of the floor the next instant.
"I think that was my fault..." Removing those demonic items from his feet, he checked off another item on his to-do list and turned his attention to the next.