Chapter Eleven: The Castle
Benign could already imagine what he'd do if he found a fellow Legal Systemist. Easy. Avoid them as much as he could. As Legal said, they were just as capable as he was.
If they had stay longer than he had, they'd
This was a new environment and in his current state, he'd been disadvantaged twice. He had no idea how lucky the others had been with their skills, so they might be better.
Benign stopped his thinking and checked his wounds, they were all gone. It had taken a while for his level 5 Regeneration to catch up to level 6 Dark Miasma burns.
"Not bad."
[Now, go on ahead and finish your mission.]
Benign rolled his eyes. He held unto the doorknob to force his legs to stand. Before he could fully stand, he felt someone pull him up.
"Thanks, Ston." He faced him and the elf looked both confused, annoyed and impressed.
