BXBX NOVEL Chapter 173 Golden Age
"Then again, she is a sword user, so she does fit the main requirement of the subclass." Noticing the smile on Alfaera\'s face turn into a light smirk, Valyr could not help but inwardly snicker, expectant of what was going to happen next.
In the meantime, after hearing her name be called, Myst went up the platform in slight confusion, oblivious to what was currently happening. Nevertheless, that obliviousness instantly disappeared when Alfaera gave the Subclass Change Scroll to her, causing Myst\'s eyes to widen in surprise as she used [Analysis] on it.
"Is this real…?" Myst could not help but ask the woman in front of her in shock. After all, the rarest subclass she had seen before was Tristan\'s subclass, being Rare grade. Though she was ecstatic to finally get a subclass of her own, she knew for a fact that a subclass like this was way out of her league
In response, Alfaera placed her hand on Myst\'s shoulder before lightly smiling. "It is. Valyr, me, and a few other people have been debating on who to give the scroll to, with the most important requirement being a sword user that would always help the village at a time of need."
"Are you not that kind of person, Myst?"
"But to get a subclass like this…" Myst looked down at the floor in silence before looking back at Alfaera. Seeing the confident smile Alfaera was donning, she eventually let out a sigh before nodding.
"I\'ll try my best to be worthy of this subclass." Hearing these words come out of Myst\'s mouth, the smile on Alfaera turned wider as she nodded in agreement.
"You don\'t have to try, Myst. You already are." Alfaera chuckled. "After all, you\'re the fastest sword user in the village. If you\'re not worthy of the subclass, then who is?"
Chuckling in response to her words, Myst lightly nodded as she thanked Alfaera for the opportunity. Then, without hesitation, she used the scroll on herself, causing her body to radiate a multitude of colors not long after.
In the midst of this transformation, Alfaera shifted her gaze back to the now curious crowd as she explained what was happening. "This woman standing beside me is the one that shall protect Astarto Village\'s new age of prosperity."
Confused as to what she meant by that, the crowd stared at her, waiting for her to further explain.
"Though I\'ve mentioned that the scroll contains a subclass, I haven\'t mentioned the subclass specifically." As these words came out of her mouth, Alfaera grinned.
"The subclass that Myst is obtaining from the scroll is called the Perennial Blademaster subclass, a subclass made by the maker of the dungeon to be given to the village for the sake of its prosperity."
"Aside from the fact that it\'s a subclass that would only shine under the hands of a blade user, which in this case, our friend Myst here uses a sword, it\'s a subclass that starts at the Rare grade."
Hearing that the subclass started at Rare, a part of the crowd could not help but gasp in shock, wondering how strong a person with a Rare grade subclass would be. However, this shock only intensified once Alfaera continued with her explanation, with some even getting the feeling of wanting to faint.
"However, its limits doesn\'t stop there. Aside from starting at the Rare grade, it has the capability to grow, eventually reaching the ever-elusive Legendary grade!" At this point, the crowd was deafeningly silent, all of them processing the words spoken by Alfaera.
However, once they did, the crowd went into an uproar, all of them feeling a sense of security now that there was a person in the village that had the strength to protect them from the monster tides, as well as those beyond it.
Capitalizing on the excitement the crowd felt towards the future of the village, Alfaera opened her mouth once more. "With the future guardian of Astarto Village and its beacon of hope working together, let us welcome a new chapter to the village\'s history."
"It\'s time for the village to enter its golden age!"
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Algerie Kingdom, Algerie City.
Within the capital of the kingdom was a building whose size did not pale in comparison to the royal palace, spanning five stories tall as its exquisite architecture made it a spot that all newcomers to the kingdom would come to admire. However, past its astonishing exterior contained some of the world\'s most elite craftsmen, all of them legends in their own respective fields.
This building was none other than the headquarters of the Imperial Production Guild, specifically the Algerie Kingdom\'s branch of the guild.
Inside one of its corridors, a man that looked to be in his thirties with a slightly sparse head of silver hair could not help but adorn an expression of slight nervousness as he walked through the corridor, his gaze fixated towards the double door at the end that exuded a feeling of grandeur.
"Shouldn\'t the head of the kingdom\'s branch be the one to introduce something like this to the Imperial Production Guild?" the man murmured, channeling his rage towards the person that was supposed to be in his place. "I\'m just the head of a town branch, for crying out loud!"
"Then again, my branch was the one who discovered him in the first place…" After spewing out a few profanities in a hushed tone, the man eventually regained composure, letting out a sigh as he stood in front of the double door.
Lightly gulping, he took in a deep breath before opening the door, instantly being greeted by the sight of elderly men in raised seats, circling the center of the room in a wide arc. However, rather than feel relief at the fact that elderly men were looking at him, the man instead felt even greater pressure, sensing the tyrannical aura emanating from each of their bodies.
Taking in a deep breath once more to calm his nerves, he then moved forward to the center of the room, allowing the elderly men in their seats to scrutinize his appearance as he gave them a respectful bow.
Clearing his throat, the man then opened his mouth. "Greetings, elders of the Imperial Production Guild. My name is Nathaniel Forgers, the head of Danyhris Town\'s Blacksmith Guild branch."
"I have come under the behest of Julian Pyrrhia, the head of Algerie Kingdom\'s Blacksmith Guild branch, to inform the elders of a discovery the Blacksmith Guild has made."
"Speak, Nathaniel Forgers. What is it that you wish to inform the Council?" One of the elders said in response, prompting Nathaniel to take in another deep breath before letting out a sigh.
Then, with a solemn gaze, he looked at the elders one by one before opening his mouth.
"The Blacksmith Guild has found a worthy candidate for the Four Pillars\' Inheritance."