After interrogating the group of God-Indifferents, Truth now knew that many Blasphemers were hiding on the Dea Plateau, aiming to ruin her future cooperation with Wangsheng City.
There was no specific reason for it; they simply hated the gods.
‘I should pay a bit more attention to this later…’
However, Truth did manage to squeeze out some good news.
There were indeed factions within Wangsheng City that wanted to establish friendly relations with Deya City.
This meant that establishing trade in the future was not impossible.
It seemed she would need to find some time to head to Wangsheng City to discuss business.
Then there was Anderson, who continued to work in the black market despite having thousands of gold coins in his pocket.
Truth did not care what he was planning. She only knew that he was currently a good candidate to test the intensity of the Rank 2 Mist.
“Have you decided on your class yet? If you don’t make a choice, you’ll be stuck at Level 29 forever and won’t be able to reach Rank 3.”
On the way back to Deya City, Truth sat leisurely inside the carriage and asked Anderson, who was driving.
“I decided just two weeks ago. I’m going to be a Ranger.”
“Oh? You like the kiting playstyle? I wouldn’t have guessed.”
“No, it’s because they can run away faster,” Anderson gave Truth an unexpected answer.
“I’ve researched many classes and found that once most of them lose a fight, it’s basically impossible to escape. The only exceptions are Rangers, Scouts, and Assassins. These three classes have very strong survival capabilities and don’t rely as heavily on teammates as others. As for why I chose Ranger, I felt that the room for error as an Assassin was too low. One mistake and it’s ‘see you in the next reincarnation.'”
For Anderson, the black market companions he frequently dealt with could never be fully trusted.
Betrayal halfway through a job was common, so he could not place his safety in their hands.
Furthermore, the incredible mobility provided by the Ranger class, along with various Scout and Sin-Concealment skills, made it perfect for someone like him who needed to move around constantly.
“It seems you aren’t very interested in combat,” Truth remarked.
“That’s right. I’m only interested in the rewards obtained after the battle.”
“But aren’t you already quite wealthy? Wouldn’t it be nice to live out your life peacefully with several thousand gold coins? You aren’t secretly brewing some grand scheme, are you?”
“Can I… not answer that? All I can say is that I’m short on money—so short that I don’t even know how much I’ll eventually need. And time is pressing…”
“An unlimited need for money? Then why are you still doing business in the black market? You should lead an uprising to overthrow the old regime and establish an administrative power. Then, you could hold the minting rights and the army in your hands. That would be much more efficient.”
Overthrow the old regime? Anderson fell silent.
Although the suggestion from the Saintess behind him was indeed good, had she forgotten that the “old regime” she spoke of, the Silvia Royal Family, was supported by her own Church?
Besides, one had to act within their means.
He had neither background nor strength; how could he possibly fight against the Silvia Royal Family, which was backed by the Church of the Goddess of Life?
“That’s a total fantasy, Priestess,” Anderson sighed.
“If you tell me about your troubles, perhaps I can give you a hand.”
‘Is it a dream unrelated to power and strength?’
Truth was becoming a bit curious. In her knowledge, the only creatures that needed countless gold coins were Silver Dragons.
After all, Silver Dragons were the type of creatures whose strength grew as their hoard increased.
Then there were the pieces of equipment forged from Silver Dragon materials, such as the Silver Dragon Breastplate made from scales.
As long as the wearer’s wealth was sufficient, even a Rare-grade Silver Dragon Breastplate had the potential to touch the threshold of the Extraordinary grade.
Therefore, Silver Dragon equipment was the top choice for the wealthy elite. But what was this runaway Ranger, Anderson, aiming for?
“Really? I’m afraid you’ll laugh at me once I say it…” Anderson was suddenly a bit tempted.
If he could truly get help from this woman, who was both the Life Saintess and a young miss from a great family, then his dream might not be so ethereal!
“Speak freely. I never laugh at a person with a dream.”
“All right then. Actually, I’ve always wanted to…” Anderson took a deep breath and replied seriously, “I’ve always wanted to become a world-renowned collector, a Legend-rank Treasure Hunter! I want to put all the rarest treasures in the world into my private gallery and build a massive commercial empire of my own! I’ll make those who looked down on me…”
“Tsk.”
“Huh?” Before Anderson could finish describing his dream, Truth let out a light sound of disdain.
This made Anderson turn around in surprise to look at her. “Didn’t you say you wouldn’t laugh at me?”
No, the Priestess wasn’t laughing; she was looking down on him.
“No, listen to me first. The reason I want to do this is because during my childhood, I experienced a…”
“Forget it. Just focus on driving.”
Truth directly interrupted Anderson’s emotional explanation.
She thought this guy had some grand dream, but it turned out to be nothing more than a simple obsession with wealth and treasure collecting.
He had no higher pursuit at all!
If he had said he wanted to increase his strength to reach the High-Rank, Truth might have nodded and offered some free sponsorship.
She could only say that this man’s level of consciousness wasn’t high enough.
One had to know that in this world, strength was everything; wealth and everything else were merely byproducts.
Once your level was high enough, all sorts of treasures and fame would come rolling in on their own.
Truth felt it was boring. ‘Anderson, you can work hard on your own. Though, the Treasure Hunter dream is okay. Maybe he’ll dig up something I’m interested in later.’
But that was a matter for the future, so she would worry about it then.
“Fine…” Anderson sighed. It made sense; a young miss from a great family could never understand him.
How could someone who ate their fill every day understand a person at the bottom of society who went hungry for nine meals over three days?
Anderson hadn’t wanted to tell Truth his dream because he was afraid she wouldn’t cooperate with him in the future.
After all, Truth was from a great family, and her family was likely already at the height of its power in the free market.
If he truly rose up in the future, he would become their competitor. It was understandable why she wouldn’t support a future rival.
‘I hate rich people…’
‘But I will absolutely not give up easily. Just you wait!’
As midnight approached, the two finally returned to the gates of Deya City.
As soon as Truth stepped out of the carriage, she found that the area near the Mist entrance was covered with Adventurers. They were all waiting for the Mist to open.
“So many people? This is a bit unexpected…” Truth noticed that besides the Adventurers from Deya City, many from other cities had rushed here overnight.
It seemed she would need to create two more gates to divert the flow. She would set them up tonight. Then, as Truth was leaving, she casually tossed a few gold coins to Anderson.
“Here’s a task for you. Meet me here at the city gate tomorrow morning. I want you to take me into the Mist to play around for a bit. You’re already over Level 20, so you should be able to protect me, right? Here, I’ll give you the reward in advance.”
“Uh… I thought you wouldn’t cooperate with me anymore.” Anderson was slightly stunned as he caught the gold coins.
“Are you talking about me looking down on your dream? I’ll be blunt: a small fry like you won’t be able to threaten me in this lifetime. You can do whatever you want; I don’t care. I’m only cooperating with you because you’re convenient and useful.”
“If you want me to respect you, then do something big to show me!”