He entered the office, and he found the short man poring over a long scroll covered in graffiti that looked like a madman. I can't understand it!

Oron looked up. "Come in."

It was a little late, but he went in anyway and sat down in that odd low-backed chair. "Hi," he said.

Oron carefully rolled up the scroll and set it aside. He was engrossed in looking at him, looking a lot like a professor listening to his students. "How can I help you?"

"Well," he began, "like you said, my vitality has increased a lot. Now I have to raise my level. Augustine says I should find my way, but when the choice is so vague, what do I do? ”

"I see."

How would a gaming person know what he's talking about? Sadly, there is no one else to ask about Sef. Awesome Dude is not live yet. Uncle Finn is still on the go.

How long is Finn going to be gone? There's a lot going on right now. What if he makes the wrong choice? What if he messes everything up? Without Finn, it felt like he was clumsy in the dark.

"I will congratulate you on your hard work," Oren said. "I know there's incredible potential as an outsider, but it's impressive how much you've improved in such a short amount of time."

The compliment was a complete accident.

He didn't know how to respond. Should I say thank you? Is this polite practice? No one ever told him that he was doing a great job or that he was impressive. He suddenly had a strange feeling.

"I also see that you have the favor of the Valkyries." Ole

The eyes fell on his wrist, the bracelet was placed there, relaxed, and the leader smiled pleasantly.

Saf even forgot that he was still wearing it. "yes, they gave it to me after I fought the Chosen One."

"I see. Given your efforts, I do have something to offer you. But before I pass it on, let's address your second question about your class progress. Please tell me your options. ”

He was willing to help, great! Sef quickly read the words on the window.

"It says I have a choice

A "becomes a shield to protect allies", or B "becomes a force of nature, fighting alongside allies". That's what I said. ”

"Isn't it? Oren cocked up his fingers. "Isn't that enough?"

"What do you mean?"

"That should tell you everything you need to know."

Oren explained. It's all in the description. Do you want to protect, or do you want to fight? Do you want to guard, or do you want to become stronger? Which one appeals to you more? ”

"But the last one doesn't sound like a therapist at all."

"It's still an extension of the rank you have now. That is, it will have healing powers. "About this is ...

Well, that makes sense. But it's weird. Are these things usually known to people who play games?

"How do you know?" He asked.

"Logic." Oron tapped his temple with his slender forefinger. "Even in the midst of the impossibility that exists in the outside world, there is order and reason. That's what I've observed.

From the skills you already know, to your so-called 'class', you all have a common path to progress. Therefore, I can confidently tell you that a high 'profession' of a pastor will not leave those marches. It may seem a little different, but it will eventually become a powerful healer. ”

It was a very wordy answer that hurt him a lot. He roughly understood what Oron was saying.

"So both are able to heal, but the second one is more about fighting," he said slowly, muttering to himself. "But if the first one is about shielding and protecting, isn't that a more powerful healer than the second?"

"It depends on what you think a strong therapist is."

There is nothing to rely on. A shield is more likely to keep people alive than better offensive skills. It's a fact. Saf has seen how they work. It does repel people and arrows. If he wants to be stronger and better protect his team, then this is the career he needs to choose.

He looked at the bay window and raised his hand to choose. But before his fingertips could touch the screen, he stopped. Is this really the way to go?

"You're thinking too much," Oren said. "The choice comes from your heart."

"If I want to protect my team, shouldn't I choose the first one?"

"It should have nothing to do with it. It's not about what you should do, it's about what you want to do. Go your own way, Sev. ”

What do I want? What does he want? Well, he wants to help others. He thought of the orphanage, of the dozens of seriously injured children. He thought of the brave men and women who had put out the fire and did everything in their power to save every child inside. He remembered waiting outside the ruins for the next person to come out. Wait for him when he needs it. Although all those who came out were healed by him, there were still dead inside.

A groove was dug in his forehead.

Then there's the dungeon run. The battle at Fort Valkyrie. The main thing is that he kept his team alive. He resurrected the fallen. But again, most of the time he stays behind the others, waiting for the time when he is needed. He could only look at the backs of his teammates and watch them fight.

Isn't that what healers are like? Even Orion did not participate in the battle

Sef looked at both options again.

Scribe of the Moon: Become a shield to protect your allies

War Dancer: Become a force of nature that fights alongside your allies

What does he want?

He wants to be stronger, like Awesome Dude. That crazy player is not afraid of anything. He hadn't even blinked an eye before. He rushed straight into the fire.

Sef wants to be like that.

He didn't want to stay and wait. He didn't want to watch his friends fight for him. What he wants is the courage to go to the soup in person. Sev raised a hand and knocked firmly on one of the options. It was his choice.

The system erupted into a melodious melody. Cries of victory filled the air around him.

Congratulations, Sev! You have successfully promoted your class to Battle Da

ce

！

You've learned new skills!

You've learned: Earth Dance

You've learned: Sky Dance

"Did you choose?" Oron asked.

"I did."

"Which one?"

"War Dancer." How powerful the words themselves sound. Any doubts vanished. That's who he wants to be.

Oron smiled faintly. "Now that you've chosen, you'll need a new weapon, so wait a minute." He got up from his desk and walked over to a shelf in his office.

It occurred to him that Oron must have prepared these things beforehand, as if he knew his choice?

His fingers flexed over his knees, and a warm current spread across his chest.

No matter how things get to this point, he can't deny that he is doing his part. They were taking care of him, more than he expected. Not even his own family made such an effort.

"Here." Instead of putting it on the table, Oron came over and handed it to me personally. There's a black coat folded up, and something that looks like a closed folding fan. They are made of silver metal, and each metal rib is sharpened to a lethal point. There is no doubt that they were designed as weapons. A fan of someone? These are his new weapons? It was definitely not his expectation, but anyway, they were a million times better than a broken branch! Ha.

He carefully took the entire package, but his heart was buzzing with excitement.

"Thank you."

"Of course." Oron took a step back to give him some space.

Not even a minute,

He's wearing his new coat. Sleeveless, it fits well

Loosely draped over a tunic and trousers he already weared

and fell to his knees. A loose rope at the waist can be tied

It opens. Looks cooler.

Then, he picked up the fan and held it in one hand. Although it was the first time I came into contact with it, there was an inexplicable sense of familiarity. With a slight movement of the wrist, it opened.

Each rib is shining with silver and the tip is extremely sharp. The material between them looks like a thin black fabric with an outer edge covered with a layer of silver filaments. It also looks dangerous, but you don't know how dangerous it is if you haven't tried it.

Wow, that's great, close it. They fold up in an instant and turn into a compact fan that can be easily tucked into the belt.

He bounced them open, enjoying the whoosh sound. After admiring the smooth metal ribs and hard black fabric of the i's sleek metal for a moment, he snapped shut.

Dude, they sound fantastic. He repeated the process several more times before the leader cleared his throat.

It suddenly occurred to me that he was not alone. Ah. He might have gotten a little carried away there. He placed the war fan in his inventory.

"I'm sorry," he said embarrassedly. "They're really cool." "I'm glad you like them," Orion said politely. His gaze flashed and landed on the door.

"Ah, Morn. Good timing. ”

He leaned against the doorframe with that very pleasant smile on his face that made Sef creep a creepy smile. "Looks like our little therapist has grown up."

"I'm not small," he replied. I'm at least a few inches taller than Maune.

At the same time, Oren's gaze turned to Sef. "Mauss mentioned that you were going to the lair. Is that right? ”

"He did?" He tilted his head. He didn't mention it to Maughan. Or does he have it?

"I did?" Morn spoke almost at the same time as him. He raised an eyebrow at Oron, who just glanced back at him. Maughan cleared his throat. "Ah, yes. I think I did! ”

"Well?" Oron poked lightly.

"Well, that's the next mission," Sef admitted, "but I was going to wait for my friend ......"

"Excellent," Oron interjected smoothly. "There are quite a few resources out there, I'll make a list, and if you find them, help me collect them, I'd be grateful."

After getting Ox B's, a cool new coat and weapon, Sef couldn't say no at all. And this is also the game arranged

"Okay."

"Yes, that place is a corrupt hell. It doesn't work like a normal dungeon. If you need help in that place, Sev, I can't go. The contents remember me, and I will only intensify their offense. ”

"We can send Wello

," Oren suggested. "He hadn't been there before."

Maughan nodded slowly. "Well, that's fine. Wello anyway

You can exercise it. ”

"Okay. I'll inform Agadi. ”

"Let's go on, Sev?"

He secretly suspects that whether he likes it or not, he will be pushed into the chosen lair.

He made a silent plea to Awesome Dude. Please log in as soon as possible!