The Elves Went to War!

"Report! Report! Report!..."

Hurried footsteps rang out, and then a young boy rushed into the room in a panic, startling Ugly Monkey, who was studying the Common Language. He looked up at the boy and shot him an irritated glare. Since the boy's father had once helped him, Ugly Monkey felt awkward scolding him too harshly and could only reprimand him, "What do you think you're doing, running around in a panic?"

"What happened to your training?"

"Are you going to act like this in battle, too? You don't have any of the composure a rogue should have!"

Among all the classes.

Rogues faced the greatest tests of mental fortitude. Outstanding rogues operated on the front lines, scouting, assassinating, and exploring. They naturally fought at close quarters with short weapons, and the nature of their class meant they encountered danger more often than other professionals. So much time had passed in the blink of an eye. After graduating from the temple's training camp, Ugly Monkey had begun taking on a few apprentices and personally teaching them rogue skills. Although he was still under twenty, he acted and spoke with an air of seasoned authority, and he enjoyed considerable prestige among Port Nyanzaru's younger generation.

He was a rogue with an excellent chance of entering the legendary domain in Port Nyanzaru.

Even Lord Soren, Port Nyanzaru's absolute ruler, knew his name.

After a few reprimands from Ugly Monkey, the young man's face flushed crimson. He was only sixteen or seventeen, after all, and his mental fortitude was still lacking. Ugly Monkey looked at him and sighed, then closed the book in his hands and asked slowly, "What happened?"

"What do you think you're doing, panicking like this?"

His expression remained sour after he finished speaking, though his apprentice was not entirely