Creating the Infantry Guard

(By popular demand, the permanent character creation has been moved forward. It won't conflict with the later plot, so please feel free to read on!)

The harvest from the trip to the cemetery, combined with the remainder from creating Clinton, left Donald feeling incredibly excited about having over five hundred units of soul power.

However, since it would be several hours until dawn after returning home, and fearing he might disturb the steward Code next door and be unable to explain himself, Donald had to suppress the urge to create new subordinates immediately, tossing and turning in bed until he finally fell asleep.

The next morning, a groggy Donald was awakened by the steward.

After serving Donald breakfast, Code and Clinton took the spoils from yesterday's hunt and headed to the town market to sell them.

Once they left, Donald hurriedly opened the Book of Truth and summoned two more Human Footmen. Following Clinton's precedent, he named them George and Bush respectively.

It wasn't that Donald didn't want to create higher-tier units; it was just that while his soul power reserves met the standard for creating Tier 3 units, he lacked the Tier 3 Magic Cores and Elemental Crystals required as energy, so he had no choice but to create two footmen first.

The strength of Tier 2 footmen was already powerful enough for him at the moment. With three footmen to protect him, he was quite confident in hunting Tier 3 magic beasts with Black Iron-rank strength, and he even felt capable of defeating Tier 4 magic beasts that could rival Bronze-rank powerhouses.

Although the laws of the Kingdom forbade private armed forces for nobles without a fief, there were always ways around it; playing the edge by hiring them as bodyguards was acceptable.

Currently, he only had three Knight Attendants, yet their strength surpassed the entire twelve-man militia guard of Red Maple Town.

Even though his guard was small in number now, as long as he had enough soul power and energy, summoning an entire infantry legion in the future was a distinct possibility!

With two more powerful Knight Attendants appearing, Donald brushed off the steward with the same excuse. Although Code was suspicious, he chose to remain silent, understanding his young master's urgency. After all, the coming-of-age ceremony was approaching, and as the last heir of the Merlin Family, Donald had to prepare for the knight examination; if he failed, he would lose his chance to become a formal noble forever.

Therefore, he could understand anything that helped his young master.

Over the next five short days, with the help of his three heavy-armored footmen and the continuously summoned creatures, Donald hunted no fewer than twenty low-level magic beasts. Although Tier 1 beasts made up the majority, he also obtained five Tier 2 crystals and two Tier 3 crystals—those from the very species of magic beast that had caused the previous Donald's death: two lone Wind-Chasing Wolves.

Ordinary Wind-Chasing Wolves did not possess the strength of the Tier 4 magic beast that had been driven out of the pack, but as the vanguard of the pack, Tier 3 Magic Wolves were not something average hunters or Adventurers could handle.

To this end, Donald had to waste three Tier 2 crystals to summon three Tier 2 wild monsters, Lightning Lizards, which possessed paralyzing damage, just to finish off the two ferocious magic wolves.

To date, Donald had hunted a total of twenty-one low-level magic beasts. The carcasses alone earned him over one hundred and fifty Gold Sol. This was only because Donald didn't know the market and was in a rush to sell; otherwise, a shrewd merchant could have sold them for at least double that price.

Excluding the crystals used, he had eleven Tier 1 crystals and two Tier 2 crystals remaining. He hadn't been willing to use the two Tier 3 crystals, so he kept them all.

Tier 3 magic beasts were already hard to encounter on the outskirts of the Green Cloak Forest; those two Wind-Chasing Wolves had only wandered to the periphery to hunt by accident, making these two Tier 3 crystals his greatest trump card.

However, the source of his soul power remained unresolved. This kept his number of subordinates stuck at three footmen, with no increase at all.

During his hunting trips, he had also made a trip to the large cemetery outside Giant Stone City at night, but the harvest was not even as good as the Red Maple Town cemetery. He only dealt with two newly awakened low-level Skeletons, earning less than fifty units of soul power. Even if he hadn't intervened, those undead creatures wouldn't have escaped the purification of a Priest.

This was because Giant Stone City was the capital of North Shire, home to a formal Temple of the Goddess of Agriculture, with many Priests and a local Bishop presiding—not comparable to the small Shrine in Red Maple Town.

Moreover, the large cemetery was mostly filled with the ancestors of the noble class; how could they allow mutations to occur there?

This was a good thing, though; the Merlin Family cemetery was also there, and he didn't want his ancestors to mutate into undead creatures one day, only to be destroyed and left without a grave.

With the means to summon creatures with the strength of Tier 3 magic beasts at any time, ordinary warriors and hunters were no match for him. Even mysterious spellcasting professions like Elemental Mages, as long as they were not above Tier 3, were opponents Donald was confident he could defeat.

Comparing the many creatures in the Warcraft game settings, not to mention the intelligent units of various races, there were enough powerful wild monsters for him to summon.

He had no intention of summoning the humanoid units from the four major races in front of outsiders, unless he summoned them permanently in advance. Whether it was ordinary Night Elves, Orcs, or the taboo Undead, they were all things that could not see the light of day.

After all, although Summoners were pitifully rare, they did exist in the world. Whether from rumors or records in books, he had never heard of a Summoner being able to summon the humans, elves, dwarves, or orcs of this world. And if the humans he summoned suddenly disappeared in public, how would he explain that?

However, the non-humanoid units of those races would not pose such a risk if revealed.

Still, to avoid causing a sensation, Donald decided it was better to be cautious, lest he be discovered by some evil high-level Professional and captured for experimentation.

Donald had realized clearly that his magical summoning ability came from the artifact in his mind, the Book of Truth. Once he lost this artifact, or ran out of crystals and other materials, he would immediately revert to his original state: just an ordinary human boy whom any untrained strong man could easily crush.

Therefore, to better integrate into this world, Donald decided to choose a true combat profession for himself.

The most powerful beings in this world were not the powerless nobles, or even the kings of nations, but the churches of the gods and the rare, high-level and top-tier Professionals.

Of course, some noble lords and royal family members were themselves powerful combat Professionals. The noble groups, with their systematic education and heritage, basically encompassed over seventy percent of the world's high-level Professionals, especially in professions like Mages, which were rare, powerful, and required deep knowledge.

This was something the vast commoner class could never compare to.

According to the previous owner's memories, his grandfather, who had passed away when he was under four years old, had once taken him to a Mage in the city for a potential test. The result was that he had decent elemental affinity, but his mental potential was too low; otherwise, he would have been perfect for becoming an Elemental Mage.

But now, Donald knew that mental power could be improved later in life. This world possessed magical alchemical potions that could raise the cap of one's mental power, and the item exchange section of the Book of Truth also contained magical items that could enhance mental power and even the soul's origin.

Compared to the high-level alchemical potions he had only heard rumors about—which were worth ten thousand gold and were impossible to find—the items in the Book of Truth were undoubtedly easier to obtain. As long as he had enough energy crystals, Donald was certain that even exchanging for divine artifacts in the future was not a delusion!

Therefore, the profession Donald chose for himself was to become a Mage. Compared to other combat professions that required massive physical training and years of time to achieve success, a spellcaster not only had an advantage in status but could also achieve rapid success with the help of the Book of Truth in his hands!

According to his past life's understanding, Mages were a money-burning profession. Donald realized that although he had earned quite a bit of money from hunting magic beasts these days, it was still far from enough to reach his goal.

Furthermore, the old house was not large to begin with, and after Clinton and the other two men moved in, the space became even more crowded. He needed a separate space to prepare for becoming a Mage, and the three footmen also needed a place for their routine training.

Because from the moment they descended, they became flesh-and-blood humans of this world who needed to eat and sleep, just like normal warriors. If they didn't train, their strength might regress.

Therefore, buying a larger place to live was imperative. Besides, as a noble, there was also a need to maintain appearances.

Waking up this morning, Donald, having temporarily accumulated enough crystals, did not plan to enter the forest to hunt magic beasts again; he had more important things to do.

After breakfast, he handed the scattered Gold Sol in his hand to old Code to purchase supplies and improve their home life. Thinking of the mix of heartache and joy on steward Code's face when he first saw him dragging two massive carcasses back alone, Donald felt a warmth in his heart.

Taking fifty Gold Sol and a dozen Silver Moon, accompanied by Clinton and the others, Donald headed to Giant Stone City, the closest city to Red Maple Town.

Red Maple Town was only one of the three major towns surrounding Giant Stone City. Although it was wealthy, it was not enough to attract those mysterious and noble Mages to stay.

"To obtain a Mage's heritage, besides becoming an apprentice to a Mage at the Mage Association in the city, the only other way is to buy some introductory Mage books at the magic item shops in the city."

These were the pieces of information Donald had analyzed by combining his own knowledge with the conversations he had overheard from the adventurous travelers in the town taverns.

Self-study for a profession like a Mage was extremely difficult. Only those who had received a good education and possessed genius-level talent had any chance of achieving success.

However, Donald had no choice but to select this method, for the secrets he carried were far too astonishing. Without the strength to protect himself, coming into contact with powerful and mysterious mages risked exposing his peculiarities. With the miraculous effects of the Book of Truth, those magical summoned items would surely give him a high chance of at least entering the path as a mage apprentice.

Riding in a carriage belonging to a town shopkeeper heading into the city to restock, the four of them swayed along the road for over three hours before finally arriving outside the gates of Giant Stone City. This was only possible thanks to the carriage; had he traveled on foot, his current stamina would have left him completely exhausted by the time he reached the city.

It seems I really ought to acquire a carriage. Carriages or fine horses are indispensable for the travels of nobles, and some knights or high-ranking aristocrats even take pride in raising a purebred steed. As a young noble from a knightly family, having no carriage and being forced to hire rides or walk everywhere is truly beneath my station!

Thinking this, Donald followed the carriage into Giant Stone City, a place he had not visited for several years according to his memories.

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