"Whew, we finally took a town."
Little Knife sat on a tree stump outside the Earth Mother Goddess Church in Doro Town, clad in armor with his legs spread wide. Casual, careless, and unkempt, he looked nothing like the leader of a warband.
"Have you checked with everyone? How many people did our warband lose in this battle?"
Standing beside him, Barbarossa wore only a green army coat and a Lei Feng Hat, with no armor. With hands on hips, Barbarossa answered without turning around.
"How the fuck should I know? Don't ask me. I'm not your warband adjutant."
"Huh? Didn't we get the results of the warband vote a couple of days ago? I remember you got the job..."
"I got the scoutmaster position. My job is to go out in front and die. Alibaba is the warband adjutant."
Little Knife scratched his head and gave a sheepish smile.
"Then where's Alibaba?"
"I just saw him heading to the artisans' quarter with Little Ghost."
"What for?"
"To round up the artisans and protect them... Whether they're blacksmiths, leatherworkers, carpenters, or cobblers, they're all talent.
What's the most valuable thing in the twenty-fifth century? Talent."
"Oh."
For the Mountain Tiger warband, the attack on Doro Town had been a tremendous success. None of the hundred participating players had suffered so much as an injury, and they had easily captured this town known for its cheese, cowhide, and beef.
Their success was entirely due to the suddenness of the attack and Doro Town's complete lack of preparation.
The town's militiamen could hardly be blamed. As far as the people of Doro Town knew, although their country was at war, their town lay deep in the rear, far from the front lines.
And that was indeed the case. Even after Bolas Fortress