Chapter 107: “The Defense of Connaître”
“The monsters are undead. The landlady musta been up in the middle of the night ’cause the town was just attacked.”
The next day, Kerry went to the sellsword guild to get information about the town’s defense. She ground her teeth in vexation at hearing it, though; if they had known about the attack, then it would have been better to have gone out and seen what was going on themselves.
“Y’all safeholder sellswords too? Well, we grateful they protectin’ us, but… we want to get ’em to stop attackin’ us period; y’know, get at the root cause… We sent a bird to the gov’ment, but… We ain’t gotten no response yet.”
The worn out middle-aged man standing at the guild’s counter sighed after voicing his complaints. Just as Remy had said the night before, it didn’t seem like the players were proactively trying to solve the problem.
Another man in the lobby who looked to be a sellsword spoke up. “About that, we also wanna do something about it. Not everyone is on the same page, though, and it’s not enough for just one or two people to go looking for the undead base…” he said in frustration.
From the way he talked, he had to have been a safeholder—a player. It seemed that not every player was completely indifferent about the town’s situation. Just as the man said, though, if there were different perspectives about what should be done, then it would be difficult for them to all come to an agreement.
She couldn’t imagine her beloved leader getting so much as a scratch from a sellsword of this caliber, no matter how many of them joined forces. However, if they happened to be at Kerry’s level, or any of the other girls’ level, then she wouldn’t be so sure. If they had both numbers and coordination, then it might be possible for them to inflict real harm.
But if a large number of players gathered who were antagonistic to Boss, they shouldn’t all have exactly the same goals. Considering it from that angle, it might be possible to turn a large group of enemies into multiple smaller groups of enemies.
“You might have a point. And you are?”