After Maxing Out All Job Classes

Chapter 9: This Is Not the Life of Leisure I Want

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Early the next morning, the three adventurers left Westwind Town under the watchful eyes of Robb and the mayor and headed southwest toward Birchwood.

Snow Dew was a little reluctant, but for an adventurer as young as she was, the temptation of adventure was far greater than a life of leisure. She could not stay in one place. The trace of admiration for Robb and the strange feelings that had just sprouted in her heart could only be forcibly suppressed. She waved goodbye to Robb.

“Stay safe!” Robb gave them the Oriental routine of waving goodbye.

“We will!” Snow patted the bag hanging from her belt. It contained the scroll Robb had given her. She certainly wouldn’t say it in public. Two pats like that would be enough to convey her message.

Gorda laughed. “We’d be safer with a Clergy.”

Robb spread his hands. “You’ll find someone, but it won’t be me.”

“Oh-oh-oh. That’s too bad.” Gorda laughed and turned away. Kik and Snow followed him, and the three of them slowly disappeared down the mountain road on the southwest side of the town.

The mayor was relieved to see that Robb had not left with the party of adventurers. Westwind would finally have a strong man to hold the fort and not be bullied by little monsters. He smiled at Robb. “Mr. Robert, it’s time to show you the church.”

“Oh, sorry to trouble you.”

The mayor led the way, and Robb followed slowly as they walked through the town. It had been evening when they arrived the night before, and they had gone straight to the mayor’s house without really looking at the town. They had finally gotten a good look at it today. It was a small town with a small population, and it looked as if it had fewer than a thousand inhabitants. It subsisted on mining, farming, hunting, and gathering herbs, but there were almost no other industries. Daily necessities like salt, cloth, and utensils were basically transported by merchants from the big cities. And the minerals, crops, animal pelts, and herbs produced by the town had to be shipped to the big cities to be sold to bring in income for everyone.

For this town, the trade route was almost a lifeline. Once it was cut off, the townspeople would fall into an awkward state of scarce supplies and many inconveniences in their lives. It was said that the wyvern often attacked the caravan. No wonder the townspeople had to raise money to hire adventurers to clean it up. Otherwise, no one could live well.

The mayor led Robb to where a small church had been built against the hillside at the back of the town. It had been several years since a Clergy had settled in, and the church looked a bit run-down, but with a bit of care it should look new again.

There were stone tables and chairs in the churchyard. There was a well, a small barren field, and a cemetery on the hill behind it. It didn’t take up much space, and there were a lot of headstones spreading up the hill. There were probably hundreds of them.

Robb did not like having to live next to a cemetery, but there were cemeteries next to churches in the West. It was standard, and he could not complain.

The mayor smiled. “Mr. Robert will be in charge of this church from now on! I’ll inform all the residents that we finally have a priest in Westwind. From now on, everyone will have a place to repent.”

Robb thought: What the hell, confession? Is that what I’m supposed to do, sit in a cabin and listen to the babble of people outside? Annoying! But, when he thought about it again, it didn’t seem very annoying. This was something he hadn’t played in the game. He wasn’t tired of it yet. Hahaha, he wasn’t tired of it!

As long as he wasn’t bored with things, Robb wouldn’t be lazy.

Besides, it was really quite interesting to sit in the cottage and talk to people.

He wasn’t self-absorbed! In fact, he was someone who liked to make friends. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have established a guild in the past and fought some guild war. If he didn’t like socializing, he didn’t have to choose MMO when playing games. Wouldn’t it be better to play solo?

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There was no Internet in this world, no QQ group, no one to watch cartoons and chat with him. Socializing could easily become a big problem. If some townspeople came over for a chat, it would feel okay.

The mayor sent a couple of servants to help Robb with the simple tidying. They made up his bedchamber and delivered some necessities, then left with the servants. Then Robb was alone in the large church.

Quiet and happy. Finally, he could be lazy.

Robb found a stone stool in the small courtyard in front of the church and sat down on it. He looked up at the sky and watched the flowers bloom and fall in front of the courtyard. He watched the clouds roll in and out of the sky, and he smiled as he lay drunk on the hills.

It felt good to be lazy. It had been a long time!

After an hour of lazing around, Robb was thirsty.

The real world wasn’t a game. There was a thirst problem, and it was a serious one. Robb might be able to magically change water, but water created by magic had no soul. Take WOW, for example. Mages could turn water into bread on their own, but many Archmages still liked to buy proper food and didn’t like to eat food created by magic.

He had no choice but to stand up and take the wooden cup the mayor had given him. He was looking for a place to draw water when he suddenly remembered that there was no running water in this world.

This was troublesome. If he wanted to drink water, it seemed that he could only drink it from the well. Wasn’t this troublesome?

It was over! It was over! It was completely over!

This was not the life I envisioned.

Robb began to seriously consider the question of laziness.

He didn’t know until he considered it, but when he did, he was shocked. It turned out that if he wanted to be comfortable and lazy in the real world, he needed to solve at least the following major problems: drinking water, eating, doing laundry, and cleaning.

Although he had just solved the problem of drinking water, there were still a lot of problems waiting to be solved. And these problems didn’t seem to be solved by a tap or anything like that. Take eating, for example. Although he had the skill of a chef, he also needed the corresponding ingredients to use the skill of a chef to cook. For example, the famous recipe for “Blackened Trout” required two ingredients, “variant fish” and “sweet spice.” (I didn’t know why there were no snakes in the ingredients.) It wasn’t possible to just have the skill.

And if you wanted to get the materials, you had to go to the market and bargain with the auntie at the market. How annoying.

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As for doing laundry and cleaning, that was not something that professional skills in the game could do.

Robb began to feel the pressure. The pressure of life was too heavy to be lazy.

It seemed that there was only one way. He would have to be a damned feudal landlord. He would have to enslave others in exchange for his laziness, just as the mayor had just ordered a few servants to help him clean the church.

Robb’s eyes lit up at the thought of servants. He wanted to get a maid with blue hair, put on a black maid’s uniform with white trim, and put her in charge of his daily life.

Wow, I can’t. I can’t think about this at all. I can’t stop thinking about this.