That night the headquarters of the Adventurers Guild looked like a mix of a school canteen and a kennel. There were wolfcats and children everywhere, yipping, laughing, screaming, yowling…Red and Lunar had brought their cubs to play with the children and Vigil had gotten caught up in the fun. The lot of them were scrambling around madly and having a jolly good time while their parents and caretakers took to the side to nurse their collective headaches.Remian watched the Maelstrom for a while with a small smile on his face. Then, he reluctantly broke in to extract someone from it. “Jane? A minute, please?”Jane paused, took one look at him, and immediately ran away.“Huh…?” Remian blinked, staring at her back as she fled. “What the…?”“What did you do?” Mandy asked, seeing the girl run away.“I didn’t do anything…! I just wanted to ask her how her stall

Tim was fascinated with the new headless spears. “They’re too heavy to throw or move around much… but if we’re just going to hold them in place and let the wilds run straight into them… I think they’re going to work! If we can just build them some frames…”“Frames?” Remian blinked.“Barricades that use these metal stakes instead of sharpened sticks.” Tim explained. “Actually, can we ask them to make completely metal barricades, with sharp stakes pointing outwards? I think the Iron Legion would actually pay for those.”It was a good idea. The Legion was experienced in fending off human bandits, so wooden stakes were good enough, but when it came to Tier 3 Wilds, they were going to need stronger, heavier fortifications.“Can you talk to Markus about it?” Remian asked.“Yeah. Last I checked, he was trying to buy out all the bear traps in town.&rdqu

But, no, it turned out to be a pot.“This is…?” Remian stared.They were in a very cliché secret cave, located behind a waterfall which fed the lake where the Steel Scale Crocodiles lived. On the left was a bookcase; on the right, a bed, and right in front of them was a pot big enough to fit an entire Blood Rabbit Chief, one that Tim would probably love to use…But it was filled with some thick blue liquid.Oh, the mana crystals were there too. Remian could see them glowing right off the walls at the back of the cave. It’s just that he hadn’t sensed them. What he’d sensed was the blue liquid in the pot.Carrie sniffed the pot, then turned away and sneezed.[Alchemist cauldron. Tier 3.] Death inspected. [At least 200 years old. Someone left a batch of mana potion to cool after brewing and never came back for it.]Mana potion?! Remian twitched. This was like he’d gone prospecting

His name was Arnold. Back at Ashdale Kingdom, he had been framed for the theft of military supplies and thus he was deemed a petty criminal and sentenced to ten years imprisonment minimum. His only out was to join the Legion and waltz off to the Frontier. Many saw this as a suicide option; but Arnold straightened his back, proclaimed his innocence, and rejected jail outright. A week later, he was at the Legion camp of Frontier Town, building two ballistae. “So now you know my background.” He grunted, testing the crank of the one on the left. “Why do you ask?” “Because, well…” Remian scratched his head. “You’re good. Very good.” The ballistae were easily three meters long, and just as wide. Each was like a crossbow, only much bigger. They used the ‘headless spears’, that is, the simply steel shafts with sharp points for ammunition; Arnold said something about the consistent strength and weight distribution of the spears that made them more suitable and

  Tim and Silas were in trouble. They were the vanguard of the ammunition convoy, and they had just entered the town center when an immense bull on fire came charging straight at them. “Tier 4!” Silas gasped. “Brace!” Tim crouched, holding out his precious Tier 3 spear, praying against all odds that at least one of them might survive, at least one of the eight young boys behind him who went to get the spears might come out of this alive and finish the mission, because most certainly, he himself wasn’t going to make it… But a miracle occurred. Remian shouted, “Light!” Before Tim could exclaim anything, a wall of light twice his height and much wider rose up in between him and the charging bull. There was a terrible, jarring impact; Tim could feel the ground sake under his boots from the crash. But the Bull was stopped cold. It could not get even an inch past Remian’s light. Silas let out all his breath in relief. “I