Waylen?! New Occupation: Bard!!!

Paying the guards at the gate 25 base coins person and a few extra for the goods in the carriage, the trio sauntered into this Fallen Cloud city.

Apparently, the city was named after a water mage had created a new spell.

The spell was supposed to be a normal rain spell, however, due to a deviation while casting his magic, the spell had summoned what looked like a soggy cloud from the sky.

The phenomenon had been so unprecedented that the town got renamed after it.

However, the said mage who created this spell was discovered to have died from creating a spell beyond his ability.

He had been drained of his mana and died, something known as mana exhaustion.

However, he could not understand this so called mana exhaustion and simply assumed the man had died from mana deviation.

When he had heard the tale from Marty, he had inadvertently spat out the water he had been drinking.

Contrary to most people who had pitied the mage, he simply found it laughable.

The town had in fact not been named after the mage because of two things; the main one being, he was not a very prominent mage, if not, they wouldn't have found him after a while; and the other being, they didn't know his name.

So the town's founders decided to name the town after the phenomenon instead.

He found it funny because the mage who suffered from said deviation, had not been allowed to die with his humiliation.

But was instead uncovered, and his only major achievement was his death.

Of course, if he said something like this to anyone, they would have definitely kicked him out of the city.

However, when he shared his deductions with Marty and Johan, they shared a look and frowned in silence.

He noticed this and couldn't help but wonder what the problem was.

"Oi, Waylen, right?"

"Yeah!"

"It'd be best if you keep this deductions to yourself. You're only a five year old. If people heard you say stuff like that, they could get you in trouble or worse."

Ever since the display had shown them his name, these two dwarves haven't missed a single moment to call on it.

Waylen this...

Waylen that...

"Who would name their kid Waylen?! Ugh!"

Hearing them say his deductions could get them in trouble, he couldn't help but cock his brows in confusion.

However, a slight stir arose in his heart as he had not witnessed any more exhilarating events since the last battle and he would even settle for a plain sabotage plot right about now.

"You're just 5. Saying things like that, in such a smart manner would make people suspect you to be a monster."

"What do you mean monster?"

With that question, Marty dove into a few minutes long lecture on the different monsters that have been discovered.

However, at the end of the lecture, the only thing Waylen could understand was that regular beasts who had not gained sentience were referred to as Feral Beasts and those who had gained sentience were referred to as Spirit Beasts.

The so-called spirit beasts were simply monsters who could use mana and had gained human intelligence. It sounded very similar to demonic beasts from his past life.

He contemplated asking about demonic beasts but then again, even though so many things looked familiar with his past life, he was sure they were all entirely different.

'Maybe those spirit beasts here are actually demonic beasts'

Sipping the cold water inside the wooden cup as they sat at the far end of the tavern they had stumbled upon, that was situated very close to the gates, he couldn't help but smile as he watched the bustling crowd of people order drinks and food and engage in weird conversations.

"So when are we setting up shop?"

"First things first, we have to find a place to spend the night."

"Like an inn?"

"Yes! Exactly like that"

"What about the inn we passed when we arrived?"

"You saw an inn?"

"Hilda's Inn, I think!"

"Well then let's get on with it."

As they exited the tavern, he caught sight of some burly men sitting around a skinny man. Their eyes roamed his body and his instruments; a small lute sat on his lap and a flute in his knapsack.

"How barbaric! You'll find all sorts of things in this place."

The skinny man with the lute didn't even seem to know that he was being targeted. He simply say there and smiled as he spoke to them. Some of them occasionally nodding to his words.

Marty saw his gaze and followed it. As he saw his face squeeze into a frown, he could more or less guess what was going on in his mind.

"It's not what you're thinking. They're not trying to rob him."

"How can you tell?"

"The instruments he's carrying are signs that he's a bard. His type of people come to taverns like these to tell tales and share songs.That's what a bard does."

As Waylen stared at the lute, he suddenly realized that it was a new world version of the zither from their world.

And these bards were more primitive versions of entertainment for customers.

"What about those men?"

Marty suddenly realized why he was confused and laughed much to the irritation of Johan who smacked his head and replied to Waylen instead.

"They're mercernaries..."

"..."

"...unlike the mercernaries in lesser towns like the one you came from, mercernaries actually wear less gear the stronger they become."

"..."

That explanation made no sense to Waylen, so Johan replied again, much to Waylen's surprise.

"Blacksmiths are usually responsible for armor production. However, as mercernaries get stronger, their usage of mana increases."

"On the other hand, it gets harder for blacksmiths to go from making basic armor like the ones in your hometown, to higher grade armor that can sustain mana usage without breaking."

That explanation cleared up the fog in Waylen's brain. Similar to the blacksmith of this world, craftsmen in the cultivation world faced the same problem.

It was quite difficult to find people willing to walk the path of a craftsman, much less reach the stage where their constructs could allow for the circulation of Qi or even contain spells in them.

"So the stronger they are, the higher the grade of armor they must use. However, compared to the growth rate and income level of these mercernaries, armor costs usually rise exponentially."