Nfirea turned at the sound of the voice, his expression puzzled.
The four adventurers had noticed Adam approaching but initially paid him no mind, assuming he was just passing by.
They hadn't expected him to head straight for them.
Their gazes locked onto Adam, sizing him up.
They'd just accepted a request. While attacks on clients were unlikely in the Adventurer's Guild, caution was second nature.
"It's you?" Nfirea's bright blue eyes widened with surprise, clearly recognizing the man he'd met on the road.
That intelligent and educated demeanor was hard to forget.
"Thanks for the water skin." Adam said with a faint smile.
"No need to be so polite. I'm just glad I could help." Nfirea replied, scratching his hair sheepishly as he noticed the water skin at Adam's waist.
Adam addressed Nfirea but glanced at the four adventurers. "Sorry, I overheard your conversation. You're heading to E-Rantel, right? Could I join you?"
The question caught them off guard.
Nfirea hesitated, his face uncertain. He didn't mind, but his grandmother's approval was needed.
The four adventurers showed no overt reaction, their blank expressions an answer in themselves.
Adam had anticipated this.
He'd already noticed the team's composition was imbalanced.
"My request was a bit forward." He admitted, pausing. Then, raising his hand, he said softly, "Minor Heal."
A gentle white light bloomed from his palm, radiating warmth.
The adventurers' eyes lit up, their stoic facades cracking with astonishment.
"A Faith-based Magic Caster?" One blurted, unable to hide his shock.
Adam's sudden spell drew the attention of several others in the guild hall.
In Overlord and the New World, professions split into two broad categories: Fighter and Caster.
Fighters included subtypes like combat, defense, archery, and thief classes.
Casters were divided into four: Arcane, Faith, Spiritual, and Miscellaneous.
In the New World, those with healing abilities were typically seen as Faith-based Magic Casters.
Adventuring was perilous, with battles common during requests. Even minor injuries, if untreated, could lead to death or amputation.
Thus, adventurers, rich or poor, carried costly healing potions, a necessary expense.
A team with a healer didn't just save coin; it drastically boosted survival odds.
Faith-based Magic Casters were far rarer than Arcane ones.
In YGGDRASIL, all casters used MP, with little distinction. But in the New World, game lore became reality. Just as Martial Arts consumed Focus, Faith-based casting had similar unique demands.
As a result, Faith-based Casters were highly sought by strong adventurer teams, while weaker teams rarely had the clout to recruit them.
Adam seemed oblivious to the adventurers' excited stares. After casting, he casually drew the short sword from his waist.
"I've also got some sword skills, so I won't hold you back." He said, his fingers deftly twirling the blade.
The sword spun fluidly in his hand, a practiced flourish.
In truth, before the Royal Tournament, Adam's swordsmanship was clumsy. He'd had no training in his old world.
But after acquiring the Sword Saint job, he felt an uncanny familiarity with bladed weapons, as if he'd trained for years.
The adventurers, seeing his skillful handling, recognized his combat proficiency.
With a flick, Adam sheathed the sword and looked at Nfirea and the team.
Noticing the adventurers' pleased and surprised expressions, he exhaled in relief. The team seemed on board.
"Amazing!" Nfirea's eyes widened, his blue gaze fixed on Adam. "I had no idea the guy I helped was a Faith-based Magic Caster with healing magic."
"And such impressive sword skills!"
Is this what genius looks like?
From Adam's plain appearance, it was hard to imagine.
His grandmother was right, like herbs, you couldn't judge by looks alone.
The team's captain, a blond man, stepped forward.
He looked about twenty-four or twenty-five, with curly stubble framing his jaw, exuding a jovial air.
He wore lightweight armor on his torso, unarmored below, with a longsword at each hip.
Adam guessed he held a Light Fighter job.
"I'm Dosari." The captain said, grinning broadly. "These are my good friends and teammates."
"I'm Bask."
"I'm Ler."
"Rand."
The others introduced themselves.
Adam studied them. All were around the same age. Though they didn't state their jobs, their gear hinted at roles. The team lacked not only a healer but any caster.
Ler and Rand, with similar light blonde hair, were likely twins, each sporting a silver shield strapped to an arm.
Bask was an archer.
"Our team's called Rock." Dosari added. "Like our name, we're best at defensive battles."
He shared their specialty openly, a warmth he hadn't shown even to Nfirea, the client.
Adam understood the enthusiasm.
"I'm Adam." He said with a brief nod, keeping it short.
"We're fine with it." Dosari said, still smiling, glancing at Nfirea.
The implication was clear, it hinged on the client's approval.
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