My Name Is Robert

In the game world, the power of magic mainly depended on the player's level, equipment, and professional proficiency.

In the real world, the power of magic came mainly from faith, cultivation, and meditation. The more devout a person was to the God of Light, the faster they cultivated holy magic, and the more powerful the magic became.

Robb had just killed the wyvern with a Holy Nova. That was enough to show that his divine magic was extremely powerful. Of course, he had to be a very pious Clergy.

The three adventurers couldn't help but be in awe, especially the red-haired Mage, Snow. She sighed. "My God! Your devotion to the God of Light really amazes me. I've never seen a Clergy more powerful than you. Your Holy Nova is actually more powerful than my fire bird… I'm beginning to wonder if I have the talent of a Mage…"

This was indeed quite awkward, Robb thought to himself. In our game, Mages whose output was not even as high as Clergies would be kicked out of the team, did you know that? Well! Forget it, low-level Mages could not be compared to Pope-level Clergies.

He pointed at the wyvern's body. "What are you going to do with this thing?"

After he had defeated the wyvern, he had almost run over out of habit to "touch the corpse." Suddenly, he remembered that this was a real world, not a game. There was only such a thing as touching the corpse after fighting a monster in the game. In the real world, you could not touch such a monster.

Something as stupid as taking a few silver coins from an animal could only happen in games. The magical beasts in the real world did not have the habit of running around with money.

In addition, it was impossible to find anything like "pork" or "rabbit fur" on a monster. If you wanted these things, you could only take a butcher knife and slowly dissect them like a butcher. It was very annoying.

However, the wyvern's skin seemed to be able to be peeled off with the Skinning Skill… 2 points of Skinning Skill Proficiency. Ah, no, I was already full.

With that in mind, he gave up on getting rid of the wyvern's carcass. He'd leave it to the natives.

After he pointed at the wyvern's corpse, the three adventurers remembered to get down to business. They had been so shocked by the Holy Nova that they had forgotten the purpose of their trip. The three of them looked at the wyvern's corpse and couldn't help but cheer. "Haha, we've finally defeated it! We can take it back and exchange it for a reward from the mayor."

Gorda turned to the Archer and instructed, "Kik, go and skin the wyvern. You can sell it for a pretty penny if you take it back." He actually turned to Robb and smiled. "Of course, there will be a share of the bounty and the money from the sale of the hide."

Robb thought to himself: This man knows how to conduct himself. No wonder he can be the captain of this team.

Gorda asked, "What's your name, Reverend?"

Robb thought: I look like a character in the game now, so I might as well give my name in the game. I won't be able to use my Eastern name when I live in this world in the future, so I might as well use my in-game ID. So he said: "My name is Vishmo Namor, and I'm a Clergy."

"Oh, what a long name," said Gerda. "Then we'll call you Vishmo from now on."

Robb shrugged. "Uh, never mind. The name looks okay in the game. I don't know why it feels weird when you call me that. You guys should call me Robert."

At this moment, Kik was taking out a skinning knife and squatting beside it to skin the wyvern. As he did so, he turned his head and asked, "Mr. Clergy… Oh! Robert, you seemed to have come to ask us for directions?"

"Well, yes," Robb said. "I wanted to ask how to get to the nearest town from here."

"Aren't you from around here? You don't look familiar at all."

"Not really," Robb lied casually. "I'm from the far east, and I've come a long, long way. I'm tired of living a life of wandering and adventure. Now all I want is to find a human town and settle down properly. I don't have to run around anymore."

"Oh, that's a shame," Gorda said. "Our party just happened to be short of a Clergy, and we wanted to invite you to join us. As it turned out, you were so powerful, you didn't seem to fit into a small party like ours. And you were tired of taking risks, which is a shame."

The red-haired Mage, Snow Dew, chimed in. "Robert, if you want to go to the nearest town, you'll have to join us for the time being. We'll go down to Westwind, at the foot of the mountain, and we'll report this wyvern to the mayor there. In exchange for a handsome reward, we'll sell the hide. You'll have a share of that, too. It's better if you join us until you get paid."

"Alright, let's go together." Robb didn't have much to pursue in the first place. He just wanted to mess around. It didn't matter where he went. As for the reward, he was a little interested. Money was extremely useful in the game and in the real world, and he didn't have a single cent now.

Kik peeled off the wyvern's hide, rolled it up, and put it on Gorda's shoulder. The wyvern's hide was very thick and heavy, rolled up in a big roll, like a thick quilt. Gorda carried it without much effort. He smiled. "Robert, Kik, Snow Dew! Come on! Let's go down the mountain."

Robb followed the trio, plodding along.

Snow seemed interested in him. Within two steps, she was at Robb's side. "Robert, thank you for helping us today. Without you, we'd be in deep trouble today. Especially me. There's a good chance I'd have died. You could say you saved my life."

Robb spread his hands and shrugged. "Why didn't you bring any milk? There are only T's and D's here to kill the small boss?"

After saying that, he saw that Snow was dumbfounded. Her beautiful face had an expression that said, "I can understand every word you say, but I don't know what it means when they're used together."

Robb had to change his habit of speaking. He sighed. "Did you come out to destroy the monsters without bringing a Clergy?"

Snow smiled awkwardly. Gorda turned around in the front and said awkwardly, "We misjudged this wyvern's strength… ahem… we thought it was a very ordinary wyvern. We had enough to handle it. We didn't expect it to be considered elite among wyverns. In the end, we fell into such a bitter battle and almost lost all our lives. I've embarrassed myself."

"Oh!" Robb muttered to himself. So this dragon is considered elite? It seems that the monsters in this world are even weaker than the ones in the "Black Blade" I played. I can't deal with the elite monsters in there with a Holy Nova. I have to at least change to a proper output class and use real offensive magic to defeat them in one blow.