The After Maximum In All Class
CHAPTER 9

The next morning, the three adventurers are escorted by Robb and the mayor and leave Westwind City to head for the birch forest in the southwest.

Xielu was a bit reluctant, but for young adventurers like her, the temptation to adventure was much greater than a leisurely life. He cannot stay in one place, and his slight admiration for Robb as well as his growing feelings are forcibly shut down. He had to suppress his strange feeling forcefully and waved to Robb.

“Tetap safe!” Robb gives East a way to say goodbye.

“Ya!” Xielu patted the bag hanging on her waist, which contained the instant transmission scroll Robb gave her. He certainly wouldn't say it openly, so a few pats had already conveyed his point.

Gorda laughs loudly, “If we have a priest, we will be safer.”

Robb reached out his hand, “You will do it, but not me.”

“Oh, what a pity.” Gorda laughed and turned around. Jike and Xielu followed him, and the three slowly disappeared into the mountain path in the southwest of the city.

Finally, the Mayor was relieved to see Robb not leaving with the adventurer group. Now, the city of Westwind would no longer be bothered by such a monster. He's facing Robb, “Pak Robb, it's time to show his chapel.”

“Oh thank you.”

With the mayor in front taking the lead, Robb followed. Both of them walk through the city. When I arrived last night, it was already night, so I didn't get to see the city up close, and today, I can see it clearly. It is a small town with less than a thousand inhabitants. Merchants sent from major cities sold daily necessities such as salt, cloth, utensils, etc, and plants produced in small towns had to be shipped to big cities to provide income for everyone.

For this small town, trade routes were necessary for life, and if those lines were to be cut off, its inhabitants would be short of goods, and life would be very troublesome. No wonder the city residents are encouraged to raise funds to eradicate the two-legged flying dragons that often attack caravans. Otherwise, no one would survive.

The mayor took Robb to the back of the city near the hill where a small chapel was built. It's a bit rundown because it's been years since the last pastor lived there, but it should have stayed like new with little care.

In the courtyard of the chapel are stone tables and chairs, wells, and a small field, and on the hill behind it are tombs, though not very large, scattered along a hill with hundreds of tombstones.

Robb doesn't like to live near cemeteries, but the church in the west also has cemeteries. That was normal, so he could not complain.

The mayor laughed and said, “This church will be handed over to Mr Robb! I'll tell the whole town that we finally have a pastor in Westwind city. We finally have a place to confess our sins in the future.”

Robb thinks, “Sial, confess? Do I have to sit there and listen to the chatter outside? It sucks! But come to think of it, it didn't seem like he was feeling upset. It's something he hasn't done all this time.” his game, so he hasn't gotten bored yet. Hahaha, he's not bored yet!”

Robb will not be lazy as long as he is not tired of playing.

After all, sitting in the cabin and chatting with people is interesting.

He's not like a clam. He's not autistic! Actually, he was someone who liked to be friends. Otherwise, he would not have formed a guild before the war. If he doesn't like to socialize, then he won't play an MMO. Playing single player games will be a lot more fun.

In this world, where the internet does not exist, there are no QQ groups, and there are no people who can watch anime together, socializing can be a big problem. If the townspeople come to talk to her, it might be okay.

Silent, happy, and finally lazy.

Robb found a stone bench in a small courtyard in front of the chapel and sat down. Staring into the sky and watching the flowers bloom and fall in front of the courtyard, watching the clouds move in the sky and relax, lying drunk on the hills, and smiling at the sight of clouds born and extinguished.

It's good to be lounging. It's been a long time since he's experienced this!

After an hour of idling, Robb becomes thirsty.

The real world is not a game, so it is possible that we feel thirsty, and this is a serious problem. Although Robb can use magic to make water, it feels soulless. Take WOW for example, witches can make their own water and bread, but they still like to buy decent food and not be made with magic.

He had to get up and use the wooden cup that the mayor had given him. He was looking for a place to fetch water and suddenly remembered that there was no running water in this world.

Now he's in trouble. He had to dig a well and drink it if he wanted water. Isn't this troublesome?

It's over! It's over! It's all over!

This is not the lazy life I want.

Robb began to take the issue of laziness seriously.

If I want to be comfortable in the real world, I have to solve the following problems: drinking water, eating, washing clothes, and hygiene.

Although it has just solved the problem of drinking water (TL: it is not convenient to use a well), there are still many problems waiting to be solved, and it seems impossible to solve it with just a tap. Take for example, eat. Even though he had maximized his cooking skills, he needed suitable ingredients. For example, in the famous dish “Lic” Wind Snake, you need to use “Mutated Fish” and “Sweet” Spices to make it (i don't know why snakes are not listed in the ingredients). Skills are not enough.

And if you want to get the ingredients, inevitably I have to go to the vegetable market and bargain with the vegetable market aunty.

As for washing and cleaning, it is not something you can do in the game.

Robb is starting to feel difficulties in life. It's like the size of a mountain. He can't be lazy.

It seems that the only way is to become a cursed feudal lord and enslave others, like how the mayor orders his servants to clean the church.

Robb's eyes sparkled as soon as he thought about the slave, hoping for a blue-haired maid wearing a black, white-framed maid uniform to organize his daily life.

Well, I can't. I shouldn't have thought about this. In the end, he couldn't stop thinking about it.