After Maxing out all Classes

Hope you guys to enjoy father's day! I'm happy to have been able to be here to share this chapter with you!

Early the next morning, the three adventurers were escorted by Robb and the mayor and left the Westwind Town to set off for the birch forest to the southwest.

Xielu was somewhat reluctant, but for a young adventurer like her, the temptation of adventure was far greater than a leisurely life. She couldn't stay in one place, and her little admiration for Robb and her budding feelings were forcibly shut. She had to suppress her strange feelings forcefully and waved goodbye to Robb.

“Keep safe!” Robb gave an Eastern way of saying his farewells.

“Yes!” Xielu patted the bag hanging from her waist, which contained the instant transmission scroll that Robb had given her. She certainly wouldn't say it publicly, so a couple of pats conveyed her meaning.

Gorda laughed loudly, “If we had a priest, we would be safer.”

Robb spread out his hands, “You guys will, but not me.”

“Oh, that’s a shame.” Gorda laughed and turned away. Jike and Xielu followed him, and the three slowly disappeared into the mountain path southwest of the town.

At last, the mayor was relieved to see that Robb didn't leave with the party of adventurers. Now, Westwind town won't be bullied anymore by the likes of monsters. He faced Robb, "Mr. Robb, it's time to show you the chapel."

“Oh, thank you.”

With the mayor in front leading the way, Robb followed. The two walk through the town. When I arrived last night, it was already evening, so I didn't get to take a close look at the town, and today, I can see it clearly. It's a small town with less than a thousand inhabitants. Merchants shipped from larger cities sell daily necessities like salt, cloth, utensils, etc... Minerals, crops, animal fur, and herbs produced in small towns must be shipped to large cities to bring income to everyone.

For this small town, the trading routes are necessary for living, and once the routes are cut, the inhabitants will be short of goods, and life will be very inconvenient. It is no wonder the townspeople were prompted to raise money to get rid of the double-legged flying dragon, which often attacked caravans. Otherwise, nobody would have been able to survive.

The mayor took Robb to the back of the town near a hill where a small chapel had been built. It was a little shabby because it's been years since the last priest stayed, but it should be as good as new with a little care.

In the chapel yard, there were stone tables and chairs, wells, and a small field, and on the hill behind, a cemetery, though not too large, spread along the hill with hundreds of gravestones.

Robb didn't like living next to the cemetery, but the churches in the west also had cemeteries. It was normal, so he couldn't complain.

The mayor laughed, saying, "This church will be left to Mr. Robb's care! I'll inform the whole town that we finally have a priest in Westwind town. We finally have a place to confess to in the future."

Robb thought, "Shit, confession? Will I have to sit in there and listen to the babble outside? It's annoying! But if he thought about it, he doesn't seem to be annoyed. It's something he hasn't done yet in the game, so he isn't tired of it yet. Hahaha, he's not tired of it yet!"

Robb wouldn’t be lazy as long as he wasn’t tired of playing.

Besides, sitting in a cabin and talking to people is really interesting.

He isn't like a clam. He isn't autistic! Actually, he's someone who likes making friends. Otherwise, he wouldn't have set up a guild before fighting wars. If he didn't like to socialize, then he wouldn't have played an MMO. Playing a single-player game would've been way more pleasant.

In this world, where the internet doesn't exist, there is no QQ group, and no one to watch anime with, socializing can be a huge problem. If the townspeople came to talk to him, it would probably be okay.

The mayor sent a few servants to help Robb clean the place up, laid out his bedroom, brought in some basic necessities, and took the servants away. Now, only Robb was left in the church.

Quiet, happy, and finally, lazy.

Robb found a stone stool in the small courtyard in front of the chapel and sat down. Looking up at the sky and watching 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 clouds being born and extinguished.

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

After an hour of being idle, Robb became thirsty.

The real world isn’t a game, so it’s possible to become thirsty, and this was a serious problem. Although Robb can use magic to create water, it tastes soulless. Take WOW, for example, mages can create water and bread by themselves, but they still like buying proper food not made by magic.

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

Now he's in trouble. He'll have to dig up a well and drink from it if he wants water. Isn’t it troublesome?

It’s over! It’s over! It’s all over!

This isn’t the lazy life I want.

Robb began to consider issues regarding laziness seriously.

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

Although he has just solved the drinking water problem (TL: inconveniently using the well), there are still a lot of problems waiting to be solved, and it doesn't seem possible just to solve it with a faucet. Take eating, for example. Although he has maxed his cooking skill, he needs the corresponding ingredients. For example, in the famous dish "Delicious Wind Snake," you need to use "Mutated fish" and “Sweet Spices” to make it (I don’t know why snakes aren’t listed in the ingredients). Skills alone aren’t enough.

And if you want to get the ingredients, I’ll inevitably have to go to the vegetable market and bargain with the vegetable market aunt. How annoying.

As for washing and cleaning, that's not something you can do in the game.

Robb began to feel the difficulties in life. It’s like the size of a mountain. He couldn’t afford to be lazy.

It seems that the only way was to be a damned feudal landlord and enslave others, just like how the mayor ordered his servants to clean up the church.

Robb’s eyes lit up as soon as he thought of slaves, hoping to get a maid with blue hair put on a black, white-rimmed maid uniform to take charge of his daily life.

Wow, I can’t. I shouldn’t think about this. In the end, he just couldn’t stop thinking about it.