Hearing the voice from behind, Nfirea turned his head in some confusion.
The four adventurers beside him had already noticed Aaron walking over. At first, they had paid him no mind, assuming he would just pass by them.
They had not expected Aaron to head straight toward their group.
All four pairs of eyes fell on Aaron at once, sizing him up.
They had just accepted a commission. While it was unlikely that anyone would attack a client inside the Adventurer Guild,
a certain level of vigilance was still necessary.
"It's you?"
Nfirea's bright blue eyes widened in surprise as he looked at Aaron, clearly recognizing the man he had met earlier on the street.
Black hair was rare enough that it was hard not to remember.
"Thank you for the waterskin," Aaron said softly with a smile.
"There's no need to be so polite. I'm just glad it helped," Nfirea replied, noticing the waterskin hanging from Aaron's belt and scratching his hair a bit bashfully.
Aaron spoke to Nfirea, then turned his gaze to the four adventurers at his side. "Sorry, I overheard your conversation just now. You're heading to E-Rantel, right? I was wondering if I could travel with you."
At those words,
everyone froze for a moment.
Hesitation appeared on Nfirea's face. He himself did not mind, but he would need his grandmother's approval.
As for the four adventurers, their faces did not show much change, but a blank expression was an answer in itself.
Aaron had expected this.
He had already noticed earlier that the four-person party's class composition had some issues.
"What I said just now was indeed a bit abrupt."
"But…" Aaron paused there, then raised his hand and spoke in a light voice. "Light Wounds Healing."
A soft white light appeared in his palm, radiating a gentle glow.
The four adventurers, whose expressions had been neutral, all had their eyes light up in unison, looking at Aaron in open surprise.
"A faith-type magic caster?"
One of them even let out a small exclamation.
The sudden use of healing magic also drew the attention of many in the guild hall.
In Overlord and this other world, classes were generally divided into two broad categories: warrior classes and caster classes.
Warrior classes could be further broken down into offense, defense, archery, thief, and so on.
Casters, on the other hand, were divided into four major types: arcane, divine, psychic, and others.
Anyone with healing abilities was generally regarded as a divine caster in the eyes of people in this world.
Adventuring was extremely dangerous. Most commissions carried a high likelihood of combat.
Once injured, even a minor wound could lead to death or lost limbs if not treated in time.
Because of that, adventurers, no matter how tight on money, always carried healing potions, even though such potions were expensive. They had no choice.
Of course,
if a party had a caster who could use healing magic, it was not just about saving money—it dramatically increased the party's survival rate.
But faith-type magic casters were much rarer than arcane casters.
In the game, there was no practical difference between kinds of casters. They all consumed MP.
In this world,
some of the game's background had become real. Martial Arts, for example, consumed "Focus," and divine casters had similar mechanics.
As a result,
any faith-type magic caster who appeared would quickly be invited by strong adventurer parties, while weaker parties did not even have the right to try.
Aaron, seemingly oblivious to the adventurers' delighted gazes, finished casting his spell, then casually drew the short sword hanging at his waist.
"I also have some skill with the sword, so I won't drag you down."
As he spoke, his fingers shifted around the hilt.
The short sword spun deftly around his hand, moving up and down with practiced ease, as if he had undergone formal training.
In reality,
before watching the Royal Tournament, Aaron's handling of the short sword had been extremely clumsy.
After all, he had never trained in his previous life.
However,
ever since he obtained the Sword Saint class, he had felt an indescribable sense of familiarity with sword-type weapons, as if he had trained with them for years.
Seeing the smooth movements of the short sword, the four men understood that Aaron had a certain level of combat skill as well.
After finishing his little display,
Aaron flicked the short sword back into place at his waist, then looked at Nfirea and the others.
Noticing the adventurers' delighted, satisfied expressions, he let out a long breath of relief in his heart. It seemed there would be no issue on the party's side.
"Amazing!"
Nfirea could not help widening his eyes, his bright blue irises fixed on Aaron as he exclaimed in admiration.
He had not expected the man he had helped on a whim to turn out to be a divine caster who could use healing magic.
And someone who apparently knew powerful sword techniques as well.
So this was what a genius looked like?
Judging by Aaron's shabby clothes and plain appearance, no one would have guessed it.
His grandmother had been right.
Just like medicinal herbs, one could not judge them from appearances alone.
At that moment,
the leader of the adventurer party, a blond man, walked over.
He looked around twenty-four or twenty-five, with slightly curly facial hair around his mouth and chin, giving him an easygoing appearance.
He wore light armor over his upper body, leaving his legs mostly unprotected, and carried a long sword on each hip.
Aaron guessed he likely had the Light Warrior class.
"My name's Dosari. These three are my good friends and fellow party members," the leader said cheerfully by way of introduction.
"My name's Bask."
"I'm Ler."
"Rand."
The other three introduced themselves in turn.
Aaron glanced at each of them. They were all around the same age. Though none had stated their classes, their gear made it clear: not only did their party lack a healer, they did not even have any casters.
Ler and Rand looked somewhat alike, both with light-blond hair. They were likely twins. Each had a silver shield strapped to one arm.
The last one, Bask, was an archer.
"Our adventurer party is called Rock. Like the name suggests, we specialize in defensive battles."
Dosari, the leader, not only introduced the members, but even openly explained what their party did best.
He was showing more enthusiasm to Aaron than he had even to their client, Nfirea.
Aaron naturally understood the reason for his warmth.
"My name is Aaron," he said with a simple nod, nothing more.
"We've got no problem on our side," Dosari continued with a broad grin, glancing over at Nfirea.
Clearly, what he meant was: as long as the client agreed, everything was fine.