The Flying Emporium

Severin wasn’t the only one whose ears suddenly perked up. Emily was just as curious as him and had similar thoughts.

“Create skill books? Do you remember what class it was? Was it [Scribe]?” Severin immediately blurted out these three questions. Based on Mylana’s facial expression, she was pleased by the sudden interest in her words, but sadly, her reply was a disappointment.

“[Scribe], huh? Might be, but to be honest, I have no idea, honey. But there are so many other, even more interesting classes out there! For example…”

Severin kept on nodding his head in response to her words but had already stopped listening to her words. Learning of such a class, he couldn’t help but to directly think about one of the names on his list of available options. But with no way to confirm whether or not [Scribe] was the class in question, there was no way for Severin to make this choice. It would be too much of a risk. Especially with such a nondescript name.

A class able to create skill scrolls might just as well be called something stupid like ‘wordsmith’ or something plain and simple such as ‘Skill Creator’; Maybe ‘scholar’.

If he chose a class that would end up only being able to copy books and papers, such a setback would be too huge for him to cope with.

Severin sighed to himself in regret. He felt he had been a bit too naïve. The timing was just too coincidental. Even if the whole idea had been a very short-lived one, he still felt disappointed. It didn’t help that the answer to his original question, the one regarding the [Beast Tamer] class, had been rather unsatisfactory as well.

In hindsight, he wasn’t too sure what exactly he had expected of such a class, but this was not it.

The increase in combat prowess and survivability it provided seemed somewhat questionable to him in the first place, and even if that wasn’t the case, to become a full-blown adventurer was something Severin had already given up on.

He didn’t believe for even a single moment that the System would let him off the hook this easily.

So the only realistic choice, if his primary goal was to make money, would be for him to take the route of a beast breeder, as described by Mylana. And that was definitely something he didn’t want.

The initial appeal of the class was the vague promise of companionship. The idea of rearing a pet, not slaughter cattle. Maybe once he decided to open his very own combat arena, he might rethink the matter, but for now, he vehemently dismissed the idea.

Severin wasn’t able to make up his mind this day.

The next day, again, was very busy. More so than Severin would’ve previously thought, as everyone had already stocked up as much as possible. But apparently, everyone was diligently training and thereby consumed a lot more potions than he could have estimated. Especially the new ones with over-time effects had established themselves as a bestseller and, in conjunction with all kinds of other consumables, used up the vast majority of everyone’s daily combinator charges.

The stat elixirs had already been combined during the days before, particularly by Andreas and his people, and were hoarded as if they were treasures. They would find a use once the members of the Lion’s Head guild would leave the next day as scheduled.

Unlike the day before, at this time Severin didn’t mind the huge workload. With his hands moving on their own, he didn’t have to pay too much attention to his work and instead tried to focus on processing all the information he had gathered, which admittedly wasn’t very much.

Still, on this day, he made up his mind and reached a few conclusions.

No matter his first gut reaction, after thinking about it for a while, he had to acknowledge that not being able to choose the skillbook creating class was probably a blessing. At least at this point in time.

Even with so many people currently visiting his shop, his customer base was still way too small.

Not only was it very likely that the skill books he would be able to create didn’t match up with the classes of his customer, but most importantly, there was the issue of level requirements.

People able to set foot on this flying mountain right now couldn’t be too low-leveled, making the products created by a level one crafting profession quite possibly useless to them. Not in any case, of course, but it certainly was a risk.

‘Maybe once I get around to establishing one or two of those portal stations available in the System store. Then even those without a flying artifact can make it up here.’

To some degree, this was also an issue when it came to blacksmithing. What use would a masterfully crafted level one sword be if a customers’ shoddy level thirty sword was still stronger in comparison? To sell such products, Severin would first need an influx of noobies. Of beginner adventurers. Bronze badges, or lower.

Apart from that, Severin didn’t like the thought of being stuck in a smithy. He was exhausted just from thinking about the heat and the heavy work.

Sure, he could assign a [Employee] to do the work, but…

Severin glanced over to Emily for a moment, before shaking his head.

It was unknown whether Severin purposely ignored the fact that his original jelly potions wouldn’t have been too useful to Samuel, Andreas, and co either if it was just based on their replenishing values. In reality, it was clearly their hidden properties that made people value them so much and return for them.

But whether he really missed that point, or if he was simply trying to justify his final certain decision in front of himself, Severin dismissed one more class choice with similar reasoning.

[Enchanter].

Weren’t his Weapon Oils pretty much temporary liquid enchants? And who was to say there wouldn’t be more to come in the future? And why should it be limited to weapons? Maybe at his next level up, he would learn a recipe for Armor Oils, or something similar.

Which left one final class. [Cook].

This was Severin’s final decision. It surely hadn’t anything to do with his own cravings, nor with those of the hardworking girl next to him.

It was just that items like a magical, enchanted suit of steel armor wouldn’t get replaced for maybe even ten levels, whereas food would always be in demand. It would always be in demand, would fit in with his plans of building an inn, and could easily be forced onto people staying on his property.

Besides, standing in a kitchen would surely beat standing in a forge.

As Severin made his choice, he had seemed to forget, or choose to forget, the option of [Artificer] altogether.