The First Legendary Beast Master

Chapter 1108: Personal Shopper

The men all glared at each other for a second, then rushed toward Karl.

A rapid motion slap fight ensued, as they all fought to prevent anyone from putting a hand on the crafter. First come, first served was a cruel mistress, and they were not going to give up their chance at a spot without a fight.

A hand landed on Karl’s shoulder, and he looked up to see a smirking female mage.

”I will take one, please.” She announced.

The warriors instantly began shouting at her.

”Evil woman, what tricks are you playing? You’ve never worn a suit a day in your life.” One of the men insisted.

”Plus, it wouldn’t even look good on you. Just stick to the frilly dresses and leave our fashion for us.” Another warrior agreed, while trying to pretend his effort was to push her away, not to claim the next spot in line.

”Oh no, you don’t. First, she needs to tell us what sort of stunt she’s pulling.” One of the other warriors demanded, pulling him back from Karl’s seat.

With a flip of her auburn curls, the woman smirked at them all and held up her left hand to show off a diamond ring.

”Have you all forgotten? I am a married woman, and my husband is standing right over there at the back of the room.” She declared.

”Jethro! You no good slimy dog. How could you do something so underhanded?” The man next to him, who had long since been pushed out of contention for the final two spots, demanded.

”All is fair in love and war. And today, my love went to war for me.” He declared proudly.

The other men laughed at his proud assertion. He wasn’t wrong, though. There was no restriction that they couldn’t have someone order for them.

”Alright, you all sort out the order while I work.” Karl insisted as he got started on the next suit.

While Karl and the Totems argued about casual wear, the Overlords were sitting on the ground in the dungeon, looking over the corpse of the final boss.

”You know, we may have miscalculated slightly on this run. Who would have guessed that if you didn’t take any damage on the first boss, the final boss would start out enraged?” Quinn laughed weakly.

Ophelia shook out her fur and transformed back to Werebear form. ”But look at the loot. You guys told me that we shouldn’t expect much, but we’ve got nine epic grade pieces here from a single run. Plus, look how happy Ruth is.”

Ruth was one of the group’s mages, and was currently engrossed in lovingly cradling an Overlord Ranked Epic Grade staff with maximum spell haste and reduced mana cost on it.

As far as Epic Grade weapons went, it was among the finest, and perfectly suited to most mages.

A true rarity with random stat generation.

”Are you sure that you ladies don’t want to bid on any of these items?” Quinn asked, looking at the pile that he had arranged on the floor for inspection.

Lotus laughed and flopped down on Ophelia’s lap.

”We’re already wearing nothing but Epic gear. While some of the pieces are good, it’s more of a side grade. Is that a word? Not really better but sometimes better.” She explained.

Quinn nodded in understanding, while the group’s only other Cleric smiled at the tiny Nature Priestess.

”We should do this again. As stressful as it was to realize that the final boss was going to be enraged from the start, nobody died. Plus, we got more usable loot today than we have in a month of twice-weekly visits.

For that reason alone, it’s worth it to try to do the first boss without taking any damage again.” He offered.

Lotus nodded. The final boss hadn’t actually been bad. She had set up in the middle of the room, and they had fought it at the edge, while slowly moving backward so that it didn’t turn on the melee fighters behind it.

She had to actually flex her healing muscles today, but only a few times did Tessa need to join the healing team to prevent mana depletion, and Nachtia had remained in dragon form, doing damage, the whole time.

Lotus frowned for a moment, then continued.

”You know, if we got everyone the good gear, you could probably change the whole composition. Four clerics was definitely too many today. Even two would have been enough if we had time to craft fully healing specialized equipment for them both.”

The group didn’t look sold on that idea. Three healers was the bare minimum for a group this large. Many groups kept the balance the same as when they were doing five person dungeon runs. Five tanks, fifteen damage dealers, five healers.

The extra tanks mostly worked as damage dealers, but they would swap out roles, so nobody got too tired before a boss fight.

”Well, that’s mostly up to your Guild, isn’t it? You’re the only ones in the Alliance with access to that much Overlord Ranked equipment.” Ruth joked.

Lotus shrugged. ”The Karl is weak to puppy eyes. If we beg him properly, I think that we can get him to spend at least half a day making equipment for the Overlords. It’s easier for him than the stuff for the Totems and Myths.”

Ophelia tickled her little cleric and laughed as Lotus squirmed.

”We are working on getting the power level of the others up, but it will be a while before we have other Overlord Rune masters. Monarchs might be coming soon enough, but an Overlord will take a while.”

Lotus nodded in agreement. They could make the Lala bunnies into Monarchs right away. And those dragonkin guys too, she supposed. But she would have to talk to Remi about doing the whole Guild.

They would need better materials to work with. They had Dora and those Orcish Druids with the good jokes working in the Drodh Guild House. If they were advanced to Monarch, they could make all the wooden accessories anyone could want.

The Druids were still Commanders, as far as she knew, but Remi could probably fix that.

Remi was good at fixing the boring spots.