My Favorite Game Followed Me!

Chapter 848

“Pops, this is Sir Anton. He’s a very rich mage who hired Eric and me to guide him around the Middle and the Bottom to make his days aboard the Melinda more enjoyable during the voyage to Izmorta. Like us, he’s also planning to join a magical organization in our home continent,” Paul quickly said to one of the two stern-looking men glaring at them.Anton simply nodded. Based on the little noble etiquette he had learned over the years, he technically did not need to fully acknowledge them. He was considered a noble, while Paul and Eric’s families were commoners.

Still, Anton did not truly see himself as a nobleman.

Back on Earth, when he was still Anthony Saunders, he had been an ordinary young man. Even the body he had taken over after transmigrating into this world had belonged to a common youth. Deep inside, Anton did not think of himself as nobility. He was a wizard—that much he had no doubt about—but he was not a nobleman. Because of that, he treated others as equals whenever possible.

The main reason Paul and Eric were so casual with him and treated him more like a fellow traveler than a noble was probably that the two were cunning enough to notice his attitude toward social status.

Anton liked that about them.

It was also the reason he had grown close to his friends aboard the Amelia. Despite his power as a wizard, they had treated him as one of their own.

The difference was that Paul and Eric were fully aware of Anton’s status, and based on his instincts, they intended to take advantage of it as much as possible. Even though the two young men were only a few years older than his friends aboard the Amelia, Anton could not help but wonder what kind of experiences had made them so cunning.

Most of Anton’s understanding came from movies, television shows, and novels, but from what he knew, people usually developed that kind of cunning when they grew up in harsh environments where survival depended on it.

The strange thing was that, from what he could see, Paul and Eric’s families seemed perfectly ordinary.

Anton mentally shrugged. The details of their background were not important. What mattered was that the two would make the long journey to Izmorta far more enjoyable.

Paul’s father was named Saul, while Eric’s father, who was Saul’s brother, was named Derek. Anton inwardly shook his head at their family’s naming conventions.

Even though Saul tried to hide it, Anton noticed the man scoff at the idea that Anton could join a magical organization in Izmorta. That immediately intrigued him. Once he became closer to Paul and Eric’s family, he intended to bring up the subject.

In truth, Anton was confident that any magical organization in Izmorta would accept him.

The magical talent granted by his Diablo System was prodigious. He did not even mind that the organizations in Izmorta would supposedly strip away a wizard’s existing spells through the so-called “Rebirth” process.

He doubted the process would affect his Diablo System in the first place. Besides, he had only learned a small number of standard spells from this world’s magical system. Even if those spells were removed, he could simply relearn them.

The only spells he truly could not afford to lose were the Cleaning spells.

Everything else could be replicated using his Diablo II spells through mana structure manipulation or by combining multiple mana structures together. Admittedly, achieving something like that would require an enormous amount of research.

Paul and Eric were eventually taken somewhere private by their fathers so they could be questioned about the kind of work they would be doing for Anton.

In the meantime, Anton found himself being entertained by Paul’s younger sister, who looked to be around sixteen years old, along with Eric’s two younger brothers, who appeared to be fourteen and fifteen.

Meanwhile, their mothers busied themselves inspecting the items Paul and Eric had purchased while several neighbors watched enviously nearby.

From what Anton overheard, the women were discussing the makers of the products, which were essentially this world’s equivalent of brands. For a moment, Anton imagined women on Earth discussing Chanel bags or Louis Vuitton suits, and the thought amused him greatly, though he kept a straight face.

“Paul said you’re a powerful wizard. Did you study at one of Ormunda’s magic academies?” Paul’s sister asked.

Her name was Sonya.

“No,” Anton replied. “Although I can learn standard spells, my family’s magic is unique. My bloodline grants me spells as my power increases. It works the same way for my sister. She studies at one of Ormunda’s academies, while I prefer traveling around and studying magic on my own.”

“Can you fly? And can you kill undead?” one of Eric’s brothers asked eagerly.

Anton simply nodded, causing both boys to stare at him with admiration.

Their names were Bernard and Leonard.

Anton realized that instead of them entertaining him, he was the one entertaining Paul and Eric’s siblings.

“Do you want to experience what flying feels like?” Anton asked after several more minutes had passed, and Paul and Eric still had not returned from their discussion with their fathers.

Bernard nodded excitedly.

Anton casually lifted both boys a few inches off the ground with his Telekinesis spell and began moving them around gently through the air.

The two boys cried out in excitement while Sonya watched with obvious envy. However, she could not ask Anton to do the same for her. As a young lady her age, joining the boys in such childish play would be considered undignified.

When the boys’ excited shouting caught their mothers’ attention, the women and their neighbors briefly glanced over. Once they realized nothing dangerous was happening, they returned to admiring the newly purchased items.

A few minutes later, Paul and Eric finally emerged from the room together with their fathers.

“Come on, Anton,” Paul said excitedly. “Our fathers agreed to let us continue working for you as long as we return home at least once a day.”

As he spoke, Paul grabbed Anton’s arm as though eager to leave immediately.

Their younger siblings attempted to follow them, but a single glare and stern word from their fathers stopped them in place. Realizing they would not be allowed to join, they returned to examining the gifts Paul and Eric had brought home.

“We still have to give our families fifty percent of our earnings, though,” Eric complained once they were far enough away that their fathers could no longer overhear them.

“At least we’re not stuck at home,” Paul replied cheerfully. “We get to roam around with Anton while he pays for everything.”

Anton stared at the young man wryly.

“Paul, I wanted to ask you something,” Anton said. “Your father seemed to think I would not be able to join a magical organization in Izmorta.”

“Did he actually say something?”

“No. I only caught a certain expression on his face.”

Paul hesitated for a moment before answering.

“My father once told me that it’s extremely rare for outsider wizards to join the magical organizations in Izmorta. My guess is that established wizards find it difficult to give up the spells they’ve learned through the Rebirth process. If there’s another reason, I don’t know it.”

Anton merely shrugged after hearing the explanation.

Soon afterward, the three young men continued exploring the rest of the Bottom.