Reborn Soul Master: The Rogue's Counterattack

15 days later. The base of the Northern Revolutionary Group, the "Lonely Traveler's Rest House", was bustling since morning.

"Branch Chief! We are healthy now. We can work!"

"We can't keep owing favors to others!"

“There is a mine nearby, please let us go to work in the mine!” The people who came to the inn were all those who were rescued from Robain and settled in the city of Luban.

"No, these people! Why are they here again? Didn't you say you should focus on recovery?"

The owner of the hotel, Wilson, who was also the chief of the Eastern Branch of the Revolutionary Corps, scratched his head and spoke to people in embarrassment.

"Branch Chief, please let us do something! Even if it's just cleaning!"

"The mines are always short of hands, aren't they? We can use some work!"

Wilson was appointed temporary head of the new settlers, and people had been coming to him asking for work since five days ago.

"Didn't they say they would provide jobs to those who fully recovered? Didn't Lord Luban promise to give you jobs?"

The rescued people are rapidly recovering their strength and health with the help of the revolutionary group.

Of course, although it has improved, it cannot be said that it has fully recovered. After spending three years as a slave of the demons, his physical condition has become very bad.

They said I could start working right away, but if I overworked myself like this, I didn’t know when I might collapse, and the situation would be very serious.

"Okay, everyone, go back. Use the time you spent looking for me to recover more."

Wilson knew this fact, so he tried hard to calm people down and finally sent them back.

Boom. Under Wilson's persuasion, people left one after another, and the originally lively place became quiet.

"Why do you all want to work so badly? You've already been working for three years." At that time, Belid, who was sitting at the bar drinking coffee, looked at the entrance with an incomprehensible expression.

Wilson then breathed a sigh of relief, returned to the bar and answered.

"Maybe it's because I'm uneasy. I'm worried that if I don't work, I'll be driven out of this peaceful city."

"Being driven away?"

"They are worried that if they don't work and just rest, they will be driven out of this peaceful city." Wilson said with a wry smile, and then Bailey nodded as if he understood.

"Tsk. How pitiful. After three years of suffering, you can't even rest and enjoy yourself?"

"It will be fine. Aren't the Revolutionary Group also trying to help?"

"I hope so." Bellid sighed and began to drink her coffee carefully. Wilson looked her up and down and spoke again.

"Are you feeling better?"

"Me? I'm fine. I just used my magic to perform the teleportation spell. I didn't participate in the battle."

"What about the others?"

"Klose. The guy known as the Shield of Good Will is taking care of the resistance members imprisoned."

"So what about the necromancer?" Wilson asked with his head tilted, and Belid nodded with a wry smile.

"I've been working out since this morning."

"Again?"

"Well, that guy just used his magic like crazy and came back unscathed. This battle seems to have taught him a lot."

Belid said with a sigh, and the master nodded in agreement.

"I heard he fought one of Robain's high-ranking demons? He seemed pretty powerful."

"Yes. Maybe he himself has realized his own shortcomings and is reflecting on them."

"But he is really amazing." Belid nodded and smiled with satisfaction.

"Yes. Although I haven't taught him personally, he is truly an amazing necromancer. I'm looking forward to his future."

"Then why don't you teach him yourself this time? He seems to be in a lot of trouble."

"What can I teach him? Everyone is 7 stars now."

"But didn't you, Mr. Belid, once teach? There is a lot of learning to be gained from small comforts, isn't there?"

Wilson said with a smile, and Belid's eyes lit up.

Luban City Center Square. Kadan sat on a bench and rested quietly in the peaceful city atmosphere.

"How can I become an 8-star?" Unlike the peaceful atmosphere, Cardin's expression was not calm.

"The magic core has fully grown, and the quality of the magic is quite good. But why?"

The barrier of 8 stars. The frustration of not being able to cross that barrier made him frown unconsciously.

"If you can't reach 8 stars, you won't be able to deal with demon cadres like Pecos." Of course, even if you reach 8 stars, you can't easily defeat Pecos.

But in his current state, he couldn't even cause a little damage to Pecos. He had to reach at least 8 stars to have a chance of a fierce battle.

"Is this really a side effect of growing so fast?" No matter how hard I thought about it, I couldn't find a way to reach 8 stars.

"Should I devote myself to training for the time being? Or should I continue to search for my father's legacy?" Cardin sighed deeply and lowered his head.

"If this goes on, the ground will collapse." Just then, a familiar voice and a figure sitting next to him were heard.

"Teacher?" Turning around, it was Coach Bellid. Bellid was sitting next to Cardin, smiling easily, and then patted Cardin on the shoulder and asked.

"What's troubling you, unknown hero?"

"An unknown hero?" Cardin asked with his head tilted, and Belid chuckled in response.

"You're a hero, but you don't have a name yet, and that's what people call you." Then Cardin's ears turned red, and he shook his head with a wry smile.

"So that's what it feels like."

“Feels good, but not great?”

"Yes……"

"Anyway, you've done a good deed, so why are you sighing so deeply?" Belid asked with a lighthearted smile as Cardan stared blankly at the sky.

"I felt inadequate in this battle. At least reach 8 stars to have a serious fight."

Belid seemed to know why Cardin was troubled and nodded.

"Too anxious."

"Yes. Although I think I have grown a little, it is still far from enough." Cardin lowered his head with a wry smile, and Belid patted his shoulder and said.

"Of course you'll become stronger if you become an 7-star from a 8-star. But there's more to becoming stronger than that, right?"

"Ok?"

Hearing Belid's words, Cardin looked at her blankly.

"You have grown up at a crazy speed, so this is the case. But you should know that each level advancement is very difficult."

Belid chuckled and continued.

"As far as I know, it took both Charlotte and Professor Isaac more than five years to advance from 7 stars to 8 stars."

She seemed to be blaming Cardin for being so distressed just by staying at 7th star for 3 years. Hearing this, Cardin smiled bitterly.

"I'm too greedy."

"Yes. Of course, the environment you live in also forces you to be ambitious. Because the world is not at peace." Belid stopped comforting and looked up at the sky.

"But don't be impatient. Impatience will only hinder growth. Besides, I've been a 7-star for 7 years." After hearing what Belid said, Cardin seemed to reflect on himself and nodded.

"Is this what they call a genius..." Belid shook himself off as if he was fed up, then looked at Cardin and said.

"Instead of being so frustrated, how about practicing more? I can help if you need me."

"Will you help me?"

"I am a teacher from the Hero Academy, so of course I have the confidence to teach you." Hearing this, Cardin looked at Belid with wide eyes.

"Why? Do you think we are both 7 stars and there is nothing to learn?"

"Ah? No. It's not like that..."

"No, it's okay. Okay, let's do it." Belid suddenly stood up, walked towards Cardin and continued.

"Let's have a competition in a week. Us."

"Competition?"

"Yes. At least I have to let you know that even though they are both 7 stars, their levels are different." Competing with Coach Belid? Cardin's eyes widened in disbelief.

Then Belid chuckled and said.

"When I was a coach, it was my hobby to rub the noses of talented players into the ground."

The castle of the Lord of the City of Robain.

"Lord Pecos. I have completed the task you assigned me and now I am back to report to you. May I come in?"

A female voice was heard outside the lord's room occupied by Pecos.

"Come in," Pecos replied, covering his face with the horned deer mask that lay on the table.

The door creaked open. A charming woman stood outside. She walked into the room and bowed respectfully to Pecos.

"Julia, Lord Pecos's eternal servant, greets you."

"What's the report?" Pecos asked coldly. The woman who called herself Julia lowered her head and spoke carefully.

"All the illusions cast on the resistance have been lifted."

"You mean those guys in jail?"

"Yes. I didn't expect this to happen while I was away. I'm so sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about. It was my negligence." After Julia apologized, Pecos waved his hands and clicked his lips.

His voice was heavy as he recalled how all the slaves and prisoners had escaped fifteen days earlier.

"The illusion magic was also solved 15 days ago, right?"

"Yes. That's right. As soon as I got here, I heard about what happened 15 days ago. Who was it? Who made Master Pecos angry?"

Julia asked with a frown and Pecos stared into space before chuckling.

"The one who owns Charlotte's legacy. A necromancer."

"Has that necromancer come to this city? No, has he made war with this city?"

"Yes. An annoying fellow like Charlotte." Pecos clicked his lips in dissatisfaction and continued.

"It seems that we can't just leave it alone, otherwise it might be really dangerous."

"Want me to take care of it?" Pecos sighed and Julia got down on one knee.

"Can you do this? That guy is stronger than you think."

"No matter how strong he is, he can't defeat me in my dreams."

"Will you give him eternal dreams?"

"Yes. Since the illusion magic is ineffective, let him live in the dream until he dies in the dream."

"Mengma. Yes. No matter how strong a person is, he cannot defeat Mengma in a dream." Pecos smiled with satisfaction and continued.

"Okay. But is there any way? We don't even know where that guy is right now."

"As long as there is trace of the necromancer, it is not difficult to enter his dream."

Hearing Julia's words, Pecos laughed, then took something out of his arms and threw it at Julia.

The thing that flew high in a parabola was none other than a goblin's skeleton.

"This is the undead creature that guy didn't have time to take away. Should this be enough?"

"Yes. That is enough. In the name of Monma, I will imprison him in his dreams."