Second World Chapter 1062 1062. A Bout Between Rookies

Chapter 1062 1062. A Bout Between Rookies

After reaching an agreement, they talked about other stuff. Four Winds asked about what it was like governing a country. Jack replied like a game, which confused his two conversation partners.
He told them about the monarch system then. The two were very fascinated hearing about the system. Four Winds thanked Jack. He said that this information was helpful for the future when he accessed the system.
Jack admired the man's confidence.
Jack noted, however, that he was not sure if the monarch system would also be available if Four Winds only governed one region. Luckily, he brought someone who did.
Peniel explained that if Cipher Flight won the seat of power for Mjiku Maba. Then Four Winds could access the monarch system as well but in a more limited capacity. He won't have access to features like Foreign Overview, Affairs, and Royal Guards. Even the Officer, City, and Miltary would only be limited to his region.
Jack also asked about the Raretooth tribe. Although the tribe had been expelled from the council, Jack didn't think the tribe would just lie down and let another power take over their city. They might cause trouble.
Four Winds told Jack not to worry about the tribe. After being expelled, Abasi who was now the chief brought his entire tribe and left the city. No one knew where they had gone to.
Jack frowned upon hearing this news.
A knock on the door stopped their chat. Jack transformed back into his orc disguise before Water Lily opened the door. It was a maid who informed them that Phithion was down there asking for Four Winds' presence to resume their bets.
"What bet are you two having, anyway?" Jack asked, curious.
Four Winds chuckled. "We are deciding about who holds control of a mine in the wilderness. The players who found it thought it was a standard cave at first. Those players went in to slay the monsters and collect exp. But then they discovered the place was full of ore deposits. These deposits also refreshed themselves in shorter intervals than regular ones. But most importantly, many players who mined these deposits received mithril ores."
"Mithril ore is a super rare material," Peniel explained. "It is needed when one wants to upgrade the equipment of level 75 and above."
Four Winds nodded. His member had gathered information about this material in the library after getting news of the mine.
"Every guild started fighting one another over the mine. It was a bloodbath," Four Winds continued. "In the end, all the guilds back off because they suffered too many casualties. Only Cipher Flight and Warsong Rising remained."
"So, you two decided to settle the issue by… a fistfight?" Jack asked.
"I told him it was a stupid arrangement," Water Lily said.
"It put an end to the discord without further bloodshed. Plus, I know I won't lose when it comes to fistfights," Four Winds grinned.
"But before we came up, you agreed to have your new members fight," Jack said.
"Yes. Speaking of which, has Jim arrived?" Four Winds asked Water Lily.
"He has been waiting downstairs."
"All right, let's go down then!" Four Winds said. As they walked, Four Winds said to Jack, "If we didn't get this new member not long ago, I wouldn't have agreed to Phithion's proposition."
"This Jim guy, he is good?" Jack asked.
"You'll see," Four Winds replied.
They arrived down there and a handsome orc came over, "Boss!" He called.
"Jim, I will be troubling you. Please don't lose our face!" Four Winds said to this orc.
"I won't, boss!"
Jack used Inspect and saw the orc was a level 49 Battle Monk named Jimclot Vindays. 'Heck, what kind of name is that?' He thought. But then he thought that he shouldn't criticize others considering his own alias was also weird.
Four Winds led Jim to the corner where everyone was waiting. Jack and Water Lily followed behind.
"His real name is Jim Clot Vin Days," Water Lily informed Jack. "He couldn't input four words when he was told to enter his alias. So, he joined his names together into two words."
"Now that his names were separated, I strangely found it to be familiar. Is he a gamer?" Jack asked.
"That guy never play a game before," Water Lily answered. "That's why his level is so low. It was even lower when he joined two weeks ago. We have been helping him by power-leveling him. But this fistfight doesn't allow the usage of skills or weapons, so he should have no problem. He is a martial artist."
"A good one?"
"You'll see," Water Lily said with a grin.
"Why do you give me the same response as Four Winds? Now I'm more curious about this rookie."
"Considering you just joined our guild, you can be considered a rookie as well," Water Lily said.
Jim walked into the prepared arena at the corner. The loser was whoever fell to the ground or got thrown out of the arena. He unequipped all his equipment, showing a finely-toned muscled body.
"Wow! He must be a model in the past world," Jack remarked. "Even with an orc face, I can see his good look. Adding with that kind of body, he must be a lady-killer."
"Your guess is not far," Water Lily said.
Jim's opponent also entered the arena. Jack used Inspect. The orc's name was Seagull, a level 52 Berserker. Considering Jim's perfect-looking body, Seagull could be considered slightly obese. Seagull was strangely carrying a chair into the arena.
"Hey! No weapon allowed," One of the spectators by the side yelled.
Seagull acted like he didn't hear. He placed the chair on the ground and then sat on it.
"What the hell. Hey dude! You will be brawling, not having an arguing contest!" The same spectator yelled again.
Seagull continued to ignore him. He sat and had his two arms extended outward in a fighting pose.
"What the f*ck! Is he planning to fight while sitting down?"
"Damn it! So lazy!"
"No wonder he is fat."
"Jim, kick that fat and lazy ass!"
The crowd started to throw insults at Seagull and give their support to Jim.
Four Winds turned to Phithion, who didn't seem to mind his fighter's act.
"Ready?" A referee of the arena asked the two fighters.
"Ready!" Jim exclaimed.
Seagull simply nodded with a cocky face.
"Begin!" The referee announced.