After Maxing out all Classes

Chapter 872: I heard many legends about him.

Gorda, Jike, Xuelu, and Suofa all burst into laughter. “Indeed, Westwind City is currently the most comfortable city. However, Godfather is constructing an even better city on the New Continent. It’s called Shuangqing City, a completely new city planned from scratch. The foundational development is even better than that of Westwind City. According to Godfather himself, it will welcome immigrants of all races, skin colors, beliefs, and nationalities from around the world to reside there. In the future, that place might become even greater and more habitable than Westwind City. But well… it’s probably something we won’t see in our lifetime.”

Chris and the others were filled with longing. However, adventurers as a species, even if they yearn for a place, it doesn’t mean they would want to settle there. Their ambitions span far and wide, and their nature is inclined towards wandering and adventure. They won’t halt until an arrow pierces their knee.

After Chris and the others expressed their yearning, they could only smile and say they would have to wait until retirement before going to that place.

At this point, Chris thought of something else and couldn’t help but ask, “By the way, Gorda, you three often operate in Westwind City. Have you spoken with this Godfather? I’ve heard many legends about him, but I haven’t met him. What kind of person is he?”

Upon hearing this, Gorda and the others wanted to point out Robb’s identity, but they noticed Robb had been acting ignorant and evasive all along. They understood he wasn’t keen on revealing his status, so they forcibly held back.

Gorda said, “We’re quite familiar with Godfather!”

Xuelu smirked, “Absolutely, very familiar. I’m his wife.”

“Snort!” Robb beside them spewed out a mouthful of Coca-Cola.

Chris’s entire team was utterly perplexed.

Everyone on the WestWestwind City side froze for a few seconds, only to hear Gorda say irritably, “Hey, Xuelu, don’t make up relationships.”

Xuelu replied, “Whether it’s made up or not, let’s wait and see.”

Chris said, “Oh, so it’s a ‘let’s wait and see’ relationship. Scared me for a moment there. Let’s focus on the main point. Is Godfather really as formidable as the legends say? I’ve heard that he single-handedly fought a black dragon, spun around and slapped the black dragon’s face, and even drew a mustache on the black dragon’s face.”

“Tsk!” Robb spewed out another mouthful of Cola.

Suofa whispered beside them, “That’s not true. Don’t listen to those bards’ nonsense. While Godfather is indeed strong, he had quite a struggle dealing with the black dragon. In his own words, he barely managed to hold on. If the fight had prolonged, he would have been defeated as well. That’s why he couldn’t kill the black dragon that time; he merely forced it to retreat. Currently, Godfather is giving his all, searching everywhere for rare minerals, aiming to create many excellent pieces of equipment in preparation for killing the black dragon.”

Chris said, “You seem quite familiar?”

Suofa replied, “Because I was also there during that battle against the black dragon.”

This sentence immediately made all eight adventurers envious, causing their eyes to turn red. Not only Chris’s group, even Xuelu and her companions had expressions of envy and jealousy.

Suofa continued, “Don’t look at me with those eyes. I was completely useless in that battle. I only managed to stab the dragon’s belly twice with my daggers, but I couldn’t even pierce its scales. Godfather said the damage from those two stabs was 2 points. I foolishly asked how much damage I needed to deal to defeat the black dragon, and… Godfather told me it was 99999999 points.”

This statement left Chris and the others nearly dumbfounded, “What did you just say?”

Suofa calmly replied, “You heard me right, the black dragon is that powerful.”

Chris and the others: “…”

After a prolonged silence, Chris raised his hand and pointed to his own nose, asking, “With my strength, how much damage do you think I could deal to that black dragon with a shield bash?”

Suofa glanced at the mithril equipment on Chris’s body and said, “Your full set of mithril gear is much superior to the equipment I used against the black dragon. Moreover, your personal combat prowess is strong. Taking both factors into account, I estimate your shield bash could deal… a little over five hundred points of damage to the black dragon.”

Chris: “…”

The nearby fire magician also pointed to his nose, “And me?”

Suofa responded, “Magical damage is generally a bit higher than physical. Being an advanced fire magician, your Fire blast should probably hit for over a thousand.”

The fire magician plopped down to the ground with a disappointed look, his upper body slumping forward, “Are you saying that us novices would never stand a chance against the black dragon?”

Suofa shook her head, “Don’t think like that. Over a thousand is actually quite impressive. Godfather has mentioned that while the black dragon is strong, it has a significant weakness in this world – there’s no limit to the number of people who can engage it. So, as long as each person gives their best and launches the most powerful attacks, collectively we will eventually bring down the black dragon. Besides, if you’re willing to join the fight against the black dragon, Godfather will surely provide you with top-quality equipment. At that point, you’ll be able to unleash even greater combat prowess.”

Upon hearing this, Chris became curious, “I’m already wearing mithril gear, which is the best equipment in the world aside from saronite. Could Godfather provide me with something even better? Is he planning to outfit me with a set of saronite gear to fight the black dragon? Oh, that would be amazing.”

“Mithril is nothing special,” Suofa said. “Godfather mentioned that there are many peculiar and rare ores in this world. We used to only know about mithril as the highest level, completely unaware of those even more advanced ores. So, no one used to extract these ores to craft equipment. However, Godfather recognizes them. He has taught us to identify Arcanite, Saronite, and Titansteel. Who knows, there might be even more powerful things in the future.”

The more Chris and the others listened, the more their admiration for Godfather surged like an endless river. They couldn’t help but sigh, “If there’s a chance in the future, we must meet the old man in person.”

Robb could only inwardly complain on the side, [Hey! I’m not old at all, okay?]

“Alright, the adventurous tales have gone on long enough; it’s time for sleep,” Chris checked his pocket watch again and continued, “Rest up, so we’ll have the energy to continue exploring tomorrow. But the underground world is unpredictable and full of risks. We can’t all sleep at once; we need to take turns keeping watch. With ten people, we’ll split into four groups, each group keeping watch for two hours during the night.”

Dividing ten people into four groups was quite tricky. They needed to consider the strengths and ensure that each group could handle unexpected situations.

Chris glanced at Robb, finding it hard to gauge his abilities. He wasn’t sure how to assign groups. Robb didn’t really look like a powerful priest – his face seemed young, and he had a carefree expression, almost clueless about common adventurer knowledge throughout the journey. He was essentially like a beginner.