After Maxing Out All Job Classes - Chapter 13

Chapter 13: Everyone’s Dad

Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

Robb left the merchant’s house with the maid he had just acquired.

The skinny blond girl, her head down, her hands dangling, trotted after him.

“What’s your name?” Robb asked.

“Please name me, Master.” The girl bowed her head.

Intrigued, Robb was about to say, “You might as well call yourself Remm from now on,” but then he thought better of it and changed his mind. “I don’t want to erase the name your parents gave you,” he said instead. “It’s the most precious gift your parents ever gave you. It will be with you for the rest of your life, so I’d rather hear your real name than have you carry the name I gave you. You may not like the name I gave you, but you’ll have to live with it. That might be a sad thing for you.”

It was a simple statement, and suddenly the girl was in tears. It took several seconds for her emotions to settle. “Thank you, Master,” she said in a very small voice. “My name is Lillian.”

“Good. Then I’ll call you Lillian from now on.” Robb smiled. “I’m Robert.”

“I’ll bear your honorific name in mind.”

“Well, you don’t have to be so polite.”

“Very well, my lord!”

Six sentences into the conversation, Robb found it a little hard to carry on. The maid indicated that she did not want to chat with you and threw an end-of-chat phrase at you—”Okay.”

Forget it. There was still time. It would be difficult for him to immediately chat with a stranger of the opposite sex. Robb smiled. “Forget it. I’ll get you new clothes first. Your clothes are dirty and full of holes. You have to change.”

‘As you command, my lord!’

The two of them arrived at the cloth shop in the center of town. As soon as they walked in, Robb was recognized by the shopkeeper. Westwind was too small. When Robb and the others had returned the night before with the skin of the wyvern, almost the entire town had remembered his face in that instant. After the dinner party, everyone knew he would settle in Westwind and run the town’s church.

Robb was immediately greeted by the shopkeeper with “welcome, welcome, and a warm welcome,” and he kept shouting “My Father” at him. Westerners called priests that way, so Robb had to force himself on the shopkeeper. He even had to wave at him and say, “God bless you, my son!”

He suddenly realized that he would be the father of all the townspeople in Westwind Town from now on! He would be a generation older than everyone he met, be it middle-aged or old. Anyone who saw him would have to obediently call him father. If he called him ‘son’, they would have to listen happily.

Still, the West was a place of no rules and tradition. Even a father had to pay to take his son’s things.

Westwind itself did not possess the ability to produce cloth. The cloth here had been transported by merchants from the big cities, so it was very expensive, much more expensive than cloth from other cities.

Lilian’s eyes were locked on the cheapest white burlap cloth in the shop. She looked at the price tag and her tongue stuck out in shock. ‘It’s so expensive!’ she thought. ‘The master may be a priest of the Light Church and by nature he’s benevolent and kind, but even he has to consider whether such expensive cloth is worth buying for his servants.’

As she thought this, she saw Robb’s hand on a roll of white cotton cloth that was several times more expensive than burlap. With a flick of his finger, a gold coin flew out and landed in the shopkeeper’s hand. “I’ll take this roll of cotton. Oh, and this jar of black dye next to it.” He shouldered the cloth with one hand, picked up the jar of dye with the other, and turned to leave.

The shopkeeper called from the back, “Hold on a moment. That roll of cotton only costs ten silver coins. The dye is cheaper. You don’t need to pay so much as a gold coin. Please stop. I’ll get you the change…”

Robb laughed. “Leave it to my maid.” He turned and left the shop.

The shopkeeper had to stop Lillian. “Hey, did Mr. Robert buy you as a maid?”

Lillian nodded her agreement.

‘Here! Take your master’s change back.’

Lillian had no choice but to stretch out her small hands and spread them flat. The shopkeeper placed eighty-two silver coins in her hand. As he did so, he warned her, “Don’t even think about taking the money and running away with it, little maid. Don’t say I didn’t warn you. Westwind Town is on the border, and there are monsters roaming outside. If you dare to run away with the money, you’ll die. Even if you do run to another town, or even to another country, the Light Church can bring you back.”

Lillian bowed her head. “I won’t run,” she said obediently. “Master is a good man. I will follow him well.”

In fact, even if the shopkeeper hadn’t warned her, she understood that almost all the townspeople in a town like Westwinds, with a population of no more than a thousand, knew each other. If she fled Robb, it wouldn’t take her long to be found hiding in the town. Escaping the town would be suicide. She wondered how many monsters were out there, waiting for the stupid ones to wander alone into the mountains and forests to feast.

If she wanted to survive, there was no alternative to doing what Robb told her.

In fact, from the moment her parents left her to be adopted by her aunt, she understood that she had to listen to others in order to survive in the future. The only difference was who she listened to. She was already extremely lucky to be able to follow a priest.

Lillian walked out of the shop with eighty-two silver coins in both hands, careful not to drop them. She hurried after Robb and followed him. “Here’s the change from the shopkeeper, master.”

“Oh, put it away,” Robb said without turning around. “For your pocket money.”

“Huh?” Lillian asked, startled.

Seeing the girl’s shocked and confused expression, Robb had no choice but to change his words. “I still need you to help me buy a lot of things. I’ll leave this money with you for now.”

“Phew!” Lillian breathed.

Although the girl didn’t say much, she was quite interesting. Robb found that he liked to tease her.

Presently, they returned to the church.

In the eyes of ordinary people, the church was a very sacred place. Lilian prayed at the door for a long time before she dared to step inside. She felt quite happy to think that she would be living here from now on. There would be no vicious aunts, and she would no longer have to worry about being sold. The new owner seemed very gentle and a good man.

Robb smiled. “Come here, Lillian. I’ll make you a new suit first.”

“Making clothes?” Lillian exclaimed at this. Leaving aside the fact that the fabric Robb intended to use was expensive cotton, the most incredible thing to Lillian was that he had actually said, “I’ll do it for you.” She couldn’t help but feel a little anxious. “Master, how can you do that? Please let me cut the clothes myself.”

Robb turned her down with a stern look. “No. I’m sure the style of clothes you make yourself will not satisfy me.”