“It’s… it’s necessary to have someone keep watch when sleeping on the grasslands, don’t… don’t you know that? If… if you sleep alone, you might get trampled to death by sheep, or… or even become food for gi… giant wolves.” Alarm Clock Man lectured William Carter endlessly, but he had a slight stutter, which made him rather unbearable.

However, seeing that he meant well, William Carter didn’t argue back. He let the words go in one ear and out the other, while sizing up the people behind Alarm Clock Man.

Counting Alarm Clock Man, there were four men and one woman. Ignoring the men, William Carter turned his gaze to the girl who looked about eighteen or nineteen.

She had delicate, refined features, long and narrow eyes, and dark green hair cascading over her shoulders. Her figure was tall and proud, her waist so slender it could be held in one hand, and her legs were round and straight.

She wore a dark blue light helmet, with a bright green plume tucked at the side, which complemented her pointed ears in a charming way.

In her hand she held a crescent-shaped blue and white moon blade, her slender fingers gently gripping it.

At her waist was a sheathed dagger, exquisite and small, yet exuding a chilling aura.

On her back was a silver shortbow, its milky white bowstring pressed against her mysterious curves, outlining her perfect figure in a way that was truly refreshing to behold.

This woman’s heroic spirit was the epitome of beauty. She ought to be riding a white horse in leather boots, galloping across the grasslands, bow and sharp arrows in hand, shooting at the cold river under the moon.

She was the Moon Knight Luna—Luna. It was just that her outfit had changed a bit, and she had become much more beautiful, so William Carter didn’t recognize her.

Well, that’s elves for you. For a human girl to look this perfect would be nearly impossible.

William Carter couldn’t help but secretly admire her.

Hmm… appearance, ninety-five points; figure, ninety-seven. But why were her eyes gray? He remembered that Jenny, who was also an elf, had blue eyes.

Noticing William Carter’s gaze, the girl showed a hint of displeasure and subtly lowered her helmet.

“Do you know that… that your life doesn’t belong to you alone? Do… do you know how much wealth the Biluo City Warrior Guild has invested in training warriors? Do you know, when people face… face danger, how heavy our responsibility is? We… we must protect the common people, for… for the honor of the Guardians…”

Alarm Clock Man was still going on and on, completely ruining William Carter’s mood for admiring beauties.

So there really is… a real-life Tang Monk in this world, and an evolved one at that—a stuttering Tang Monk.

As Alarm Clock Man was speaking, a tall, thin man behind him suddenly exclaimed.

“Demonic antelope!”

William Carter turned to look and saw the demonic antelope he had tamed crawling out from the pile of tents, lowering its head to graze again.

Everyone except William Carter tensed up, weapons drawn in an instant.

“Don’t attack, this is my little brother.” To prove his point, William Carter leapt onto the antelope’s back and sat steadily atop it. The antelope didn’t resist at all.

“This…” The tall, thin man looked astonished. “Did you use a level 0 Holy Persuasion Scroll, or maybe a Charm Scroll? To use such a precious scroll just for leveling, your family background must be impressive, brother. It’s just a pity that these scrolls weaken the tamed monster’s attributes by seventy percent, and the effect is time-limited. Still, that’s pretty amazing.”

As the tall, thin man said this, Luna looked up at William Carter, her brows knitting slightly.

Did she resent powerful families? Resent the rich? Interesting.

Not currying favor, not fearing authority—just like himself.

(Twisting his own resentment of the rich into not currying favor, the word “shameless” never existed in William Carter’s dictionary.)

As for that tall, thin youth, he’d been lukewarm before, but the moment he saw the demonic antelope, he started calling him “brother.” William Carter wasn’t impressed by people like that, so he replied with a fake smile, “Heh, brother, you guessed wrong.”

“Then what’s going on? How did you do it? Can I see the demonic antelope’s stats? Let me broaden my horizons.” The tall, thin youth sounded very humble, but William Carter had seen through this act long ago in his business days and was completely immune.

As the tall, thin youth spoke, William Carter noticed that the beautiful elf girl had perked up her ears to listen intently. She was pretending not to care, but her lively elven ears had already betrayed her.

“You know, if there’s a way to persuade monsters to fight for humans, that would be a major discovery. For newcomers, it would be a blessing. Newbies level up slowly, and for the honor of the Guardians, if only we could…”

“Sorry, that’s a trade secret.” William Carter grinned slyly. Seeing the beautiful girl’s hopes dashed as she listened in, he felt secretly delighted. These people were really interesting. Couldn’t a warrior have the Holy Persuasion skill? What kind of logic was that?

Actually, it wasn’t their fault. On the Dota Continent, innate skills were fixed: archery for elves, rejuvenation for druids, and so on. As for learned skills, the earliest you could get them was level six, and most people had to wait until level eleven.