My Guardian System: The Trader

The giant duckling subconsciously stepped back a step. Jem was only teasing it. He didn't truly care if it looked delicious or not because it was useless for someone like him, who lost his sense of taste.

Perhaps noticing the tense behavior of the giant mount. "What's up, Feather Mama?" Asked the baldy while rubbing the giant duckling's feathers.

Ack!

The giant duckling responded in a wail.

"What? A dangerous aura nearby?" The baldy said as though he was conversing with a human.

That surprised Jem.

All the Supa-Duckling member's faces turned serious at that instant. Their eyes darted around, inspecting the surroundings. They saw the lying corpses of what seemed like dead monsters. Their eyes turned wide upon seeing them.

The leader jumped off of the carriage, following him were some members, they stoutly passed Jem.

All of them were exuding a warrior's aura. Even the look in their eyes when they passed by had a keenness of an experienced soldier. On the contrary, there was only a carefree look on Jem's face.

They went straight to where Miles and Oldman Barn was. But not all of them went in that direction. The other members warned Jem to stay away from the entrance before they walked towards it.

There were a total of seven people from the Supa-Duckling guild. All of them were garbed in different customs.

Nonetheless, four of them along with the baldy went straight towards Miles and Oldman Barn, while the other three walked towards the dungeon entrance.

He turned away his gaze from those people at the dungeon entrance. He looked at the Supa-Duckling guild members, who came towards Miles and Oldman Barn. He noticed Miles' face brightened upon seeing these people from the Supa-Duckling guild.

His understanding of a guild was that it was a group of people who work together, help each other, or something like that.

In the academy, there were also groups known as clubs, but he failed to join one. Well, accurate to say, no one accepted him.

Regardless, he wondered if the guild was also the same as those clubs in the Academy.

Guild, huh. It was the first time he saw one. Desty mentioned it before. But at that time, he had little interest in them. So, he wasn't seriously listening to her when she was talking about it.

"Troll?!"

He heard a sudden exclamation. It was coming from the bald man.

They seem to be surprised to see the dead monsters. There was a look of shock on their faces.

"But who—!" Their female companion seemed to want to ask something, but she suddenly stopped when she saw the bald man's raised hand.

"Why leader?" Asked their female companion.

"Uh, Claire, can you heal his injury first?"

The bald man, who was also the leader of their group, said that. As he uttered those words his snout also pointed in the direction of Oldman Barn.

"Okay, no problem."

Without hesitation, the female companion named Claire responded.

When Claire got close to Oldman Barn, she immediately focused her right palm on Oldman Barn's foot where his injury could be seen.

Oldman Barn blinked his eyes in wonder.

"What are you doing?" He asked.

"Don't worry I don't have bad intentions. We are all ex-humans. Each of us has our own class of power. My power is, I can heal a wound or any minor injury," Claire explained.

"Just relax yourself, grandpa," Miles said suddenly as there was a smile on her face.

"Ah, really? O-okay…"

Although somewhat skeptical, he still followed the advice of his dear granddaughter.

Jem was just watching intently when a ring appeared on Claire's arm. Following this, her palm gradually brightens. A bright light-green color covered her entire palm.

The light seemed to reflect on the affected part of Oldman Barn's injury.

Jem also noticed that the clear expression on Oldman Barn's face was slowly returning. The frown on his face caused by the pain of his injury was gone.

After healing Oldman Barn's injury, one can see its sheer amazement.

"Haha! Ex-humans like you are really very mysterious," he said happily.

The leader just nodded in response. Claire came back to his side as if nothing had happened.

Miles was overjoyed. She repeatedly thanked them.

"Don't mind it. We are also happy to cure your— grandfather?" Said the leader.

"I see. Uh, right. My name is Baxter and I am the leader of this squad. Can we know who killed these monsters?"

Before answering, the two turned in Jem's direction. When they noticed his nod, they sighed in relief.

He really doesn't care if everyone knows about him because he really doesn't have anything to hide. His conscience is clear and he has no hidden stench.

Miles first helped her grandfather stand up. When he stood up, he shook the dirt off the buŧŧȯċks of his old pants before slowly opening his mouth.

The old man tapped his granddaughter on the shoulder. "Let me…" he said. He meant that he was the one to answer.

Miles nodded slightly.

"The person who beat them is an ex-human like you. And he is here with us right now," the calm response of the old man.

"Ah! Really?" When they heard the old man's response, they immediately turned around. However, they do not see a personality that matches what they are thinking.

Apart from them, only one ȧduŀt and two youngsters are currently present in the area. It seems impossible that one of these children killed the monsters. In fact, they are not old enough to kill even one troll.

The troll belongs to the C-rank monster. Only level 2 ex-humans and above have the ability to kill them. Even if we ȧssume that the trolls were just killed by luck, it seems impossible for that to happen because it wasn't just a troll sprawling around them. So, the only conclusion is that a strong ex-human did end them.