Chương 1101: [1035] - Y05.035 - Good Work

"Boo boo ba bo ba," Virot said, staring up at her father from beside him within her basket.

"You don't say?" Adam replied, holding onto the soft little pillow, squeezing it within his hand, waiting for his daughter to get bored of talking.

"Bobobo?"

"What? She did?" Adam gasped.

"Goo!"

"Wow! I can't believe she said that."

"Aboo," Virot confirmed, her smile growing wide, revealing her pink gums. She threw up her hands in delight, before suddenly distracted by the flash of colour in front of her face. She reached out to grab at the pillow before it dropped onto her stomach.

"Oh dear," Adam said, holding the tiny pillow up to her once more, allowing her to grab at it with a hand, the girl squeezing it slightly. She giggled and squealed, holding it up above her, her body jolting slightly, before she dropped the pillow beside her and it disappeared from her view.

"I'll find you something else to play with," Adam assured, reaching down to tickle her nose, distracting her once more, as the existence of the pillow disappeared.

"Is it fine?" Jurot held Damrot on his lap, the boy's head against his chest. Damrot remained silent as he stared at his father, but every time Jurot spoke, the boy smiled shyly, sucking on his hand.

"You must eat well to grow big."

'You've got the spirit, Jurot.'

"Will you swing your axe well?" Jurot asked, causing the boy to smile once more.

"Yes. You will." As the rays of noonval fell upon the land, Adam continued to enchant. During his first breaks, he spent time with his children. Konarot, Kirot, and Karot each lazed about near him. Jirot and Jarot were excited to play Warriors and Wanderers.

"No! Daddy!" Jirot gasped.

"That's the way the die rolled, my dear."

"Daddy..." Jarot pouted.

"I know, I know, but look, even though they've run away, you still managed to find the Stick of Doom, didn't you?"

"Stupid stick!" Jirot huffed.

"I want to beat him up!"

"You can beat him up later, maybe you can use the Stick of Doom to beat him up?"

"No! I beat him with my fists! My own two hands! I tell Lucy I did it!" Virot squealed with delight at her sister's declaration, the girl dribbling lightly, before her father cleaned up her face. Vonda smiled, reaching down to tickle the girl's hair, before she glanced aside to find her mother. The girl fell still for a moment, before she threw up her fists, her gumfilled smile completely engulfing Vonda's sight. Adam completed the first set of equipment, from the shields to the weapons.

He had promised two to his twin cousins for their assistance at the business, while he promised at least one to Chief Terry.

'If I hand out three to each village, I'll only have three for the business. Should I do two for the villages, then promise more as the months pass? Kiara could make them a few. I feel like I'm missing something.' Adam checked his book, going to find his notes from the end of last year and the beginning of this year.

'Oh. Yeah. I really shouldn't forget about her.' Adam finished writing in his book, before leaning back, taking a moment for himself.

'I half expected the Iyr to send Raygak to us. Jaygak, you better be spoiling him today.' For once, Adam had shown restraint, only forging a sword for the boy out of magic. The next morning, Jirot huffed, holding her hands behind her back as she escorted her father to the entrance of the building, before glancing away.

"I know..." Adam dropped down to kiss her forehead, before kissing Jarot's cheek too, embracing the pair.

"I only forgive you because Elder Gold said," Jirot stated, but she grabbed her father's neck into a hug, and kissed his cheek.

"Thank you for being so merciful, my dear." Adam went back to enchanting, off to create a ridiculous set of weapons, one that the Duchess wouldn't mind, and one which he and Jurot could utilize. If you discover this narrative on Amazon, be aware that it has been stolen. Please report the violation. He found that Konarot liked reading to the children too, and upon his return she had even resisted the urge to go charge her father.

She yawned, placing the book down as her father hugged her, before she handed him the book to read while sitting upon his lap. Kirot and Karot each flanked their father, cuddling up to his biceps. Kirot nuzzled against her father's arm, while Karot's tail swayed behind him in joy.

"I like nano's stories most," Jirot admitted at the end of the tale, the girl glancing around, as if her nano would randomly appear.

"I miss nano."

"I'm sure nano misses you too," Adam said.

"Come," Jirot said, standing up.

"We make present for nano when she comes back." Little Jarot smiled, following his sister as she stormed away, while the triplets cuddled up to their father. That evening, Adam brought back Damrot after changing his clothy, only to find his daughter his youngest daughter glaring at him.

"..." Adam returned back with the girl a short while later, finding Damrot in his basket, the boy sucking his dummy quietly. He placed Virot down near the boy, before picking Damrot up, staring into his eyes. They were dark, like both his mother and father. The boy smiled from behind his dummy, before returning back to sucking as Adam nestled the boy's head to his neck. He could hear the gently wet noises of Damrot sucking his dummy, feeling his gentle breath against his neck.

'You need to eat more so you can be chonky like your uncles,' Adam thought, feeling the boy's lightness against him. Yet, he was certainly even heavier than when he first returned. His hair had grown longer too, and his eyes held a greater clarity within them, and tracked him smoother.

"Damrot, blink twice if you want me to save you from your father and mother," Adam whispered, planting a firm kiss on the boy's forehead.

"It's okay, I can be your daddy too. I'll spoil you lots and lots. What? You won't betray your mummy and daddy? What about just your daddy? Gosh, okay, fine. How can you be so well behaved?" Damrot rubbed his eye, before reaching out with his tiny hands, grabbing at Adam's tunic, before he reached up for Adam's collar and gripped it tight.

"Did you learn this technique from Kavgak?" Adam teased, reaching down with a finger, allowing the boy to grab at it instead.

"Brother!" Lanarot called, rushing up to Adam, her hair bouncing atop her head.

"It is time for Damrot to eat." Adam reached over to ruffle Lanarot's hair, his heart aching for the death of the time when she called him papa.

'What? Just because she turns five, now she's got to address people properly? Are you saying my darling sister is growing up against my words?'

"Brother?" Lanarot called, her tiny eyes staring up expectantly at him.

"Okay," Adam replied, almost sadly, before he cautiously stood and carried the boy to his mother. He felt the boy squirm upon seeing his mother, reaching out for the woman, before surrendering him to her.

"I guess I'll take Virot to eat too..." Once Adam was done, he decided to take a walk around the Front Iyr, holding his twins' hands, Jirot excited to lead her father around, talking his ear off about this family and that family. She waved at some of the Iyrmen who had visited the estates to speak of their tales to the young, and even pointed to one of the Iyrmen who was teaching the children.

Adam dropped down and lifted his children up in each arm, planting firm kisses on their foreheads once more, before cuddling them while standing. Jirot and Jarot smiled, hugging their father's neck from each side. Meanwhile Adam stood, losing himself in their warmth.

'I won't be able to enjoy this for long,' Adam thought. It wasn't long before the month passed and Adam could no longer delay an adventure. The business welcomed the carriages once more, with Jirot storming off, screaming for her nano, with little Jarot following after her. Gangak picked up the twins, smirking towards the old one armed cripple, while Jogak glanced aside to the old man to see how he'd react.

"Good evening, everyone. I hope I'm not interrupting anything?" Adam smiled towards the group who were eating around the courtyard of an estate. Adam waved his hand to all the workers, glad to see they were all doing well. He could spot Rick wanted to speak with him.

"We're going to be leaving tomorrow to deal with some business in the North," Adam explained, standing tall in front of the business.

"Jane, Mork, and Tork, you'll be coming along with us, but otherwise, it should be business as usual." Adam peeked to one side, checking in on a particular girl, only to find her crawling from her mother to a set of blocks.

'What?' Lucy, who had missed Jirot and Jarot, smiled slightly at the half elf, whose heart ached. Jurot placed a hand on Adam's shoulder, reminding him of his task.

"Good work!" Jirot exclaimed towards Jeremy, holding the sword, while her grandmother kept a finger upon the strap to ease its weight for her granddaughter.

"Thank you, Little Boss," Jeremy replied, taking the blade from the girl, only for his eyebrows to raise.

'Oh!' Remy noted his cousin's reacting, before accepting the blade from the shyer Jarot, who quickly retreated to his sister and grandmother. His brows raised in surprise too, feeling the tingle of magic.

"They're swords because I expect that much of you," Adam said, doing his best not to let the scene overwhelm him. Rick eyed up his own sword, and Greg and Charley accepted their own large weapons.

"John, Ivy, we'll be figuring out bows for you another time, so please accept our apologies at this moment."

"S'alright, Executive," John replied, throwing a look to Rick, smiling slightly. Ivy nodded.

"I have complete faith that you will all be able to defend the business if something happens," Adam said, eyeing up the group. They were each Experts, and with Jonn and Fred and their fantastic weapons, they would be in decent hands. If nothing else, there was Sonarot, who would guide them. He threw a look to the remaining Iyrmen, many of whom were going to disappear into the Iyr. A chill fell within Adam, a chill which whispered within his ear, telling him this was a mistake, but he pushed it away.

There was only really one issue Adam sensed with leaving the business without all the Iyrmen's support.

"Isn't the North dangerous?" a voice called.

"Are you going to take me too?"