Chương 1269: [1185] - Y06.085 - Trouble in Floria II

Mountain Bear leaned in to the Commander's ear, whispering a few words, and the Commander flushed slightly. This was the perfect chance to finally make a name for herself after all, but as her eyes took in the sight of the various Iyrmen, and the viciousness within their eyes, she realised mistakes could be made if she handled this situation poorly.

"You will need to remain outside the walls, for this is a troubling matter," the Commander finally said, which was still a failure on her part, but at the very least, she had gained valuable information about the Iyrmen here.

"Okay," Jurot replied, realising this was the best they could do, however that didn't mean the trouble was already over. They would need to somehow smooth things over, otherwise the Aldish may make this small issue so much bigger, and that would be troublesome for his brother, and the business.

"We appreciate your graciousness, but we will settle ourselves within the hills," Kitool informed the Commander, bowing her head lightly towards the woman. The Commander let out a small sigh of relief, and she bowed her head, allowing the group to continue on their way. Uwajin smiled towards Mountain Bear, bowing her head respectfully, gaining a small bow of acknowledgement.

'It is a shame we cannot share tales, since she does not know the truth?'

"Just how many people did the old geezer kill?" Adam whispered.

"Many," Jurot replied.

"He crippled almost as many as he killed."

"Damn, that's crazy…" Adam whispered, reminded of his grandfather's reign of terror once more.

"Rock Bear was a great warrior," Jurot recalled.

"Grandfather took his arm, but it did little to slow down the old warrior. Even without his arm, he almost killed granduncle."

"Really?" Adam asked, his voice full of awe.

'Damn! The Aldishmen have some crazy monsters themselves, huh?'

"That blade is also a great blade, which has helped his family," the Iyrman stated.

"It's just a Great blade, but they're still that strong?"

"No, it is Greater Enhanced."

"I thought you-, oh, right, I got you." Adam slowly nodded his head.

'I really do need to change those terms somehow…'

"The blade is Greater Enhanced, but wielded by those who inherit its will, it is Legendary Enhanced."

"Oh! Whoa! So it's sort of like Gentle Rain?"

"Quiet Rain," Jurot corrected.

"Yes."

"Damn…"

"It is greater than Quiet Rain." Adam whistled.

"What does it do?"

"It hurts."

"It hurts?"

"Brother Mork may have died."

"Oh…" Adam glanced aside towards the other carriage, which contained the Brother, who had apparently been so close to death.

"I saw my life flash before my eyes," Mork admitted.

"Why did you step forward?"

"Since they brought me a drink, I should step forward," Mork stated simply, causing his brother to blink.

"Are you an idiot?"

"Must you ask?"

"Right…" Tork rubbed his forehead.

'What am I going tah do with you?' Meanwhile at the fort, the Commander wondered if she should have let him go. Instead of dwelling on it, she wrote a report and quickly sent it off back to Red Oak. It was only after she had noticed the young teen that she had realised just how wise her decision she had made, since technically she had threatened a child of the Iyr, though since they hadn't mentioned anything, it should be fine. Help support creative writers by finding and reading their stories on the original site.

Right? Mana: 28 -> 25 Mork blinked, recalling how the half elf had already cast two Third Gate spells that day, and yet this was certainly a third. No, that wasn't the biggest issue, since this spell was not a Priest's spell, as far as he was aware.

"Alright! I'm going to be taking a bath first…" Adam glanced aside towards Taygak.

"No, wait. Taygak, Nirot, Naqokan, Uwajin, you four have your baths first, I'll go in… after everyone else has already taken a bath." Mork watched as the half elf's face went from shame to shame, before finally accepting the worst time to bathe, if nothing else so that his heart remained soothed by the lack of guilt.

'Why are you worried about that when…' Tork placed a hand on Mork's shoulder, and as Mork glanced over his shoulder, he followed Tork's gaze to meet Dunes' gaze. The Aswadian Priest shook his head lightly, and returned back to cooking the meal for that day. Mork decided to follow the Brother's advice and decided against thinking too deeply about Adam and the ridiculousness which surrounded him.

The half elf had already shocked him with how quickly Adam had formed a ditch with his magic, casting his trick about to shift the earth around, while the Iyrmen had staked the earth with nearby trees they had swiftly cut down. Even Taygak had assisted, the teen having kept in rhythm with her cousins.

'It is no wonder the Iyrmen are so eager for war when their youth are so well prepared…' Adam waited for his turn to bathe, the half elf staring up at the darkening sky. It had been a while since they had camped out in the open, the others telling him he couldn't form a tower within the last fort in order not to draw any attention to themselves. Thankfully he had requisitioned a water basin for himself, or rather, Mork had done so in order to clean himself for prayer, which Dunes and Adam had also used.

'Should I send word back to-,' A horn blasted through the air from nearby, and though the half elf filled with a tension, he let out a small sigh of annoyance. An arrow fell towards the group, landing firmly within the earth, with a small note attached to the back of it. Adam eyed up the strangers who had shot it, before quickly realising just what they were, adorned in their chain, riding their horses, and wielding their bows. Kitool read the note, nodding towards Jurot, and the pair approached the soldiers.

After a small conversation, the riders followed along towards the large group, and seeing the number of Iyrmen, they bowed their heads. They then glanced down towards Adam, noting the half elf and his tattoo, before glancing back aside towards the rest.

"You should be careful, there are Reavers about," one of the soldiers said.

"There were some further west in Aldland," Kitool replied.

"They were further in Aldland? Where?" the soldier asked, suddenly far more interested in this information than the people.

"Near the Iyr's land, towards the west of Red Oak."

"Near the Iyr's land?"

"Near it, but not upon," Kitool stated firmly. The soldier quickly jotted it down within her book.

"Is there anything else you can tell us?"

"They are strong. It is estimated they were at the level of a Grandmaster, Mithril." The soldiers could feel the chill creep within their hearts, and as the Iyrman volunteered no more information, they eyed up the area.

"It seems you aren't ill prepared at least." The soldiers politely greeted the Priests, and made to leave, up until they greeted the half elf with the symbol of Baktu. A half elf who wore the symbol of the Iyr's Lord of Death?

"Are you…"

"Yeah, probably," the half elf replied.

"Adam, was it?" the soldier asked, keeping the half elf's gaze upon her own.

"Yep, that's me," Adam replied, letting out another small sigh of annoyance, smiling that kind of smile that did not mean he was happy.

"Let me guess, I'm not welcome here?"

"You are not."

"Oh… really?" Adam asked, half surprised at the very expected answer.

"You are banned from entering this land."

"I am? I didn't hear this from Lord Royce when we chatted earlier in the day."

"You spoke with Lord Marshal Royce?" the soldier asked, narrowing her eyes suspiciously.

"I'm a Priest. I cast Sending to speak with him." The soldier blinked, realising that it checked out, and she flushed lightly.

"What did he say?"

"Well, I told him we came bearing a gift for the King, as well as an offer."

"What is this gift, and what is this offer?"

"The gift is a magical weapon. The offer is to procure more, during a time when the Reavers are rampaging across the land." Adam smiled innocently, with that kind of smile and that kind of innocence, towards the soldier, who was currently calculating the matter within her mind. The soldier pulled away upon her horse, whispering to the others, eyeing up the group. If they hadn't been full of so many Iyrmen, there was no way they would have risked even conversing with them.

However, if the Crazy Father was there, this was an entirely different matter. However, however, if the Crazy Father had come to do business, then could they really refuse him?

"Do you represent a business?" the soldier finally asked.

"I do. I am Executive Adam, High Alchemist of the United Kindom, and if someone doesn't want me around, that's fine, we'll take our business to Aldland, where it is more welcome." Adam smiled innocently.

"Is what he says true?" the woman asked, her eyes firmly fixated upon Kitool's.

"Yes," Kitool replied, since technically everything Adam said was true, from a certain point of view.

"What business is this?" Once Kitool explained the business to the soldier, and their roles within them, with a heavy implication that if they refused Adam, they wouldn't do business with Floria. The soldier thought deeply on the matter, since losing access to an Enchanter like this was a terrible idea.

"I will speak with the Commander," the soldier eventually said.

"Remain here, and we will arrive at noon with our answer."

"Okay," Kitool replied. Adam let out another annoyed sigh.

"I didn't realise killing a child murderer was going to bring so much trouble. I would have at least had some fun."