Chapter 449: Frangipani’s Plan
Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Pit-pattering rain fell on the upturned turf of grass that was kicked up by horses. The scent of fresh soil pervaded the air. An Elf who had green symbols on his head walked over the grass. He lowered his head and grabbed so clay to stuff into his mouth, but he was stopped by his Human comrade. The Human gave him an eye signal and looked at another person who didn’t have green symbols above his head.
“Don’t eat. Be imrsive in your role,” the Human with green symbols above his head said.
They were in a long contingent that consisted mostly of Fairies, Humans, and Elves with green symbols above their heads.
They were transporting various materials like tal from Eternal Kingdom.
The destination was Goldshire Town.
Though the gars didn’t find any traces of the Wyvern, they had a massive breakthrough in forging weapons for fighting it.
Many gars contributed their knowledge, especially the technically inclined gars who designed powerful Ballistas.
They said, “Just like the Hobbits in the movies, we can shoot down the Wyvern.”
Nobody knew if the arrows could penetrate the Wyvern’s armor as they hadn’t seen one. The survivors of the Wyvern attack couldn’t provide any information. Besides describing it as Dragon-like, they didn’t have other details. They were terrified by the Wyvern’s appearance, steep diving, and breathing of flas and were just glad that they survived.
The Humans without green symbols above their heads were residents of Goldshire Town who were acting as guides. The gars didn’t know how to get to Goldshire Town.
Lancelot was leading the contingent while chatting with the guide.
“Nobody expected such a thing to happen. Since my aunt left, I felt that sothing ominous would happen. The Duke of York sent so Knights to our town. I thought they were levying mandatory taxes. Our town isn’t doing well financially, and the mayor didn’t pay the required taxes. Then the Knights attacked Victoria City. Don’t be mistaken, we aren’t gloating about them attacking you. Do you get my aning?”
Lancelot was listening intently to the guide who complained about his education and work. As a mber of the Church governnt, he had to revise his howork daily. Lancelot wasn’t interested in such stuff.
While Lancelot was wondering when the guide would stop talking, he heard galloping sounds ahead and saw a horseman.
He scread, “Wyvern! It’s a Wyvern!”
Lancelot tugged his reins nervously. He was about to ask for the Wyvern’s location when a loud bellow answered his question.
With a shrill shriek, a winged figure of about twenty to thirty ters flew over Lancelot’s head, and the shadow engulfed the convoy.
“Holy cow! What’s that?”
“This is exciting. That’s a Wyvern, It’s a Wyvern!”
“Prepare the long-distance weapons. Everyone disperse!”
The gars shouted excitedly while the residents of Goldshire Town fled in terror.
The Wyvern observed the convoy while it flew from the start to the end. Then it returned and opened its mouth that was full of sharp teeth.
Fatal flas shot out from his mouth.
The flas engulfed the goods, horses, and gars, which lted instantly.
This included the gars’ equipnt.
“Shucks! How could I forget? The Wyvern’s flas will lt our equipnt!”
“Why are we still fighting? Let’s flee and find so cover!”
“Help, help, help put out the fire. My Plate Leggings are burning!”
The gars witnessed the destruction of the flas and panicked, fleeing in all directions. The Wyvern was relishing in the destruction. It ca back, flew over the convoy, and breathed more fire.
The long contingent was wrecked by the Wyvern, and the gars and residents of Goldshire Town fled in panic. As for Lancelot, he was unable to deal with the Wyvern.
He prayed that the flas wouldn’t hit him as he tugged the reins to guide the horse towards the forest. The other gars also ran towards the forest. Though, a few stray gars fled to the plains and beca live targets for the Wyvern.
The entire convoy was in flas.
...
Dragonborn walked out of the Revival Point. Many other gars of Victoria City also walked out naked from the Revival Point. They cursed and swore as they proceeded to their Stronghold.
“What the heck? Why is the Wyvern so strong? It destroyed us with a breath of fire. Not even our equipnt was spared.”
“Cool. If we kill this Wyvern, our rewards won’t be less than the rewards received by those silly gars of Eternal Kingdom.”
“It’s difficult. Our lives are difficult. We can’t hit the Wyvern in the sky. If only we had an Airship or a seventy to eighty ters tall Gundam. I’d slash the Wyvern to bits.”
Dragonborn proceeded to his Stronghold. During the Wyvern’s attack, Dragonborn was killed by the Wyvern’s flas.
When Dragonborn passed by Lord Lilo’s Castle, he noticed many gars gathered at the entrance.
“What happened?” Dragonborn asked a gar.
“Soone stood at the entrance and shouted to the Queen that the Wyvern killed her citizens. It was ant as a joke, but the Queen appeared and asked for the details. We are now waiting for new developnts in the Plot,” the gar explained excitedly.
“What’s there to be excited about? Is this the first ti you’re playing this ga? Isn’t it normal for the gars to develop the Plot? A lot of Plots are developed by us,” another gar said.
An excited gar walked out of the Castle. He was followed by two Hamsters and Queen Victoria.
“The Plot is starting. Everyone be quiet!” a gar shouted. There was no need for a reminder. When Queen Victoria appeared, the gars went into Plot Animation Mode.
“I heard that you discovered a Wyvern. Our priority is to attack the Duke of York. As a Queen, it’s not appropriate for to venture outside without a proper ride. After discussing with my advisors, Second Boss and Fat Otaku, I decided to let you, my citizens, capture the Wyvern and give you generous rewards. Second Boss and Fat Otaku will provide appropriate assistance as it’s hard for you to defend against the Wyvern’s fla attacks. That’s all. Disperse.”
Queen Lilo went back into the Castle after speaking.
The gars started chatting once the Plot Animation Mode was deactivated.
“I said there’s a Plot Mission. It’s great. We have the gold from Goldshire Town and the Queen’s reward. I guess it’s Legendary Equipnt.”
“She can’t possibly give Legendary Equipnt to everyone. The rewards will be allocated according to contribution. There might not be any Legendary Equipnt. Perhaps, it’s just Reputation Points and gold coins. That’s what Eternal Kingdom is doing.”
“Is Victoria City the sa as Eternal Kingdom? Their missions are exploiting them. We only have to spend gold coins to buy powerful equipnt, while they have to spend Magic Stones.”
The gars discussed enthusiastically. They were thrilled by the latest Plot.
That was after the Queen returned to her Castle.
Two Hamsters stood at the entrance and looked at the gars. Second Boss shouted, “Warriors of Victoria City, we’ll provide fireproofing materials for your equipnt. This will require three days and so materials. Let take a look...”
The Hamster took out a piece of paper and read the words from it.
The mission notice appeared before the gars.
[Mission Title: Preparation For Hunting The Wyvern
Mission Description: The Wyvern attacked the citizens of Victoria City. Queen Victoria is enraged. She has decided to capture it and use it as her personal ride. Warriors, we have to capture the destructive Wyvern. Preparations are needed for hunting the Wyvern.
Mission Objective:
Work at the Stronghold at the road intersection: 0/50,000 hours (Full-service mission)
Submit various materials: 0/100,000 (Full-service mission)
Mission Reward: Queen Victoria will obtain her ride, while the gars will obtain Reputation Points and the Queen’s reward. We aren’t sure what reward that is.
Mission Penalty: Queen Victoria will be unhappy and will hunt for the Wyvern for a long ti. The gars will be unable to attack the York Territory.]
The gars weren’t sure what effects the Mission Penalty had on them. However, to allow the Plot to progress, the gars would work diligently and submit the required materials. The gars were used to being exploited anyway.
Dragonborn returned to his Stronghold to retrieve new equipnt after watching the Plot Animation. Unlike Arthur, he didn’t have Legendary Equipnt that wouldn’t be destroyed. He only had a Legendary Weapon that was Soulbound to him.
“Dragonborn Bro!”
When he entered the Stronghold, he saw a female character approaching him. It was Softie.
“Wah, she’s sweet when greeting Dragonborn. We don’t receive such good treatnt,” a Guild mber teased Softie.
Softie showed her clenched fist and punched the mber who teased her, then pushed him away.
She wanted him to bug off so that he wouldn’t interrupt the private conversation between Dragonborn and herself.
That Guild mber left, but Dragonborn didn’t talk much to Softie. It wasn’t because he was cold to Softie, it was because a few gars were waiting outside the Guild Stronghold.
“Is Dragonborn in? Where’s your Guild Chairman?”
Dragonborn heard the voices and walked out. He noticed a few Humans and Elves, and Hoodlum was standing in front. He was prominent due to his deford spine.
“What is it?” Dragonborn asked, bewildered. He felt that they weren’t there to create trouble since their Guilds had a good relationship. They cooperated in previous battles. Compared to Eternal Kingdom, the gars of Victoria City were more united.
“We’re here to discuss the hunting of the Wyvern.”
Hoodlum said solemnly, “We have a bold plan.”
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Sherlock was busy recently, and not because of playing computer gas or browsing the discussion forum. It was because of the rewards and compensation from the Specter Committee and the rchant Alliance.
Sherlock had taken great losses during the battle with Frangipani, and he was unable to get back all of his lost Magic Stones. At least he could obtain around 20 to 30 million Magic Stones.
The price tag of 20 to 30 million Magic Stones was too high for both Specter Committee and the rchant Alliance, despite Eternal Kingdom getting rid of the Ancient Gods army commander.
After a series of negotiations, the rchant Alliance and the Specter Committee decided to share the reward and damage compensation of 5 million Magic Stones. The remaining 2 million Magic Stones were for death compensation.
Alchemy materials, food, and equipnt worth 1.5 million Magic Stones were also paid for by the rchant Alliance and the Specter Committee.
Sherlock preferred cash, but he was agreeable to the terms of the final negotiation.
The compensation wouldn’t be paid imdiately. Instead, the paynts would be settled over a period of ti.
Though Sherlock was busy, he was in a good mood. He managed to change the water for his pet tortoise.
Sherlock humd a tune as he held a basin of boiling liquid and poured it into a glass tank in the Dungeon Lord Main Hall.
Sherlock wasn’t torturing the tortoise. As a commander of the Ancient Gods army, Frangipani required such a liquid environnt to help him recuperate. Frangipani couldn’t possibly live in ordinary water.
Sherlock left the Dungeon Lord Main Hall after changing the liquid in the tortoise tank.
An hour later, a black kitten and a parrot walked in, exhausted.
“Wah, you’re pretty high class. I haven’t enjoyed such services before.”
The black kitten stood before the glass tank and looked enviously at Frangipani.
Frangipani didn’t respond. He looked fierce. If the black kitten was placed in the glass tank, he would bite him to death.
“Don’t waste your effort, this tortoise can’t speak. I haven’t heard him say a single word,” the parrot who was perched on a platform said to the black kitten Polio.
“What are you doing here? Go and work. Lord Sherlock assigned both of you to prepare fireproofing materials that are to be delivered to Victoria City in a few days. Brainiac is unable to cope.”
A Black Dragon ca in and pushed open the door. He moved to the shelf and grabbed a huge teapot before brewing so bloody chrysanthemum tea.
Eggface wasn’t afraid of the water temperature. He put his claws in the teapot and stirred to make the tea even, then poured the contents into his mouth.
Goo loo, goo loo...
Eggface finished all of the tea. When he was about to brew another pot of bloody chrysanthemum tea, the parrot ran to the cover of the bloody chrysanthemum tea can. He used his claws to fasten the tea can and said to Eggface, “No, Lord Sherlock said that you can only drink a single pot of bloody chrysanthemum tea. Look at your weight. As a Black Dragon, you can’t even fly.”
The parrot scoffed at Eggface.
Eggface frowned and looked fiercely at the parrot, making threatening “Hoo loo, hoo loo” sounds.
But the unyielding parrot wasn’t afraid.
“Let’s go. If Lord Sherlock finds out we’re idling, we’ll be in deep soup.”
Polio stopped Eggface and Phoenix from bickering and left the room. Phoenix flapped his wings and followed Polio.
Eggface left subsequently, leaving the tortoise alone in the tank.
The eyes of the tortoise lit up as he looked at the ajar door and the busy gars outside. “I, Frangipani, want to leave this place.”
“To do that, I thought very hard for a few days before coming up with a plan.”
1: Leave the glass tank.
2: Leave Eternal Kingdom.
3: Kill Sherlock.
“Perfect.”
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