115. Developnt - 12
After I had arranged the movent of Takis and his enthusiastic group of over-skilled farrs, I was feeling the satisfaction of a job well done.
The group had worked well enough against the waves of beasts considering their disadvantages, and I was expecting them to fight even better once I slipped them so more skills and they built a proper outpost. A third source of experience
In addition to the outpost and Zolast, who was working surprisingly hard for an old man.
[ 7240 Experience]
[ 4102 Experience]
[ 5108 Experience]
The additional notifications started about halfway into my experint with Takis' group, the sensation coming directly from my connection with Zolast, flowing toward despite the great distance. Alone, he was able to generate almost two million Experience points an hour, and that was with him holding back.
At the sa ti, he was leveling up our blacksmiths.
Still, with three distinct sources of Experience, each with the potential to grow, I hoped that my leveling continued smoothly despite the ever-increasing cost. And, with our dungeon constantly generating excess mana stones, the next promotion shouldn't be a problem either.
Even if it was, Linta was developing rather well as a thief. If we worked together, we could always get the necessary mana stone even if our production suffered.
A few weeks without any bother was all I needed to get stronger in a very noticeable manner. I just needed to avoid any annoyance.
"Everything is finally in order," I said with glee.
Then, I felt a stone in my pocket getting hotter. A ssage stone that we distributed to the guards, only to be triggered in the case of an ergency. Not the worst one, thankfully, but still enough for to run even faster back to the headquarters.
"When will I learn to keep my damn mouth shut and not tempt fate," I cursed myself as I rushed, and a few minutes later, the town was already in my sights. Rather than trying to sneak in, I let the Concealnt flare to the limit and just dashed, moving before the guards could react to my presence slowing only when I approached the headquarters.
I suppressed Concealnt once more in an alley before I started running once more, but this ti barely at a speed an ordinary man could reach.
"Euon, thank the gods you're here. Go to the main hall before sothing happens," the guard said.
"Any idea what's going on?" I asked.
The guard shook his head. "No. Knight Artmiss just ca unannounced and in a hurry, asking to see the Guildmaster. We tried to tell him that we can't interrupt him during a magical experint"
"But he just barged in," I completed.
"We couldn't stop him. It's our sha," he said, but I just waved my hand.
"It's good enough you know not to do sothing stupid," I said. I hardly wanted them to sacrifice themselves to block the entrance. First, the knight would have easily cleaved through them, barely slowing him down.
More importantly, even assuming that they were sohow successful in pushing Artmiss back, it would only make a bigger ss.
I rushed forward toward the main hall. " no. I don't know when his experint will be over. But his orders were clear. He can't be interrupted," I heard Jertann saying as I approached, his voice bordering on shouting. Usually, that was enough for Artmiss to claim disrespect to his position and call for a duel and that was only because Jertann was a ranking mber of the guild with so legal protection.
Without that, Artmiss would simply cut him down.
"I'm getting tired of repeating myself, boy," Artmiss answered, his tone deceptively calm, enough to make glad that I rushed. I could sense that he wasn't too far away from acting violently.
I burst into the room without knocking, stepping into a tense situation.
Artmiss was at one side of the room, in full armor. Combined with all the signs of tenseness and his obvious hurry, it was not good news. Against him, Jertann stood proudly, his face contorted angrily as he grabbed the handle of his hamr like he was ready to start a fight.
Behind him, stood the other three, looking worried yet determined. Clearly, if it ca down to a fight, they would join even if it was a desperate last stand, willing to follow Jertann's leadership to death.
I couldn't help but sigh. Young people. All enthusiasm and loyalty, but preciously little sense.
Only when I started walking toward them, they looked at . The four looked at with relief though Jertann's relief was tinged with a subtle annoyance another mark of his mysterious transformation while Artmiss was just dismissive.
"And the rchant is here as well," he declared, his disrespect clear.
His disrespect annoyed the four even further, and Jertann even let out a growl. It was flattering to see they took disrespect toward so personally, but it was also inconvenient.
I imdiately reached them with Charisma, calming them subtly, hoping that Artmiss wouldn't notice a subtle intervention.
"Yes, Sir Artmiss. I'm here. How can I help you?"
"You can go and bring Zolast here before I run out of patience and draw my sword," he declared. Only a lifeti of practice allowed to keep my face blank. The threat was not exactly subtle, and I wasn't exactly famous for taking the threats to my n in good humor.
However, unlike the younglings behind , I knew to keep my anger hidden and cold. "As you wish, Knight Artmiss, so long as you're willing to delay the opening of the dungeon for a few days. I'll go and interrupt him" I said with the biggest smile I could achieve.
Then, without even waiting for an answer, I turned and started walking away, as if I was ready to do exactly that.
I didn't have a way to send a ssage to Zolast one of the bigger disadvantages of the dungeons but I didn't let that bother . Why should I, when I was confident in his reaction?
"Stop!" Artmiss called imdiately, his shout backed by a thick, domineering cloud of pressure. The intensity of his reaction showed his desperation.
It seed that their long disappearance hadn't been as fruitful as they had been hoping for.
I froze, acting like I was affected by his order, and only when the weight of Charisma disappeared, I turned toward him. "Is there a problem, my lord?" I said.
"Explain," he ordered.
"Explain what, my lord?" I asked, deliberately acting obtuse. Not exactly the most devastating revenge for his threats against my n but it was a start. Sotis, it was better to know where to stop.
"The dungeon, of course," he ordered. "How are you able to open it? And why didn't you inform us imdiately?"
"Well, this poor rchant was lucky enough to acquire a few rare materials from an unfortunate seller. Luckily, our great guild master is enough of a genius to repurpose them into a form that could be used for dungeon construction. However, he left us with so express instructions not to disturb him as the process couldn't be interrupted."
As I explained that, the four had looked shocked at my obvious lies. Luckily, Artmiss misread that. "Why didn't he tell that?" he said as he pointed at the younglings.
"After the latest sabotage attempt to the dungeon, we decided it was for the best to keep its developnt a secret. Not that we don't trust them, but with fewer people aware of the secret, the less chance for our enemies to notice it and " I explained, only to be interrupted.
"Wait, sabotage? What sabotage?" he asked, shocked.
Once again, I was struggling to contain my smirk. It seed that our noble knight was having so trouble with his subordinates if they hadn't inford him about sothing that important. "Oh, I'm sure I have misread the importance of the situation if your loyal subordinates didn't find it important enough to report," I said.
"Explain," he ordered, even more furious.
"As you wish, sir knight," I said before I gave a very detailed account of the Green rebellion, starting from their infiltration of the Night Blades and the casino attack, followed by the skirmish at the outer town, the trick with the guards, and the premature attack with the mana bomb
With each event, his face turned stiffer. "Good, it seems that my subordinates were capable enough to handle these threats without bothering ," he said, but I didn't need the assistance of my Perception to know it was just a vain attempt to make it look like he trusted his guards to handle it without his input rather than a gross violation of their orders.
Though, I couldn't help but wonder what they were thinking. They couldn't have expected to hide all of this forever, right?
"Is there anything else I could help you with, Sir Artmiss? A drink, maybe, as you wait for the Guildmaster to arrive. Or, if you want, I could still go and summon him," I said.
"No need," he growled as he turned, and without saying anything else, walked away.
Jertann looked like he was about to say sothing, but despite his anger, a glare was enough to silence him. I waited until Artmiss left the headquarters before I turned to him. "Explain to , exactly what were you thinking, challenging that idiot directly?" I said, my earlier subservient attitude completely gone.
"He disrespected our guild. Even a knight can't just barge in order to see our Guildmaster," Jertann explained. "And, Zolast was busy."
"What was your plan if he insisted? Were you going to go to the capital and make an official complaint? Or were you going to fight, hoping that you will be able to take him down before he kills your brother and your best friends?" I asked.
He shuffled in discomfort as his anger dissipated, realizing that his recklessness could have ended very badly.
"I'm sorry," he murmured.
"Don't be sorry. Just make sure to think better next ti."
"I was afraid that he would realize we had already opened the dungeon. If they noticed it " he tried to argue, but his voice dwindled under my gaze.
"Nothing would have happened. They were gone for a week, and at worst, we could have claid we finished it during their absence, with no harm done. Certainly a better option than a needless death match that would have turned us into outlaws even if you sohow won." Then, I turned to Karak. "I expect better from you as well. You should have seen the problem with the approach. Next ti, take the initiative to speak out rather than letting your friend make a big mistake."
Karak nodded, his head dipping down in sha.
"That applies to you two as well," I said.
"Sorry," Terma and Silas murmured with matching blushes, reminding just how young they were. Barely into their twenties except Terma, who was not even twenty I didn't want to treat them like this.
But for better or worse, they decided to step into the path of power. They would either learn...
Or perish.
"Follow . Let's do so training while waiting for Zolast," I said, ignoring their shivers as I walked. "Go and wait for in the training room," I said while I walked toward the leveling ward. I had enough experience to only level up once more, but it was better than nothing.
I had a lot of plans to adjust.
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