Of all the things you might force soone to do by pointing a sword at them, reading probably isnt one that imdiately springs to mind. I pointed at the posters on the wall, each with a line of sothing unintelligible written on them.
I said read it.
Grayson stood with his hands held up, more requesting calm than offering surrender. Now, you dont want toargh.
I only ant to poke him slightly with the sword to show him I ant business, but the tip slid into his side with ease. I pulled it back out, a red sar on the end. So this was how a real weapon worked.
Grayson started reading. Ogre, easily confused, 300 bits. Frogman, uses basic beast magic, 200 bits. Gno, weak to bright light, 100 bits. Lamia, able to srise, 250 bits.
Maurice, grab so paper and write this stuff down. Claire, you get so paper too and copy the map off the wall. Mark where the different creatures live. The colour of the poster matches the sa colour region on the map.
They quickly did as told. Grayson continued reading out the nas of different mythical beasts (apparently not as mythical as I had been taught to believe) and their weaknesses/abilities. Maurice scribbled everything down. A cheat sheet.
I held the sword pointed at Grayson, although I felt like he was letting . If he had rushed , I doubt I could have stopped him from taking his sword back.
It took about ten minutes to get all the information jotted down. So of the monsters Id heard of, others were new to . Grayson had one hand on his waist, stemming the flow of blood. It wasnt spraying out or anything, but it did look painful. I had an urge to ask him if he was okay, even to apologise, but it would seem a bit disingenuous, seeing as how I was the one that had wounded him.
Okay, I said, lets go.
We backed away from him, heading for the exit. Grayson didnt say anything, didnt call for help from his n outside. It occurred to we would be fugitives from now on. Outlaws. I really didnt want to be on the run for the rest of my days (not that thered be many of those the way we were going).
I looked at the sword in my hand. It was a beautifully crafted weapon, even I who knew nothing could tell that.
This sword probably ans a lot to you. I dont really want to take it from you. If I leave it here, will you give your word you wont co after us?
Grayson looked surprised, but he nodded. I place the sword on the bench nearest the door.
Will you be reporting us for this?
For showing so initiative? No. But if we cross paths again
He left it hanging, but I got the idea. Keep paths uncrossed. We had made it to the door and were about to leave when Grayson said, Wait. Youre going to need this.
He opened one of the desk drawers and grimaced as he awkwardly took out another piece of card. He had to swap hands to write, grabbing his side with his free hand and picking up the charcoal stick with the one now painted red. After writing sothing on the card, he walked towards us.
We all flinched and took a step back. He stopped, placed the card on a bench and backed off. I took a few steps forward and picked it up. A white card with writing on it.
They dont allow strangers into cities without one of those. It confirms you are visitors with full privileges. No tax, no tolls. The closest city is Fengarad to the west, but it will work in any of them. Show it to the guards at the gate and they should let you through without problem.
Thank you. I didnt know what else to say. Even though I had threatened and wounded him, he was still willing to help us. That is assuming the card didnt read, The person holding this card is a criminal, lock him up imdiately. I really had to learn their stupid language.
We walked out of the shed and imdiately found ourselves facing the soldiers waiting by the cart. The one I had spoken to earlier in the day saluted . Turned out all you needed to gain respect in this place was to commit mass murder.
He looked like he was going to say sothing, but I didnt want to hang around making small talk while Grayson changed his mind and had us all strung up by the neck.
Right! I said in an authoritative voice. Evening training session starts now. Everyone keep up with . And then I ran through the town as fast as I could with the others chasing .
We didnt stop until we were well out of town. It was getting dark and we needed to find sowhere to make camp. There was a small group of trees off the main road that provided cover and hid us from sight. Building a fire didnt take long, but we didnt have any food and only a little water.
Wait here, I have to do sothing.
Where are you going? asked Claire. She seed concerned I was going to run off.
I have so unfinished business in town. I wont be long. Here. I handed the chit for 1200 bits to Maurice. Hang onto that. And take this too. I gave him the pouch with the money in it, but first I took out a handful of coins. Ill try to bring back so food.
Do you want one of us to co with you? said Dudley.
No, itll be easier for to sneak in and out by myself. Dont worry, I wont take any risks, trust .
And they did trust . Which was fine, because I was trustworthy. For now, anyway.
I walked back into town keeping a low profile and avoiding any people that were about. Flaming torches outside each store were the only form of light and provided plenty of shadows for to sneak through on my way to the smithy.
The blacksmith was banging away as I approached. He glanced up, didnt seem very impressed, and went back to banging. I stood in front of him, but I was here to see soone else. Kizwat ca out to a backroom carrying a box of sothing. He stopped when he saw .
Kizwat, I need to speak to you.
This got the blacksmiths attention. He put his hamr down, wiped his hands on his leather apron, and turned to look at his apprentice. Whats this about, Kizwat?
Kizwat shrugged and looked at . He seed worried I was going to make things awkward for him sohow. He was sort of right.
I killed the Mouse King.
That was you? said Kizwat, his eyes wide with surprise. We heard the news but I didnt imagine
Yes, well, neither. But I used this to do it. I held up the spike he had made for . Im assuming the Mouse King counts as a superior beast?
Kizwats mouth fell open and he dropped the box he was holding. It clanged as it hit the floor. He shook his head. No, he doesnt. His voice was small and weak.
Really? But he spoke, doesnt that an
The Mouse King isnt a superior beast, said the blacksmith. His deanour had changed from disinterest to intense irritation. The Mouse King is a unique beast.
Oh. Is that better? I an, you can still get your hamr, right?
Kizwat, still stunned, nodded. He looked to his master with a goofy smile on his face.
You made this weapon? the blacksmith asked him.
Yes, master. I made it from an off-cut, using the spinning technique you taught . He turned to . A unique beast ans I will be able to claim a silver hamr. Ill be able to open my own forge. People will co from all around to buy what I make. A silver grade blacksmith is very rare.
I never expected to kill a superior beast in the first place, let alone sothing even rarer. In that case, maybe we should and our deal.
Kizwat nodded vigorously. Whatever you want to make, at cost price.
The blacksmiths mood didnt improve. Did you really use that to make the killing blow? They have ways of verifying these things. Dont send my apprentice all the way to the Guild on a hoax.
Unlikely as it might seem, its the truth. His blood is still on here.
You must have got lucky, said the blacksmith.
Yes, I agreed.
Kizwat walked over to . He looked nervous and sweaty. Ill need to take the weapon. Ill have to show it to the Guild Master.
I gave him the spike, a little reluctantly. I hadnt realised Id have to return it. I dont suppose you could make another one?
Wait here, said the blacksmith. He disappeared into the back.
Where will you set up your forge? I asked Kizwat. If youre to make good on our deal I need to be able to find you.
Kizwat was staring lovingly at the spike. I will head to Dargot. It is the city in the north. They had a silver blacksmith there who died recently.
Wont his apprentice inherit his hamr?
Silver hamrs cant be passed down, they must be earned. Co find there in a couple of months and I should be ready to make you whatever you wish.
Seed like a good plan. The blacksmith returned carrying sothing wrapped in green cloth. He opened it to reveal a short sword, about the length of my forearm.
Take this. The sa deal you made with Kizwat. A man who gets lucky once might get lucky again.
I took the sword. It wasnt as flash as Graysons, but it had the sa feel. A real weapon.
Agreed. I will co back if I kill another unique beast. Although, to be honest, I had no intention of hunting any more monsters. Defending myself from other humans, however, would probably always be a thing.
Or maybe sothing higher, said the blacksmith.
Higher than a unique beast? Theres sothing like that?
Indeed. A very unique beast.
I couldnt help but scoff a little. If unique ans theres only one of them, what does very unique an?
There is only one unique beast in a group. When they die, a new one is born, eventually. A very unique beast, there is only one in all the world, and when it dies, it is gone for good. They are trendously powerful. The blacksmith sucked in his breath. It is unlikely you will ever encounter one, but
I made a ntal note to avoid very unique beasts at all costs.
On the way out of town I bought so chickens from the butcher. He also sold animal fat, which we could use to fuel the lantern. I found this out by asking, a new skill I seed to have picked up. I also bought a proper bag and so other bits and pieces. With money in my pocket, I could have spent hours shopping, but the longer I spent in town, the more powerful the urge to get out of there got. Leaving Probet felt like the only way to truly graduate from being a noob.
I still considered the chances of this all turning out to be a ga to be high, but whether it was or not didnt make a difference at this point. I had to find a way to survive. To not only to be able to live, but to be able to live with myself. Killing monsters made no sense if I had to beco one to do it.
I headed out of town to et up with my party.
Roll Call
Gadget Tramp - Can disguise weapons to look like trash, because thats what theyre made of.
Angry Witch - Can cast Lower Self-esteem on herself and everyone else.
Grinning Priestess - If laughter really is the best dicine, youre saved. Otherwise, say your prayers.
Slow Ranger - Uncanny ability to always know exactly where the sky is.
Batman - The hero this world neither needs nor deserves.
End of Volu 1.
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