"I'm amazed," Garfield comnted as we crossed into a pocket dinsion. "I would never imagine that a card that allows one to create proto-Dungeons could exist."
Nero didn't answer straight away. He seed to shrink under the attention of the Dungeon-robot man.
"It was supposed to create a single pocket dinsion... proto-Dungeon, as you said. I combined it with other cards to create this."
"You should be proud of it."
"I am."
I slapped one of my tails against the leg armor.
I felt the smugness in Garfield's mind even though he didn't answer .
"I can. Believe , I suffered my share of stupid deities. Also, I don't think the Hitites were sopotamian."
I shapeshifted into a Turkish man and put the crystallized apple in a leather satchel Garfield Replicated for . I cast my Leonard-soul-searching spell. The result ca positive. Leonard was inside that city. My mouth opened in a grin.
"I found Lily's brother. He's in there." I pointed at the city.
With culturally adequate clothes and shoes, I approached the city gates.
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A gold nugget bought my entrance. The guards wanted a bribe to let through and I didn't want to start a fight. This world barely counted as a magical one. Garfield wasn't lying when he said this world was Mana-starved and dying.
I asked the apple inside my satchel.
I checked the smartphone he gave . While it was a magical computer, working on complex and delicate enchantnts rather than actual semiconductor electronics, it still...
"My phone picked up a WiFi signal," I gawked.
It took so ti but I found an inn and rented a room. Inside, Garfield Replicated so of his computers including a few drones. I cast stealth spells on them to muffle sound and make them invisible. Then they flew off the window. A few minutes later, I had a map of the city and surrounding areas on my phone, as well as the triangulated location of the WiFi signal source.
I cast my search spell again. As expected, the spell pointed in the sa direction. Garfield reclaid his gadgets and I went to find out what the hell was going on.
The place where the signals ca was in the rich region of the city. Instead of the square stone buildings, this place had large estates with wide yards. So even had green grass growing, a rarity in this semi-arid climate. As I hod in the soul signal, I found myself in front of a gate guarded by a quartet of burly n.
"State your business," the leader among them demanded.
"I'm a pilgrim from afar. I wish to speak to the lord of this estate regarding trade. I have gold and the finest silks your lord has ever laid his eyes upon."
The guard nodded to . Then he barked at his subordinate. "Hurry! See if lord Abil-Kisu is available!"
A few minutes later, I was granted entry to this lavish estate. A cadre of servants wearing nice tunics rushed out of the main house to greet . Way above us, I saw an eagle soar. At least it seed to be an eagle. It had a green neck, though.
We entered the main house and then the parlor. Abil-Kisu was a rotund and muscular man, a sign of the prosperity of his house.
"What a blessed day," he greeted in a friendly tone. "Let it be known that Abil-Kisu will never turn a pilgrim away from his door, so long there's a chance that business can be held."
I bowed but not as deeply as the servant, "I am honored by your hospitality and humbled by your friendliness, honored Abil-Kisu. I'm Percival."
"Yes, yes. Please, sit, Lord Percival. I have good wine, perfect to slake your thirst after a day of travel under this scorching sun. I guess our mighty Tarhun is displeased with sothing."
the apple Dungeon snickered in my mind.
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