Just as he was finally relaxing into the snug comfort of silence and solitude, the automated, emotionless voice of the military system ca to him suddenly.
"Major Mace!"
Xzavier frowned at the sound of the military system booting up. What could possibly be the issue now?
"This is a gentle reminder that you have received one thousand points and ten experience points."
Xzavier took the new update calmly. Back in his days in the jungle, once he got an update of this nature, he would imdiately begin to calculate how much ammo to buy and stock up. But now, he wasn't even shaken.
"Good tis…" Xzavier muttered to himself as he sat on his bed, "Good tis indeed."
Even he wasn't completely sure if he was referring to the period he found himself at the mont, or the battle ridden days of his past.
As Xzavier laid his head to rest that night, his subconscious went to work and played out one of the most interesting nights of Xzavier's life. In his dreams, he found himself in front of the auditorium again. But this ti, just as he collected the award from a Quaid look alike, he suddenly found himself floating up and above, weightless as a feather, and unencumbered by the law of gravity. But in the crowd below, he saw the Anjou boy aiming his spear at him, preparing to impale him in the air above ground.
When Xzavier woke up the next morning, he rembered the hateful red eyes of the Anjou boy in his dream, and for so reason, it lingered.
Of course, after such a significant night, Xzavier had to be briefed on his new office and responsibilities. He was soon to learn that this was not just a ceremony. There were certain things that had to be known. So, Quaid sent for Xavier to co to his ho office at once. Knowing Quaid, Xzavier knew that the reason for this impromptu eting might also be the fact that Quaid wanted to get a sneak peek at Xzavier's state of mind, and perhaps catch the gist on certain things or people he had observed the previous day. Either way, Quaid planned on getting so information out of Xzavier.
Dressed in the new custom made garnts that Quaid had delivered to the latest Baron in town, Xzavier made his way to the ho office of the governor, thinking this was the location of the et. As he was about to knock, the guard at the door stopped him;
"Sir, the governor is not on seat at the mont. Please step back."
Xzavier was a bit confused. The ssage on the note clearly said that he was to et Quaid at his office in the morning by eight a.m. sharp. As he was pondering on whether his timing was off, he felt like a dork having overdressed just to be stood up by his host. But just when he began to lose faith in the tardiness of his host, the elegant form of the Governor ca right around the corner, swaggering towards him.
"Xzavier! Right on ti aren't you?!"
"Good morning governor."
"Morning. Trust you had a wonderful sleep after last night's celebration?"
Xzavier nodded.
"Great. Since you're now a Baron and not just my guest anymore, our official etings will now be held at the city hall. Don't worry, there is always a coach for you on standby."
Xzavier knew what he was thinking was completely opposite from what the governor was probably thinking…
"Is this all really necessary?"
About three-quarters of an hour later, Xzavier arrived at the familiar door of the city hall, and was ushered into the governor's office as 'Baron.' Quaid who had ridden in a separate carriage had arrived much earlier than Xzavier with enough ti to organize his workload for the day. He always intentionally ignored the schedule laid out for him by his secretary.
"Please, have a seat Baron."
That na again.
"Thank you governor."
Xzavier took his seat opposite Quaid's extra-large desk. And with that, the eting began.
"Before we get to the first order of business, let once again welco you as Baron!"
Xzavier was getting a little uncomfortable with the title now. Last night had been wonderful and all, but it was getting a little too serious for his liking. Deep down, Xzavier wished Quaid and the rest of the city would drop the title, and get back to calling him by his na. At this point, even Earlene's "Waxavier" would have been welcod.
As shrewd politician, Quaid had a lot of questions about last night, particularly if he was satisfied with his reward. Anyone with no tact and guile would do sothing like that. But because it would be pretty gauche of him to start off an official eting with such impersonal and directly patronizing remarks, Quaid shunned the inappropriate path and decided to take the more subtle and reasonable looking approach;
"So, Baron, before we begin officially, is there anything I can do for you? I sense you're a bit troubled."
This ti, Xzavier was caught in the governor's web of flattery. In his mind, he applauded the governor's powers of observation. This was clearly a man whose heart was centered on the people! So, having bought over his sensitive side, Xzavier went on to pour his heart out.
"Thank you for your steadfast concern Governor. You have been a model host, but honestly, my sole purpose now is to get back to my ho…"
The look on Quaid's face seed to say; 'Hmmm, I see."
"…but before I can do that, for so reason, I need to complete so specific tasks…"
Quaid's full attention was fixated on Xzavier right now. The governor's mory was extrely sharp, so he didn't need a statistician to tell him that this was the longest Xzavier had ever spoke since he had known him. Quaid was very perceptive when it ca to things like this, so he could instantly tell that Xzavier was indeed speaking the truth.
"…actually, right now, thanks to you, I have no problems or difficulties whatsoever. And if any were to co up, I will not hesitate to reach out to you regarding them."
Quaid allowed all of this to sink in as several theories regarding Xzavier's mysterious background began to form in his head. Of course it was a long shot, but when Xzavier had ntioned how he couldn't complete certain tasks before he could go ho, the governor surmised that Xzavier had probably been sent out on a kind of quest to prove himself. However, in spite of all of these theories running loose in his head, Quaid answered smoothly as he made sure not to reveal his true feelings;
"It's all good…whatever you need Baron, whatever you need…"
With that out of the way, the governor shifted slightly in his seat, suggesting that there was more on his mind.
"So, we haven't really discussed it yet, but as soone who has only just received the title of Baron, there are so things you need to know. Do you follow?"
Sensing Quaid's new tone, Xzavier sat upright, blanked his mind of any distracting thoughts, and gave the governor his full attention. Without saying too much, he nodded curtly and gave him his usual two word reply.
"I do."
"Good…"
Quaid exhaled deeply and resud his monologue;
"For anyone who has recently co into the title of Baron, a corresponding fiefdom is in order. The two go hand in hand, in this land, this is a known fact. So, you must understand that the title of 'baron' isn't titular in nature. It cos with a certain degree of authority and domain…"
Being the astute orator, he knew that he had just offloaded the first part of a very important information, so he allowed Xzavier so ti to digest this data before continuing.
"However, due to the fact that the bestownt of your title was a bit rushed, the central governnt hadn't the proper ti to give you your allocated fief. So, you might have to wait a little longer…"
Xzavier's controlled breathing was the only noticeable thing about him in that mont. Quaid's sharp eyes mulled over Xzavier, hoping to catch his instinctive reaction to the bit about the delay. But Xzavier retained his stern expression and an overly serious gaze, completing robbing Quaid of the knowledge he wanted to glean off him.
Unable to see through his perfectly placid expression, Quaid proceeded to throw in a bit of good news. This was one of his favorite gambits, and he had perfected it over the years. He would draw in his prey and hook them with a seemingly insurmountable problem. He would then enfla the problem and blow it out of proportion, often more than it usually was.
So, after roping them in with how problematic the issue was, he would suddenly sweep in with a solution or sothing resembling it, and make himself the hero.
With this in mind, he played the sa gambit on Xzavier;
"But then again, it is not all bad news. If you want, I can link you up with a corresponding position in the governnt. Because I personally recognize your extraordinary achievents, I can make it worth your while and help you apply for a position that would be tailored to suit your strengths."
Having said that, he reclined in his chair and watched Xzavier mull over what he had just said. In actuality, it was Xzavier's right as a new Baron. He was entitled to a corresponding position in the governnt. But Quaid had played on Xzavier's ignorance of the town's legislative proceedings in this situation. Instead, he presented it to Xzavier as though he was doing him a favor.
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