Chapter 255
Gamer Reborn
Council of the Republic
âWhat is old Gryndor up to now?â one of the beastkin high councilors asked. âWhat does he stand to gain by putting on a show for us?â
âAre we sure this is a show, what if the boyâs skills are true?â an elven high councilor responded.
â âCourse it be a show.â the dwarven high councilor said. âAinât nobody dumâ enough to show their tricks like tis.â
âI heard whispers that they might have figured out the elves technique for saturating mana into their products.â one of the human councilors offered. âPerhaps they are trying to put so many rumors out there just to mask it.â
âThe lad be no immediate threat to us.â the dwarf pushed forward. âWith our reliable High Shadow, I say we focus on getting out hands on anything new they have to offer, did you âear about their possible war training method?â
The councilors discussed the sparse spy information for hours before dispersing.
âWhat do you think, old friend?â the beastkin councilor asked the High Shadow as they were walking away.
âToo many rumors to say for sureâ the High Shadow responded. âBut I doubt the boy is a toothless pup propped up for show, his power might be exaggerated but not by much.â
âYou think old Gryndor is making use of the stalemate you provide to all out war to train his own asset with less secrecy, giving him more opportunities?â The beastkinâs eye widened slightly. âYes, that would be something old Gryndor would do.â
Diamondbeard Castle
âMe king, there be no need to fear the humans, the Republic will buy us time even if they decide on war.â A member of the council of hammers addressed the dwarf king Dimondbeard. âBut think of the opportunity, a new magic similar to our own runic one, we should focus on learning more about it.â
âForget the magic, everybody and their mother knows that all magic styles compete with one another,â Another member of the council chimed in quickly. âMy king, it is their new secret soldier training method that we should focus on. After all, look at what a specimen it produced.â
âOne talent is not enough to prove a methodology correct.â King Diamondbeard himself interjected. âThe overall method can be put to the side for now, the Republic will buy us times if there is to be war with them, focus on their new industries.â
The Proudrock
âI WANT THE LEAK FOUND!â the lion beastkin roared âI WANT THEM BROUGHT BEFORE ME SO I CAN RIP OUT THEIR ENTRAILS MYSELFâ
âThere is no leak.â the tiger beastkin said with disdain. âIf there was the kingdom of Gryndor wouldnât be the only ones making preparations for war. Though the so-called âgolden childâ seems to have an affinity for beastkin, maybe we can plant a deep spy in that house.â
âThat would be a waste of spies.â the rat beastkin offered, though he kept his head bowed to the king and duke. âWhat old Gryndor lacks in personal strength he makes up for in cunning. Heâs already been burned by spies and informants, no way he will let them foil his final act as king.â
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âWaiting until he retires will be advantageous.â the tiger nodded.
âIf only that useless son of his had remained the crown prince.â the rat lamented.
âDo. Not. Call. That. Bastard. Useless.â the lion beastkin said as he grabbed the rat beastking with one arm, slowly applying pressure to the joint. âHe may not have his fathers mind for politics but he is worthy of respect for his power.'' The lion beastking rubbed a long scar that worked its way up from his shoulder to the neck and ended cutting into part of the cheek. âI look forward to getting my vengeance.â
âFocus on learning what you can about this new soldier training they are doing.â the tiger beastkin smiled. âWe might have time to implement it ourselves before all of this gets into motion.â
Capital City of Sylvanthal
âAs productive as this long piece has been for commerce it is lousy for gathering information.â the elven king lamented.
âSuch is the price and benefits of peace my friend.â another elf sat at the table that held the goblets of wine. â This is the beginning of a long protracted peace.â
âThat damn High Shadow.â the king sneered. âThere is nothing wrong with peace in and of itself. I just have a disdain for peace ensured by mutual destruction, it allows the unprepared and the weak to rise. You sure you cannot beat the High Shadow.â
âOh I can beat him alright.â the elf at the table said as he flexed his wiry muscles. âProblem is I canât stop him from running. I would rather try to catch a space element aspected eel dipped in grease.â
âWe need this upcoming tournament.â the king sighed. âLoathe as I am to speak ill of my father, he was a solid figurehead and a pillar of inspiration, but he had no mind for management and ruling.â
âDonât worry about the tournament, inside the arena Gryndor and the Republic donât have anyone that can match meâ the elf said as he gracefully sipped his wine. âNot to mention that your niece is a force to be reckoned with. Even if the boy is everything old Gryndor is propping him up to be he is way too young to present a threat in the upcoming tournament.â
âThere is still too much uncertainty.â the king sighed. âNot to mention the political freedom a king gets in his last few years before he abdicates.â
âYou just need to make sure we take the rewardsâ the elf said as he filled up both goblets to the lip and brought the king one of them. âAfter all, you can always try and haggle for the winners' shares, not everyone is as devoted to their kingdom's unity as we are.â
The Empire
âEmperor,â one of the advisors enters the throne chamber in a slight rush. âHouse Goldmancer has offered a trade.â
âRegarding what?â the emperor frowned from his high polished seat.
âThey are willing to trade the secrets of beekeeping, Your Majesty.â the advisor said.
âAnd what do they want in return?â the emperor asked.
âThey asked for one tenth of the honey we will harvest in the next decade.â the advisor said.
âThat is a good deal your majesty.â the spymaster chimed in from the shadows of the room, startling half the guards who didnât know he was there. âI have it on good authority that baron Hearthbound obtained a trailblazing beekeeping skill, we might be able to gain one from the more rare ones as well.â
âSo be it!â The emperor declared. âHave you learned anything more about their new so-called soldier training method?â
âIâm afraid not yet your majesty.â the spymaster said with dejection.
âHow can this be, we have one kingdom we need to spy on and you canât even do that properly.â the emperorâs patience was at its end with his spymaster after all these surprises that came from their only neighbor.
âThe problem isnât getting information related to the training method, its finding out which information is reliable.â The spymaster fought with every instinct to not spit on the throne room floor in disgust at the tactics their neighbors used.
âThey know that if they are to employ the method in high numbers there will be leaks long before their first squads are ready, so instead they shared four or five different so called methods, all of them are equally ridiculous and we have no idea which one is the correct one yet.â
âItâs most likely a combination, each of the fakes holds a bit of the truth that makes it harder to decipher.â the emperor nodded as his anger lessened slightly. âWhy are you still here?â
âOne tenth of the honey was not their only demand, my lord.â the advisors fought to keep his legs from trembling at attracting the emperorâs ire.
âWhat else did they want, it's a fair deal?â the emperor sounded outraged at the Goldmancers greed.
âThey asked for a writ of safe passage and a delve for each of our capitals dungeons for one team of people under level forty.â the advisor quickly said.
âIâll allow it so long as they do not break the law.â the emperor said. âI will not have any of the inferior races step foot inside our capitals dungeons. Us humans are above them, there is a reason why the word used to describe them is humanoid.â
âHonestly, I used to respect the conniving Gryndor until he made peace with the inferiors.â the emperor said as the rest of the room nodded.