As I sat in my office, Zephyrius curled comfortably in my lap, tears streamed down my face. The meeting with the Crown Prince had unfolded far better than I anticipated—I was still alive, after all. In fact, I had emerged from the encounter in a better position than I could have hoped for. Yet, the old adage about royals and their gifts lingered in my mind: Every boon is as much a curse as it is a gift. The additional land granted to me was a prime example. The challenge of populating the land I already possessed was daunting enough, without considering the vast expanse now under my care. The support of the UndraDakk would be crucial; without them, achieving success seemed an insurmountable task.
My thoughts then drifted to the Prince's warning about my business partners being political pariahs or leeches. My initial impulse was to defend my friends, to reject his accusation outright. But doubt crept in. They had indeed been quick to align themselves with me. Everything had happened so rapidly. "Why am I letting all this happen so quickly?" I pondered, the tears flowing with renewed intensity.
At that moment, I longed for the familiar faces of my past life—my mother, my best friend Kennedy—anyone who could offer a semblance of comfort and guidance. I felt utterly adrift in a sea of uncertainty and intrigue. Now, I found myself a pawn in the Crown Prince's ambitious scheme to win his father's approval. The significance of these territories weighed heavily on me, prompting me to question my decision to forego royal status. "Who can I truly trust?" I murmured to myself.
At that question, Zephyrius lifted his head, offering a soft "Meow" as if in response. It was a small gesture, but in that moment, it felt like a beacon of loyalty in the swirling doubts that surrounded me. Perhaps, in this complex game of power and allegiance, Zephyrius was the one constant I could depend on. His simple presence provided a sliver of clarity and comfort amidst the chaos, reminding me that trust, in its purest form, often comes from the most unexpected places.
As I remained seated in my office, tears continued to stream down my face, each drop carrying the weight of unanswered questions. What was my next move? The Crown Prince had granted me a leave to visit the Dragon's Den, but to what end? And then there was the matter of the Ability token - what powers did it hold, and why was it so coveted? Perhaps it represented the breakthrough I needed to enhance my cultivation, which, admittedly, had progressed more slowly than expected. After all, I had mastered only four abilities to date, and now, it seemed, I was on the cusp of discovering a fifth. But how does one unlock or use such an ability? Frustration boiled over into a loud cry, "Arghhhhhhhh! Who can answer these questions for me?"
"Meowwww!" Zephyrius's response, though endearing, offered little in the way of answers.
Just then, a knock at the door interrupted my spiraling thoughts. I glanced up, realizing for the first time that my door was closed—a detail I had no recollection of. Striving for composure, I managed to utter, "It's open."
Senior Barrister Malhone entered, his presence a stark contrast to the turmoil that had engulfed me moments before.
Under normal circumstances, Malhone's presence wouldn’t have bothered me, but fresh from my audience with the Crown Prince, he was the last person I wanted to encounter. I made an effort to mask my annoyance, though whether Malhone noticed or simply chose to ignore it was unclear. I resolved to let him speak first, my current state of emotional exhaustion leaving me with little desire to initiate conversation.
Malhone cleared his throat, his voice betraying a hint of eagerness as he inquired, "How did the Royal summons go, and who did you meet with?" The latter question seemed to carry a particular weight, revealing, perhaps, more about Malhone's intentions than he intended. It was becoming increasingly apparent that the facade of our friendship was fracturing, revealing the true nature of a man driven by an insatiable hunger for power.
I let a silence hang between us, prolonging my response as much to gather my thoughts as to test his patience. "It went well," I finally said, deliberately omitting details about the meeting itself.
"Did we become an official settlement?" he pressed on.
"No, we will after three years, if we survive the Challenge period," I replied, each word measured.
"How... Disappointing," Malhone remarked, his tone grating on my already frayed nerves.
His next question sought further information: "Is there anything else you can tell me?
His fishing for more information was relentless. "Is there anything else you can tell me?" Seizing the opportunity to test his reactions, I shared, "We have been gifted the rest of the land in our territory, doubling our size. Also, I'll be on a sabbatical for a while, focusing on the Hyde Park project as per the Immortal Lords' wishes."
"Did you just say our lands have doubled?" Malhone's reaction was immediate, his mind visibly racing as he tried to grasp the full implications. "And how is the ownership of the new land being allocated?" he probed further.
I couldn't help but scoff at his line of questioning. At a moment ripe for inquiry about the circumstances or authority behind such a decision, he zeroed in on ownership. It reminded me of the Crown Prince's cautionary words about "those political pariahs you have as business partners..." Although I had the option to distribute the land equitably, I clarified, "The land is entirely under my ownership. I'll ensure Hyde Park receives its fair share, but the land is mine."
Malhone persisted, inquiring whether any among us would be permitted to invest in the new land to aid in recouping my investment. "No, Malhone," I countered, "if there's to be any investment, it will come from the UndraDakk, Ka-Del, and Ja-Vazee." A flicker of anger crossed Malhone's face, disappearing as quickly as it had appeared.
"I'm sure we can discuss this further later on," he shifted gears, bringing up the paperwork for my sabbatical. "It's particularly noted that your time away will contribute towards your tenure, given your duties 'are for the betterment of the Immortal Lords.' May I inquire what these duties entail?"
"Malhone, please leave the paperwork. I'll fill it out and have Horrace send it to you," I responded, seeking to end the conversation.
His face betrayed a flash of rage, slower to dissipate this time. "Sure, Barrister Pavrimax. I am sure you have a lot to recover after your meeting. I'll leave it here for you," he conceded, his departure leaving a wake of tension and unanswered questions.
As the door closed behind him, the weight of the encounter settled heavily upon me, reinforcing the complexity of the alliances and enmities that now defined my path forward.
With a deep sigh, I retrieved my fountain pen and began to tackle the paperwork laid out before me. Meanwhile, Zephyrius's persistent meowing and pacing around the room caught my attention—it was clear he was clamoring for something, most likely food. "Ah, buddy, you're obviously hungry," I acknowledged, turning my attention momentarily away from the daunting pile of documents.
Utilizing the amulet I had recently acquired, I placed an order for our meal. The magic of the amulet made the process seamless, and within twenty minutes, a veritable feast was spread out before us. Zephyrius, visibly pleased with this development, scarcely allowed the server to complete setting down the dishes before he dove in. His enthusiasm for the meal was undeniable, and it brought a much-needed moment of levity to the day.
As I returned my focus to the documents, a detail caught my eye, stirring a wave of disturbance within me. The signatory page for the recommendation of my sabbatical bore the signature of Crown Prince Anubirek himself, along with seven other names unfamiliar to me. However, it was the signature line directly above mine, bearing Senior Barrister Malhone's name, that sent a jolt through me. "That bastard," I muttered under my breath, "he knew exactly whom I had met with, yet he probed for details as if in the dark!" Zephyrius's timely meow seemed to echo my sentiments.
The recommended timeline section was conspicuously blank. I filled in "five months" as the estimated period required to establish all defensive measures for Hyde Park. With the paperwork completed, I summoned Horrace to ensure its prompt delivery to Senior Barrister Malhone.
At two soft knocks, I called out, "Come in, Horrace."
"Sir," he greeted me.
"Horrace, please take this to Senior Barrister Malhone with haste," I instructed, attaching a platinum coin to the bundle of documents as an incentive. His eyes sparkled with anticipation at the sight of the coin.
"Yes, sir, right away, sir. No delay, sir," he responded with a brisk nod, his eagerness palpable.
As Horrace departed on his errand, I couldn't help but reflect on the complexities that lay ahead, the web of alliances and secrets that enshrouded my path. Yet, amidst these contemplations, there was a sense of action being taken, steps moving forward. With each document signed and a decision made, I edged closer to navigating the intricacies of the challenges that awaited me.
I gathered my belongings and exited my office, with Zephyrius trotting faithfully by my side. Pausing for a moment, I took one last look around, aware that it would be some time before I saw this familiar space again. The office was mostly empty, my colleagues having departed for the day. I murmured a silent "See you later" into the quiet and made my way to Culina Mirabilis for a much-needed pick-me-up after the tumultuous day.
Upon arrival, the hostess at the restaurant's entrance greeted me warmly. "Barrister Pavrimax, it's so good to see you again. And who is this with you?"
"Hi there, glad to be back. I hope it's okay, but this is my cat, Zephyrius. I promise he's very well-behaved," I replied, hoping for understanding.
The hostess smiled, her response reassuring. "That's alright; we don't mind serving Zephyrius."
She led us to our table where the chef was already waiting. He graciously handed me a cup and placed a saucer down for Zephyrius so that he could magically acquire our taste bud, allowing his ability to take hold so he could create the meal our hearts truly desired. Then, the chef's talent truly came to life, enveloping the room in beautiful kaleidoscopic lights. The aromas that filled the air were reminiscent of home, instantly transporting me to my happy place.
The meal laid out before us was one of my favorites: a two-meat combo with cheddar cheese, extra wet, accompanied by garlic bread, curly cheese fries, a large sweet cherry mead, and chocolate cake. Zephyrius, on the other hand, was treated to a lavish meal of large swordfish and wagyu tartare. The sight of him indulging in his feast, seemingly larger than he was, brought a smile to my face. I refrained from commenting, not wishing to disrupt this special moment for him.
As I sat back and savored each bite, the meal served as a portal back to Chicago, allowing me, if only for a few hours, to escape the reality of my life turned upside down in a magical universe. It was a brief respite, a moment of normalcy amidst the chaos, that I cherished deeply.
We made our way home, Zephyrius and I, with him waddling contentedly beside me after our sumptuous meal. Upon arriving, he immediately claimed his spot on the couch and drifted off to sleep. I couldn't help but chuckle softly at the sight; the meal had clearly been a lavish affair for him, yet the little trooper had managed to devour every last morsel.
Settling down at my desk, I began drafting letters. The first set was to my business partners, Ka-Del and Ja-Vazee, informing them of my whereabouts leading up to the groundbreaking ceremony. Next, I penned a letter to the leaders of the UndraDakk, sharing news of the expanded territory and offering them complimentary business licenses in hopes of encouraging more of their people to settle in the new land. The challenge of populating the vast expanse weighed heavily on me, especially since I was barred from advertising the opportunity publicly until after the groundbreaking.
With the letters written and my mind swirling with plans and contingencies, I reached out to Aaron. He answered promptly, concern evident in his voice. "Hey, Julius, everything okay?"
"Ummm... Actually, I was wondering if it would be okay for Zephyrius and me to stay at the Guild until the groundbreaking," I ventured, feeling a mix of apprehension and relief at broaching the subject.
Aaron paused, processing the request. "You know, Julius, you're always welcome here; you don't need to ask. Is everything okay?" he inquired again, his tone laden with concern.
"Let's talk when I get there," I replied, not ready to dive into the details over the communication magic.
"Okay, Julius. You can use the central teleport to come straight to the guild hall. You have the necessary permission. How soon will you be here?" Aaron's readiness to assist was a balm to my frazzled nerves.
"I was thinking tomorrow morning," I said, already mentally preparing for the journey.
"That's fine; I don't have a delve tomorrow. See you soon," Aaron assured me, his words offering a sense of solidarity and support.
Hanging up, I felt a slight weight lift. The path ahead was fraught with uncertainty, but knowing I had a temporary sanctuary at the Guild, surrounded by allies, provided a measure of comfort. I glanced at Zephyrius, still soundly asleep, and felt a renewed determination to navigate the challenges ahead. Tomorrow would mark the beginning of a crucial phase in our journey, and I was resolved to face it head-on.
Packing in this magical world is astonishingly straightforward, thanks to the convenience of storage rings. With a simple gesture, I was able to transfer my entire closet's contents into my storage ring, streamlining what would otherwise be a tedious task. With my belongings securely stored and my preparations complete, I readied myself for bed, marveling at the ease and efficiency magic brings to even the most mundane of activities.
As night enveloped the city, I sought refuge in the secluded courtyard on top of my apartment building, a sanctuary where the cacophony of daily life seemed a distant echo. The moons bathed the ancient cobblestones in a gentle luminescence. This was a haven for cultivation, a sacred space where I hoped to connect with the ancient practice that promised strength and connection with Mana.
Positioning myself at the heart of the courtyard, I adopted a cross-legged stance, embodying a balance between relaxation and alertness. Closing my eyes, I inhaled deeply, allowing the day's clutter and noise to dissolve with each breath. The surrounding sounds of the night—the whisper of leaves, the distant city's pulse—faded, leaving a canvas of silence.
In this tranquility, I focused inward, reaching for the core of my being, where my Mana resided—a pulsing orb of light and potential within me. The world around me, unseen to the eye, teemed with mana, a boundless river of energy. My task was to tap into this flow, to draw it into myself, to nourish and expand my core.
With each breath, I visualized the mana as dewdrops, converging into streams that flowed toward me, answering the call of my will. I guided this energy into my core, feeling its warmth and vitality fill me, expanding my capacity and fortifying my spirit.
Cultivation was a journey of exhilaration and challenge, a dance of will and focus. I sensed the barriers within the limits of my current cultivation level. Yet, with each cycle of breath and energy, I pushed against these confines, yearning for breakthroughs, for advancement.
Time seemed to dissolve, the night deepening around me as I remained immersed in meditation. I was a solitary figure in the moonlight, surrounded by stones that had borne witness to countless others on their own paths of cultivation.
When dawn's first light breached the horizon, I opened my eyes. The world rushed back in—a cascade of color and sound—but within me, there was peace, a sense of renewal. Though a breakthrough eluded me that night, my progress was unmistakable. My core shone brighter, a testament to my dedication and relentless pursuit of cultivation.
Rising, I greeted the new day with quiet confidence. The cultivation path stretched long and arduous before me, but I was resolved to traverse it, step by step, toward the zeniths of power and enlightenment that awaited.
Emerging from my deep meditative state, I caught Zephyrius's gaze fixed on me, his eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and familiarity with my cultivation routine. "Hey, buddy, ready to head over to see Aaron at the guild hall?" I asked, stretching my limbs to shake off the stiffness. His soft meow in response, though understated, signaled his readiness, and together, we ventured towards the town square, where the heart of the city's teleportation network pulsed with magical energy.
As we approached the central teleportation hub, a sense of anticipation washed over me. The platform, alive with the hum of arcane energy, presented a dizzying array of destinations. I navigated through the options, the list a testament to the vastness of the world I found myself a part of. Finally, my eyes landed on the entry for Lucky Dragon's guild hall. With a decisive click, I selected it, and in an instant, a brilliant flash of white light enveloped us.
The sensation of teleportation was fleeting yet disorienting—a momentary void where time and space seemed irrelevant. Then, as quickly as it had begun, the journey ended, depositing us in an entirely new location. The light receded, revealing the guild hall of the Lucky Dragon, a place I had heard of but never before visited.
The air here was charged with a different kind of magic, one that spoke of adventures and camaraderie, of battles fought and victories won. Zephyrius and I, now far from the familiar streets of our own town, stood ready to face whatever awaited us in this new chapter of our journey.
The Guild Hall was a fusion of a college campus, a secret magical society, and a military base, bustling with life and energy. Dragonkin, Golbears, and other adventurers darted across the premises, their presence a testament to the guild's rapid growth—a sight that took me by surprise. I was aware the Guild was expanding, but the sheer number of members present was beyond my expectations.
Aaron's approach was heralded by his unmistakable presence, enveloping me in a bear hug that lifted me off my feet. "Welcome home, Julius," he beamed, setting me back down. Zephyrius let out an indignant "Meow!" clearly feeling overlooked cut through our reunion, prompting Aaron to acknowledge him with a warm, "Cat, welcome."
Our tour of the Guild Hall revealed it to be more of a state-of-the-art fortress than anything else. With its training halls for various combat arts, expansive dining area, fitness spaces, a library dedicated to adventuring, enchanting workshops, a smithy, a fletching workshop, and a tannery, the hall was a haven for adventurers, equipped with only the finest resources. Aaron's pride was palpable as he guided me through the labyrinth of facilities, saving the pièce de résistance for last." Julius, I've saved the best for last," he said.
Behind a massive stone door lay a dark, damp cave, warm and inviting, leading to the Dragon Den. The adolescent dragon that greeted us was an impressive sight, sixty feet tall and twice as long. inside, an adolescent dragon, sixty feet in height and double that in length, loomed before us. "I thought you said this was a baby dragon..." I remarked, taken aback.
Aaron chuckled. "Oh no, this is just an adolescent. They're much bigger than the babies. You'll see his growth spurt on his naming day when he becomes an adult.", as we approached the imposing purple dragon. Despite my efforts to maintain a respectful distance, the dragon closed the gap in an instant, demonstrating both immense size and startling speed.
"Good morning, Barrister Pavrimax," boomed the dragon, his voice echoing powerfully through the den. Unsure of how to address him, I opted for politeness. "Good morning, Young Dragon? I'm sorry, I don't know the proper title."
"Just call me Dragon until my naming," he replied, a smile revealing rows of efficiently shaped teeth, designed for a predatory diet. His tongue, long, narrow, and barbed, hinted at his lethal capabilities.
"It's a pleasant surprise to see you," the dragon remarked. "Indeed, the Crown Prince granted me a sabbatical, mentioning an upcoming event that I wouldn't want to miss," I responded. At this, the dragon let out a hearty, bellowing laugh that reverberated through the den, dislodging rocks and dirt in a mini avalanche. "Those pesky Anubis, always spoiling the surprise. But yes, you're right. I've just completed my last task, and my naming day is in three days," the dragon disclosed.
Aaron's expression was a mix of shock and awe. The dragon then extended an invitation that piqued my interest: "You're most welcome to attend. It would significantly benefit your cultivation." I bowed slightly, expressing my gratitude. "I'd be honored to be there."
Meanwhile, Zephyrius approached the dragon, curiously sniffing at him. In a moment of unexpected camaraderie, the dragon lowered his head to Zephyrius's level, engaging in what appeared to be a silent exchange. Aaron and I exchanged puzzled glances, unsure of the nature of their communication. After some time, the dragon lifted his head, proclaiming, "Welcome, Lord Zephyrius, to my den."
Following this declaration, Zephyrius, with a contented sigh, curled up into a little ball and nestled comfortably under the dragon's wing, promptly falling asleep. The sight was both endearing and surreal
Aaron gestured for me to follow him into a private office, a sanctuary of confidentiality within the bustling guild hall. As the door closed behind us, he turned to me, assurance in his eyes. "You can speak freely here; no one will overhear us," he assured.
Settling into a chair, I took a moment to collect my thoughts, the weight of my recent experiences heavy on my mind. "Aaron, can I trust you?" The words felt alien, yet necessary. Aaron's reaction was one of surprise, a hint of concern flickering across his features. "Julius, I've shared with you my Soul-Bond with the Dragon—a bond discernible only by those of substantial cultivation or the Draconic race. If that doesn't signify trust, I'm not sure what does."
"Aaron, it's not that I doubt you," I hastened to clarify, the urgency of my recent encounter pressing me for clarity. "It's just...the meeting with the Crown Prince has shaken me, and I find myself questioning everything that's happened in the past two weeks."
Aaron suggested a fresh start to our conversation. "Maybe we should go back to the beginning." So, I recounted the events of my meeting: the Crown Prince's warning about my business partners being political pariahs, my decision to decline the Royal Barony appointment, the unexpected gift of land, and my upcoming sabbatical.
"Wait, wait, wait, Julius, this is a lot to take in," Aaron interjected, processing the information. "While I'm not surprised he described Malhone, Flipih, and Gillian as such, why would he gift us all that land? And you're a far better person than me for turning down a Royal appointment, especially a Barony."
I allowed Aaron a moment to digest everything before elaborating. "Regarding the land, it seems that adding it wouldn't make our challenge period any more difficult, and it would serve to enhance his standing in the eyes of his father."
"Mhmmm, that makes sense," Aaron mused. "Royals are always strategizing on how to advance the interests of the Immortal Lords."
"But why does the Crown Prince labeling our business partners as pariahs resonate with you?" I pressed, seeking understanding.
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Aaron barely suppressed a chuckle, a hint of amusement in his voice. "Sometimes, I forget how new you are to all this," he began, poised to shed light on the complex web of allegiances and rivalries that defined our world—a lesson I was eager to learn.
Aaron elaborated further, providing context that was as enlightening as it was sobering. "Julius, even before your arrival in the Anopia System, you hadn't lived for even a hundred years. In contrast, Malhone, Flipih, and Gillian have each walked this world for centuries. The only individuals close to your age, Ka-Del and Ja-Vazee, aren't financially involved with you."
He paused, letting the reality of my situation sink in before continuing. "Malhone, uniquely among them, wasn't native to the Anopia System. From the day he arrived, his singular focus has been to ascend to royalty. It's more than ambition for him; it's a calling he's pursued with unwavering dedication."
Aaron shifted his focus to Flipih. "As for Flipih, he's a Dwarf, and it's well-known that Dwarves are not only wealthy but also exceptionally shrewd. Their primary interest lies in the accumulation of wealth. To Flipih, your partnership was a boon sent by Mana itself. The profits he's garnered from his commission on this project, coupled with his management of a new branch, have propelled him onto a fast track for promotion within the bank. The banking world is fraught with peril; it's a realm of cutthroat politics where sabotage is the norm, and alliances are fleeting at best."
Finally, he touched upon Gillian. "Gillian, however, I wouldn't label a pariah so much as a leech. The Gungafisian race, to which he belongs, are significant player within the Anopia System. They govern their own planet—a domain where they reign unchallenged, thanks to its aquatic environment that suits their physiology. Furthermore, they've established influential communities on AnaKaldroo."
"Are you suggesting we can't trust them?" I pressed Aaron for clarity.
"Trust, but do so sparingly. They each bring significant value to our cause," Aaron advised. "Gillian, for instance, will oversee a section of our land that we couldn't utilize to its full potential. His people can extract far more resources from it than we ever could. Flipih's interests, while not as critical to him as to us, still align with our goals. The influx of money from the banking sector, spurred by the new business grants, essentially ties his success to ours. Plus, the strategic position of Hyde Park, near a guild with access to two rifts, only amplifies his value. Malhone is the real concern; given the Minotaur Lords' formidable warriors, your refusal to grant him land ownership might provoke him into taking drastic measures against you."
Our conversation was interrupted by a knock. "Come in," Aaron called. A gnome, armored from head to toe, entered with deliveries for me. "Right here," I responded, accepting the letters before the gnome departed.
"Ah, correspondence from Barrister Skrix Pebblefoot, the Royal house of Crown Prince Anubirek, and Senior Barrister Melora," I noted.
"What do they say?" Aaron inquired, curiosity piqued.
"Good news," I began, "We've been granted fifty percent ownership in the Goblin adventuring group's labyrinth entrance."
"Were you this lucky back on Earth? What's with you?" Aaron joked, baffled by the fortune coming our way.
I chuckled at his reaction. "They're offering us ownership in exchange for the free business licenses I granted on the new territory.
“You know, Malhone will likely be furious he didn't receive a similar offer," Aaron said.
“I honestly don't care, we desperately need the UndraDakk," I confessed. "Our priority is attracting the UndraDakk; we need their numbers."
"Julius, I'm with you on this, but just be cautious," Aaron warned. "And, no offense, but so far, this information doesn't seem to warrant the level of secrecy you initially implied."
"I'm getting to that. I'm surprised you didn't ask about the Crown Prince's letter," I teased, trying to steer the conversation towards the most significant part of my meeting.
"Julius, we have all day," Aaron reassured me, a hint of patience in his voice. "I know you'll get around to it eventually."
"Alright, let's discuss the rest of the gifts the Crown Prince bestowed upon me," I said, eager to share the full extent of the meeting's outcomes.
"My lords, Julius, how many gifts did he give you?" Aaron exclaimed, his surprise evident.
"Three," I replied. "The land, a Settlement Advisor from his own house, and an Ability Token that he personally crafted."
The room seemed to pulse with Aaron's aura, a tumult of emotions swirling around us, more than I could decipher.
"He gave you an employee from his own house?" Aaron was incredulous.
"Yes, and they'll be swearing complete loyalty to me," I confirmed, still trying to wrap my head around the gravity of the Crown Prince's gifts.
Aaron stood abruptly, his movements betraying a restlessness as he began to pace the room. His murmurs filled the space, not directed at me but voiced as if to make sense of the revelation. "A member of the Crown Prince's house and an ability token crafted by him..." His voice trailed off, laden with disbelief and wonder.
I watched as Aaron grappled with the implications, his usual composure overtaken by a storm of thought. It was clear that the Crown Prince's generosity had not only overwhelmed me but had also sent Aaron into deep contemplation, trying to piece together the motives and consequences of such unprecedented gifts.
"Julius, let's tackle this systematically. Let's start with the Settlement Advisor and leave the discussion about the Ability Token for last, as there's a lot to unpack there," Aaron suggested, steering our conversation towards a more structured path.
"That's fine," I agreed. "The letter mentioned that the thirty candidates for the role will arrive later this afternoon. Would you like to join me for the interviews?"
"Julius, I would, but I won't," Aaron declined, his tone firm yet supportive.
Puzzled, I asked, "Why not?"
Aaron paused before explaining, "Choosing a member for your house is monumental. This decision will impact generations, and for cultivators, that could span hundreds of thousands of years. It's crucial that you find the right fit for you personally, without external influences."
I nodded, appreciating his candor. "Thank you for your honesty."
"But," Aaron continued, "that doesn't mean I'll leave you to navigate this blindly. There are essential factors you need to consider. Firstly, the Crown Prince's heritage as an Anubis is significant. The Anubis race, in collaboration with the Draconic race, played a pivotal role in creating the Anopia System. They're among the most potent beings here, and every member of their house, from the lowest servants to the highest leaders, is afforded unparalleled opportunities and resources. The candidates you're about to meet come from this elite background, so expect their cultivation and skills to be extraordinary."
"Secondly," he added, "you must understand the implications of integrating someone into your house. Your ambitions, desires, and needs will become theirs through a magical bond nearly as strong as a Soul-Binding. This Settlement Advisor will sever their allegiance to the Crown Prince to serve you prepared to act in your interest, even to their detriment."
"There's much to discuss regarding the Anubis race, but their society is notably insular," Aaron continued, his tone shifting to one of reverence mixed with caution. "They don't employ servants or slaves, and despite their societal hierarchy, even the lowest members are treated with immense respect. However, this level of respect isn't typically extended beyond their own society. The Crown Prince offering you a member of his house, along with the ability token, essentially integrates you into Anubis society. This is a distinction that might even surpass the significance of royal titles. It places you in a remarkably powerful position." This is a distinction that might even surpass the honor of being a Royal. It places you in an exceptionally influential position."
"Wait, why is that?" I asked, trying to grasp the full implications of Aaron's words.
"To be honest, I don't have all the answers," Aaron admitted. "My knowledge is based on my experiences. Your new vassal should be able to provide you with a deeper understanding of their culture."
Absorbing Aaron's explanation, I felt overwhelmed. "This is a lot to take in," I confessed.
"Julius, this news isn't even directly about me, and I'm freaking out," Aaron shared, his usual composure giving way to a palpable tension. "Boons from royalty, particularly from the Crown Prince, who isn't renowned for his generosity, are deeply concerning. The magnitude of what's been given to you is causing me to worry on a level I haven't felt before."
"But what I can tell you, Julius, is that the Anubis race commands access to powers and resources that many would, and have, killed for."
"Is that the reason the Crown Prince warned me about being thrust into a political game I'm not prepared for?"
"It's highly probable, Julius. My knowledge of the intricate machinations of Royal society is limited at best. Even those who are considered lower-tier within the royal hierarchy likely have only a superficial understanding. This is precisely what makes your refusal of a barony so profound. It signifies a level of power and autonomy rare among Royals. Now, with your integration into Anubis society and potential future royal status, you're bound to attract a spectrum of attention, both supportive and malicious," Aaron elaborated his tone grave.
"What do you think I should do?" I queried, seeking guidance in navigating the treacherous waters ahead.
"Firstly, ensure you choose the right Settlement Advisor and absorb all the knowledge you can from them. Secondly, and this is critical, you must intensify your focus on cultivation. You've been in this world for two weeks and haven't fully unlocked all your abilities yet. That Ability Token, along with what you'll gain from attending the Dragon's naming ceremony, will equip you with two formidable abilities. But to stand a chance to survive in this world, reaching at least the Mana Body stage, or ideally the Aura Formation stage, is imperative before Hyde Park's construction is completed. You could find yourself a target on your back," Aaron advised with a sense of urgency.
"I'll do everything in my power to protect you, Julius, even from our own business partners. But if you're indifferent to provoking Malhone, then becoming stronger than him is non-negotiable," Aaron concluded, his commitment clear but underscored by the stark reality that strength was my ultimate safeguard in this new and perilous realm.
"That's precisely why I declined the Barony; I knew I wasn't prepared for it. Even the Crown Prince acknowledged my unreadiness," I confessed, the weight of that decision still lingering.
"Julius, I hope Malhone never discovers you turned down that royal title. I'm not sure I could have done the same, despite having no aspirations for royalty myself. Your decision, though, seems increasingly wise. Yet, a day will likely come when refusal won't be an option," Aaron reflected thoughtfully.
"I'm aware, Aaron. After we navigate the Challenge Period, the Crown Prince intends to elevate me to the title of Grand Duke," I shared, the reality of that future title still daunting.
For a moment, the translation spell integral to the Anopia System fumbled, struggling to accurately convey Aaron's reaction. But even through the garbled translation, it was clear—Aaron was both swearing and marveling in disbelief.
"Julius, you're either the luckiest man in the entire Anopia System or your fate is so jinxed that I should sever our partnership this instant and seek refuge in the most remote fortress until the impending storm you're drawing dissipates. Ascending to a Grand Duchy positions you just below the Human Prince himself in rank. Among humans, it's rare to see ranks above a Baron," Aaron articulated, his tone a mix of awe and concern.
I attempted to lighten the mood slightly, "It doesn't exactly help that my standing with the humans here in Anopia isn't the best."
"Who cares about that now? Once you're a Grand Duke, none of that will matter. Humans, more than any other race in the System, crave power. It's largely why nearly all of them reside on a single planet—controlling resources, and consolidating power. It's strategic. And I guarantee, before the three years are up, they'll be seeking an alliance, eager to align with us," Aaron assured, his perspective offering both solace and a stark reminder of the political dynamics at play.
Aaron's insights painted a complex picture of the path ahead, one fraught with both unparalleled opportunity and daunting challenges. As we delved deeper into the intricacies of Anopia's sociopolitical landscape, it became increasingly clear that the journey to the Grand Duchy would be anything but straightforward.
"But what exactly does the token do? Is it preloaded with a particular ability? Could it turn me into an adventurer?" I asked, trying to grasp the potential changes the ability token could bring to my life.
Aaron clarified, "No, it's not preloaded with a specific ability. Instead, it unlocks a potential ability that you'd normally never have access to. For you, it will allow you to gain an ability from the Anubis race. And as for becoming an adventurer, that's not how it works. Many have spent royal fortunes attempting to imbue non-adventurers with adventurer abilities, all without success. You might acquire some very specialized attack or defense abilities, but their application is incredibly narrow, effective only in very specific scenarios."
He provided an example to illustrate his point. "There's a group of Holy Warriors dedicated to protecting the knowledge of their deity. Though referred to as warriors, they're not adventurers. Their abilities, whether offensive or defensive, are solely applicable when defending their deity's sacred knowledge. Outside of that context, they're as vulnerable as any non-adventurer."
"I guess I'm still confused about the difference between an adventurer and a non-adventurer," I admitted.
"The distinction lies in the application of our abilities. As an adventurer, I can deploy my combat skills anytime, anywhere, and in any manner I see fit. You, on the other hand, are limited to using your abilities within the specific constraints dictated by the abilities you form. That's why occupations are assigned; while some non-adventurers manage to slightly extend the use of their abilities beyond these limitations, such cases are rare and require exceptional talent. This exclusivity is precisely why cultivators harbor resentment towards Goblins—their racial ability enables them to utilize their powers wherever necessary, provided they're in a group. No other race has that kind of flexibility. The UndraDakk's racial abilities are considered similarly 'broken' due to their unique advantages," Aaron explained.
"So, to clarify, with this token, I'll be able to unlock an ability unique to the Anubis race. Can you tell me about the kinds of abilities they possess?" I inquired, intrigued by the possibilities.
Aaron shook his head, "I'm not entirely sure, but it's widely believed to be connected to the Khopesh. Every Anubis carries one, and rumors suggest that those who possess Anubis abilities also wield a Khopesh."
"What would stop me from carrying a Khopesh without having an Anubis ability?" I probed further, seeking clarity on the matter.
"The word is, attempting such a thing results in a painful death," Aaron responded gravely.
"So, no one outside their race attempts to forge a Khopesh?" I pressed on, trying to grasp the full extent of the taboo.
"Many smiths have tried, only for it to end in disaster," Aaron confirmed, his tone underscored with a hint of caution.
"What makes the Khopesh so special, then?" I asked, hoping for a more detailed explanation.
"I've witnessed a Khopesh in action during the battle. It's both beautiful and terrifying," Aaron recounted, a mixture of awe and horror in his voice.
"That gives me no concrete information," I exclaimed, frustration creeping into my voice.
"Julius, much of what I know is based on hearsay, filtered through the ranks of adventurers. And let me tell you, adventurers gossip more than housewives," Aaron explained, a wry smile crossing his face, acknowledging the limitations of his knowledge and the reliance on the adventurer community's rumor mill for insights into the mysterious and revered Anubis race and their iconic weapon.
Aaron leaned in, his demeanor shifting to one of earnest gravity. "Julius, you're presented with an exceptionally rare chance here. With the ability token and the upcoming Dragon Naming ceremony, you're poised to gain access to two abilities that are typically beyond the reach of your race."
"How so?" I asked, intrigued by the notion.
"During a Dragon Naming ceremony, if you cultivate in the absence of fully manifested abilities, you're likely to develop a Draconic ability," Aaron explained, revealing a practice steeped in tradition and mutual benefit among races and dragons. "This is why many seek to curry favor with dragons, hoping their offspring might gain such a coveted ability."
"But how does that work?" I pressed, eager for details.
"Dragons exude an immense amount of mana during their naming. It's so potent that those in proximity, especially those like you who haven't unlocked all their potential, can be imbued with extraordinary abilities as a result. You'll understand better once you witness it," Aaron assured me.
Realization dawned on me. "This is why the Crown Prince wanted me here—to develop these abilities."
"Exactly. You're in a rare position, Julius. You wield considerable influence and possess untapped potential," Aaron affirmed.
Raising my drink, I proposed a toast. "Here's to hoping this streak of luck continues." Our Flagons clinked in agreement.
We settled into a comfortable silence, savoring our drinks until a knock interrupted our quiet contemplation.
"Come in," Aaron invited. A young Golbear entered, addressing us. "Guild Lord Kodija, a group of Anubis, wish to speak with Barrister Pavrimax."
"Thank you, Kody. Could you please escort them to the Council Chamber?" Aaron requested.
"Yes, Guild Lord." With that, Kody exited, leaving us to prepare for the next phase of the evening.
Aaron offered a supportive glance. "Good luck, Julius. Choose wisely. I'll escort you to the Council Chamber."
Our journey took us to the depths of the Guild Hall, to a chamber as fortified as it was opulent, the protection on the room reminiscent of the bomb shelters back on Earth.
Inside, thirty Anubis stood in impeccable formation, each donning a Khopesh of varying colors. Their disciplined stance and the aura of power that enveloped them spoke volumes of their might and prowess, even in the absence of traditional adventurer status.
Aaron prepared to leave. "I'll leave this in your capable hands, Barrister." With a final nod, he exited the chamber, leaving me to face the formidable assembly of Anubis alone, each moment leading to this point a testament to the extraordinary journey I had embarked upon since arriving in the Anopia System.
As I stood there, I felt the familiar sensation of something soft brushing against my legs. Glancing down, I saw Zephyrius weaving between my feet. "Hey, Zephyrius, I wasn't expecting you here," I greeted him, a smile breaking across my face at his timely appearance. "Meow!" he replied as if affirming his right to be present. "Well, you're more than welcome to join us," I announced to the room, then half-jokingly added, "Anyone here not fond of cats?" The room remained silent, all eyes fixed on me, their postures rigid with attention.
Gathering my thoughts, I decided to lay everything out in the open. "I'll be honest with all of you, I'm quite out of my depth here. Since arriving in this magical universe two weeks ago, I've been essentially stumbling from one situation to the next. Back on Earth, I was a decent lawyer, and even then, I was barely keeping my life together. And now, here I am, faced with the choice of selecting one among thirty magical Alfred Pennyworths to become a member of my house, a concept I'm still trying to fully grasp. It almost feels like we're about to enter into a marriage," I joked, hoping to lighten the mood. The room, however, remained eerily silent, absorbing my words without reaction.
"So, here's the deal," I continued, shifting to a more serious tone. "I'm in search of a partner, not just in title but in spirit. While the role is officially that of a Settlement Advisor, what I truly need is someone willing to help me navigate this universe, guide me through the uncertainties, and challenge me when I'm wrong. In exchange, I promise to share everything I have as equitably as possible. What I'm asking for goes beyond the initial description of the job, and with that understanding, anyone who doesn't feel aligned with this vision is free to leave, no judgments passed."
I waited, the silence stretching out as the weight of my proposition settled over the room. After several tense minutes, a group of about eighteen individuals quietly excited, their departure marking a significant moment of choice. I held my breath, giving others the chance to leave if they wished, but no one else moved. The ones who remained looked back at me, their expressions a mix of curiosity and resolve, signaling their willingness to embrace the challenge I had laid before them.
With the room now thinned to a more intimate assembly, those who chose to stay seemed to radiate a silent, collective commitment to the path I had outlined. Recognizing this moment as a turning point, I decided to take the next step in this unconventional selection process.
"Thank you, to those of you who've decided to stay," I began, my voice steady, imbued with a newfound resolve. "Your choice to remain signals to me not just your willingness but your courage to embark on this journey together, despite its uncertainties."
I then paced slowly before them, making eye contact with each remaining candidate. "Now, I would like each of you to share something about yourselves. Not just your qualifications or experiences, which I have no doubt are exceptional, but something personal. What drives you? What are your aspirations within and beyond serving in my house? And importantly, why did you choose to stay?"
I paused, considering how best to approach the interviews. "Instead of formal interviews, I propose we have a conversation. I want to understand your views, your aspirations, and how you envision contributing to our cause. Likewise, it's important you know who I am, not just as a figure who stumbled into a position of influence, but as a person."
This request, unconventional in the context of a typical interview, aimed to peel back the layers of formality and hierarchy, inviting a genuine connection and understanding. It was crucial for me to see beyond their impressive resumes, to glimpse the individuals behind the titles—their hopes, fears, and dreams.
As the first of the candidates stepped forward to speak, Zephyrius, ever the silent observer, settled comfortably at my feet, his presence a grounding reminder of the stakes at hand. Each story shared in that room would not only illuminate the candidates' motivations but also reflect back on my own journey, challenging me to articulate my vision for our shared future and the legacy I hoped to build within the Anopia System.
This was more than a mere selection of a Settlement Advisor; it was the forging of a partnership destined to navigate the intricate dance of power, loyalty, and ambition that defined this magical universe. With each narrative unfolded, I listened intently, aware that the decision ahead would shape the course of my path in ways I was only beginning to comprehend.
One by one, I engaged with the remaining candidates. Each conversation was revealing, not just about their capabilities and experiences, but about their personalities, their values, and their vision for what our partnership could achieve. Some spoke of strategic insights and political acumen that could navigate the complexities of the Anopia System. Others emphasized their understanding of the subtleties of inter-racial relations within this vast universe, and a few highlighted their unique skills or knowledge that could prove invaluable in unforeseen ways.
As the discussions unfolded, I was struck by the depth and diversity of the talent before me. It was clear that any one of these individuals could offer substantial support in my role. Yet, I also knew that finding the right fit—a partner who could challenge me, support me, and share in the vision I was still shaping for our future—was about more than just skills or experience.
The conversations stretched on, and as the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the room, I realized the enormity of the decision before me. Choosing a Settlement Advisor was not just a matter of selecting a qualified individual; it was about finding someone who resonated with the very soul of what I hoped to build and achieve in this new world.
As the last of the candidates shared their thoughts with me, I thanked them for their openness and honesty. "I'll need some time to reflect on our discussions today," I told them. "This decision is not just about what's best for me, but what's best for all of us moving forward. I hope to make an announcement by tomorrow."
With that, the meeting adjourned, and I was left alone in the chamber, the weight of the decision heavier than ever. Zephyrius, who had been a quiet observer throughout, jumped onto the table, nudging my hand as if to offer his support. I smiled at him, grateful for the companionship in a moment filled with such significant choices.
The task ahead was daunting, but the conversations of the day had illuminated a path forward, one that, while fraught with uncertainty, also shimmered with the promise of collaboration, growth, and perhaps, against all odds, success.
As I lingered at the long council chamber table, a resonant knock echoed through the room. Rising to answer it, I found myself face-to-face with one of the candidates. He introduced himself as Akhenaten Hathor, distinguishable by his youthful appearance, light purple skin, and the gold Khopesh that hung at his side. His voice carried a note of confidence as he addressed me, "Sir, I mean no disrespect, but you need to choose me as your advisor."
Intrigued by his bold assertion, I gestured for him to enter. "Come in, let's talk," I invited, curious to understand the conviction behind his statement.
"Akhenaten, why should I choose you?" I inquired, eager to understand the confidence behind his bold claim.
"Sir, I was trained to eventually serve as an advisor to the Crown Prince's youngest son. My expertise lies in political navigation, managing inter-racial relations, and cultivation—a field in which, respectfully, you require significant assistance. Additionally, I am the sole candidate with hands-on experience in managing a settlement during a challenging period. I assure you, that I'm not hesitant to voice my opinions and provide the guidance you truly need. None of the other candidates took the initiative to convey this directly to you. While my peers are undoubtedly qualified for other roles within the Anubis realm, their abilities to serve you specifically fall short compared to mine," Akhenaten explained with a mix of humility and assurance.
Curious, I asked, "Why are you no longer serving the Crown Prince's son?"
"Sir, the details are sensitive, but essentially, he has chosen a life path that no longer necessitates my role," Akhenaten replied, his tone respectful yet firm.
"If I share something with you, will you keep it confidential, even if you're not selected?" I pressed.
"Sir, whether or not I am chosen, your secret will accompany me to the grave," he affirmed.
With that assurance, I retrieved the Ability Token from my storage ring, revealing it to Akhenaten.
His reaction was instantaneous, his eyes widening in recognition. "Sir, is that from the Crown Prince himself?"
"Yes, it is. What can you tell me about it, and what do you advise?" I asked, intrigued by his reaction.
"Sir, an Ability Token from the Crown Prince will bestow upon you a legendary Anubis racial ability, likely designed to fortify your settlement's defenses. The resonance I sense between you and the token suggests it was specifically crafted for you, a gesture I find both remarkable and puzzling. My advice? Dedicate a week or two in a cultivation chamber to fully harness its power," Akhenaten suggested earnestly.
At that moment, Zephyrius, who had been quietly observing, approached and gave the Ability Token a thorough sniff, his serious kitten demeanor oddly endearing.
After storing the token once again, I posed another question, "What if I told you a Dragon Naming ceremony is scheduled in two days?"
"My Lord, you should cultivate during the naming to acquire a Draconic ability. Then, without delay, enter seclusion to cultivate the Ability Token. I am prepared to manage your affairs in your absence," Akhenaten proposed a plan forming in his words.
Zephyrius's affectionate nuzzle seemed to seal Akhenaten's approval.
"It seems Zephyrius approves of you," I noted, a smile breaking through.
"He's a very intelligent cat, My Lord," Akhenaten remarked, acknowledging Zephyrius's discernment.
"You referred to me as 'Lord' this time. Why?" I questioned, curious about the sudden shift in address.
"Upon acquiring that ability, you will be recognized as a member of the Anubis people, deserving of all due respect," Akhenaten explained, his statement underscoring the profound impact and responsibility that came with the Crown Prince's gift.
"We have much to discuss in the next day or so, before the Dragon Naming and my absorption of this Ability Token. Your initial task will be to respectfully dismiss the other candidates. Following that, we'll convene with Aaron to deliberate on the guild and the settlement," I outlined the immediate steps.
"Yes, My Lord. However, before proceeding, I must swear allegiance to your house," Akhenaten interjected.
"And how is that done?" I inquired, unfamiliar with the protocol.
"It's quite straightforward," Akhenaten explained, gracefully descending to one knee. He removed his Khopesh from his side, cradling it between both palms as an offering.
He then declared, "I, Akhenaten Hathor, swear upon my blood and lineage to serve your hopes, desires, and needs, and to protect your life with my own. I vow that my legacy shall support yours until dismissed from your house. I shall not act to harm your house's foundation; rather, all I do shall aim to fortify it. I pledge to reap your harvest, sow your seeds, provide sustenance in famine, and find water in drought. I shall shield you from evil, wielding my Khopesh with unwavering might against all who wish you harm, by the brightest of days and the blackest of nights. I now offer you my Khopesh as an extension of your will."
As he spoke, profound magic enveloped us, compelling me to respond, "I accept your Khopesh, and with all my being and might, I promise to be a wise, just, and kind lord. I will treat you with the respect due an equal, never subjecting you to indignity, earnestly considering your counsel, and shielding you from harm to the best of my ability. Welcome to the mighty House of Pavrimax, for it has been enriched by one soul this night."
The ceremony, steeped in ancient tradition and powerful magic, solidified our bond, intertwining our destinies. Akhenaten's allegiance to my house marked a pivotal moment, not just for me, but for the journey ahead. With a new advisor by my side, the path forward seemed a little less daunting, and the challenges that lay ahead, were a bit more surmountable.