This chapter has been proof-read by: AnthonyL
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The little piece of Tyrfing I now had in my possession was merely a small part of its hilt and I seriously hoped the tournament prize was all the rest. I wouldn't want to learn there were other pieces scattered elsewhere in this world.
You can only imagine how much of a pain in the ass it would be. Before simply jumping into the tournament, I tried locating it to know if I could simply steal it and be done with it but the rest of the blade was in the city lord's vault.
Cities are safe zones and I could not go and kill people left and right but the city guards could. Getting into a fight in a city was a death wish. Of course with Tyrfing I could since it's a cheat sword but I first needed to get to it and the best way to do so was still to join the tournament.
I needed to find a way to get close enough to touch it during the tournament. It would be ideal since I wouldn't need to go through it all. Tournaments aren't my thing after all since it was a little bit too high profile for my liking.
After asking around town I had followed their directions and arrived to a queue where I needed to wait to register. NPC as well as players were invited to participate in the tournament and luckily there were no level restriction.
This meant the weak wouldn't even try to register since it was obvious that only the strongest would reach the finals. After all, only the strongest in this country would try to participate knowing that. As An'dalia and I were waiting for my turn to come, I discretely identified everyone I could.
Since I had a photographic memory I would remember their information at a first glance if I saw them ever again. The reason I was doing this was because there was a magic on the arena preventing the use of [Identify].
I had offered An'dalia to pay to get her a full day at a spa or something she would enjoy since this was probably going to be boring to her but she insisted that she wanted to watch me fight. Even now in the queue she wouldn't leave my side.
The queue was packed tight except around us. Since we looked like royalty it was to be expected as normal people would avoid being too close to someone with the power to order their execution. Listening to An'dalia's thoughts, even she herself seemed surprised by the people's reaction.
Of course it was a bit because of my [Intimidating Aura] passive skill but she was definitely happy to finally be treated like an important person. Even as a princess, she was still the second princess and therefor not considered as important.
Here with me, she was being treated almost like a queen and I knew she really enjoyed that. After what seemed like an eternity it was finally my turn to register for the tournament. A small red haired and green eyed lady wearing round glasses made a gesture for us to get closer.
“Welcome to our beautiful city... yaddy yadda... Are you both registering?” (Glasses lady) She asked as if she didn't care about her job.
“Only me.” (Kneeko) She then tried to use identify but instantly rolled her eyes upward and asked.
“Sighh* To which name Mr. Anonymity?” (Glasses lady) Umm this was a good question, since I didn't want anyone to recognize or track me down I had already thought of a different name other than Elvis.
“Clayton Brown.” (Kneeko) A very bland name which attracts no attention whatsoever was the way to go here. The lady looked at me with a face that said “yea right, you're not fooling anyone” but eventually shrugged it away and wrote it on the paper.
“Alright, there are few rules but be sure to check them out on this pamphlet. The list with who you are going to fight against and the schedule will be published tomorrow at 7am then the tournament will begin at 1pm. Be sure to be on time Mr Brown. NEXT!” (Glasses lady)
Well that was pretty simple, she only needed my name even if it was obviously a fake one. This meant that this tournament was thrown hastily and that some suspicious individuals could possibly join in. Best was not to spend too much time here and get my old sword back quickly.
I turned around to look at An'dalia who seemed busy admiring the architecture of this roman style arena. She was surprisingly docile and obedient which of course made me suspicious but my ability to hear thoughts helped me get rid of these unnecessary worries.
Actually she seemed genuinely happy to be out of her castle and enjoy this much freedom for once. Back in Niardo she would always need to wear a cloak during the rare times she would go out. Once she realized I was looking at her she gave me a curious smile.
“Ho! You're done here ?” (An'dalia)
“Yes, want to go to a theatre, to a spa or something?” (Kneeko)
“Ummm anything you want. Want to steal something or bully someone like that big blacksmith earlier? Everything is pretty new to me so how about you teach me many things?” (An'dalia)
Gulp* I couldn't help but hear Quagmire in my head going 'Giggity'. She was going to the dark side at a crazy speed which made me think she was destined to be like me from the beginning.. Guhuhu* I'll teach you many things indeed.
“Come on, Let's go eat something then go laugh at some slaves at the slave market.” (Kneeko)
“Hehehehe* Sound so fun! Kneeko sure knows how to entertain himself.” (An'dalia)
“My heart is beating so fast! Kneeko is procuring me so much excitement. Can't wait to see these pitiful slaves covered in feces begging us to buy them. Teehee*“ (An'dalia)
Is it weird that her thoughts are turning me on? Cough cough* Let's think about something else. We walked hand in hand to the most expensive restaurant and ate for free thanks to my [TerrorEyes] skill which made An'dalia tremble a bit.
Then we slowly made our way down the dirtiest area of the city where most criminals stay. As we approached the gate leading to this nasty part of town some of the city guard ran toward us after noticing our arrival.
“Hello good sir, may I inquire about your destination?” (Guard)
“Sure we are going that way.” (Kneeko) I said while pointing toward the dirty wooden gate. Were we forbidden from going there? As far as I knew, slave trade wasn't outlawed.
“If you don't mind sir, we would like to accompany you. We can't let nobles such as yourselves go in this dump without escort, our lord would kill us.” (Guard)
“Alright, I don't mind... Do you, darling?” (Kneeko) It was the first time I was calling her something else other than her name which made her blush and show a joyful smile.
“Anything you decide, I will agree.” (An'dalia)
“Who am I to question god's decision.. Hehehehe*“ (An'dalia)
Ho my.. I am already a god in her eyes eh? And more than that, THE god?! Well not that I mind but this is a little bit awkward after all. On the other hand she is only saying these things in her head so I cannot bring it up.
“Alright let's go.” (Kneeko)
We resumed our little walk and entered the dreaded slump. Our entire surroundings instantly changed as we got deeper in. The houses were dilapidated and dirty, everything stank of piss and shit with a subtle touch of sweat and sexual fluids. This place was awful..
An'dalia was pinching her nose, still exhibiting a creepy grin. What was happening in her head was even creepier since she seemed to get turned on from seeing human misery. When we saw a skinny child slowly starving to death I thought she would have an orgasm.
This wife of mine truly had a disturbing side. Her life as a princess had distorted her senses and could only seek pleasure from others' pain and suffering.. Guuhuhuh, not that I mind it that much. It's not like we could save all the poor souls in the world on our own.
As very rich looking nobles we were sticking out like sore thumbs and we could see everyone staring at us with various expressions. The guards were getting nervous but we finally arrived at out destination where it would be easier for them to keep guard.
We entered what looked like a scrap metal shop as it was only a big fence surrounding the entire complex. Once inside we saw hundreds of cages aligned next to each other with tarps covering them as simple rain protection.
Almost immediately a skinny old man with a pointy grey beard and a hunched back approached us while rubbing his hands together like someone washing them with soap. After seeing our getup the old man's eyes were sparkling and he began to rub his hands so hard I thought they would catch fire.
“How may I be of any assistance to my lord and milady.” (Creepy old man)
“What do you have as merchandise?” (Kneeko)
“Ho!ho! Are there any sick slaves? Some missing limbs?” (An'dalia) She then asked like an exited kid at a candy shop. The old man frowned before answering.
“Of course not, we keep only the best specimens. Of course.. sometimes the merchandise has less resistance than others but they are quickly dispatched not to infect the others.” (Creepy old man)
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“Ho....HO!You mean killing them? How are you doing it? Leaving them to rot in a well or something?” (An'dalia)
The old man turned to look at me with a face that asked if she was fine in her head but I simply laughed. Confused, the old man decided to ignore the weird question before answering my question.
“We have pretty much anything, demon race, half human, elves, dwarves, fairies, beast-men, humans... Everything really. If we don't have it, we can try to find it for you with a little supplement.” (Creepy old man)
“Babe, which race do you prefer?” (Kneeko)
“Umm... I quite like the half-humans... They look so cute with their animals ears... It would be such a shame if someone were to cut their tails off.... Hehehehe*” (An'dalia)
“Guhuhuhu* Show us your half-human slaves. The male ones.” (Kneeko)
The old man, seemingly unfazed by An'dalia's remark, showed how many years he had been doing this work. As a slave trader he had definitely seen all kinds of psychos. He showed us the way and stopped in the aisle containing the desired species. He then began to remove the tarps on top of the cages and proudly showed us his merchandise.
In each cage was something human looking but with animal ears and tail. Most of them were on their knees, trying to look as submissive as possible. Some where laying in foetal position trying to warm themselves as they were all naked. In all their eyes I could see 'Please pick me'...
As he was boasting their pedigree, the old man was poking at them with a long stick to make them move around a bit. From the corner of my eyes I caught something I judged interesting. It was a young man around 20 years old with silvery dog tail and ears. [Identify]
[table=#800000]Gomshew (NPC)Race/Species:Half-Human (Silver-Wolf)Level:34Class:SlaveTitle:Feet liker
Hell and back[/table]
“Hoo I see sir has very good taste. This one is a silver-wolf, definitely one of the strongest and this particular one as been broken into obedience by the best in the trade.” (Creepy old man)
“He probably wishes to buy it for his wife, better avoid mentioning his aversion for women. The stupid thing seemed to be attracted exclusively to men.“ (Creepy old man)
An'dalia was looking at the skinny thing with saliva flowing out of her mouth. She had just found the best toy in the world. I wasn't really thinking of buying her a toy but this one was apparently a hundred percent gay which lessened my worries toward An'dalia.
“You want it babe?” (Kneeko) I asked my salivating beauty.
Nod* Nod* Nod* Nod* She nodded as fast as she could with begging eyes so I couldn't refuse her after that.
“We'll take it.” (Kneeko)
“Yayyy Thank you Kne- Clayton!!!” (An'dalia) She jumped in my arms and gave me a kiss on the cheek. She remembered to call me Clayton, sighh* I definitely got myself a smart girl.
“Of course, anything else?” (Creepy old man)
“No that will be it.” (Kneeko)
“Please follow me this way for the master/slave ceremony and to get the contract done.” (Creepy old man) Said the old man while leading us toward a big tent in the middle of the 'market'.
The old man asked one of his employees to bring the slave to the tent on our way but unexpectedly a familiar scent caught my attention. Lick* Lick*... This smell was coming from a cage not far from me and since I can't forget anything I recognized it instantly.
This smell was that of the assassin who had came after me just before being killed by the dragons. The speedy assassin... It was the assassin who smelled like a cat, obviously it had been a demi-human of a cat subspecies all along. This 'cat' had apparently been caught (most likely arrested for his banditry) and was now a slave.
“Guhuhuhuhuhuu* Old man... I might be interested in another purchase.” (Kneeko)
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STATUS
[table=#800000]PROFILENAME:KneekoLEVEL:725GENDER:MaleMONEY:120441G 29S 76CRACE:(Chimeric) Newt "Tadpole" (Common)MONSTER RANK:Medium HighHEALTH:8660STAMINA:6090MANA:37100STRENGTH:3258 (+550)(M)INTELLIGENCE:3095 (+600)SPEED:1472 (+150)DEXTERITY:73 (+150)(H)VITALITY:1 (+850)CHARM:1 (+415)LUCK:55 (+215)AGILITY:1043 (+150)RESISTANCE:2224 (+650)(S)ENDURANCE:94 (+500)SKILL POINTS:30FAME/INFAMY:-71500 (Seriously Evil)CLASS:-------------------TITLES:
Spoiler :
☑ Death's Demise
☑ Divinity
☑ Don Juan
☑ Dungeon conqueror
☑ Elemental Master
☐ Grave Digger
☑ King of the forest
☐ King of the pond
☑ Sphinx Slayer
☐ Stone turner
☑ Toxic Powerhouse
☐ Tree puncher
☑ Tycoon
☑ Vindictae Clan Member
PASSIVE SKILLS:
Spoiler :
Amphibious (-)
Anti-Reptile Venom (S)
Basilisk Acid ©
Blunt Weapon Mastery (E)
Dual Weapon Mastery (D)
ID Hide (-)
Intimidating Aura (On)
Obscuro Poison (B)
Poison Immunity (-)
Unarmed Mastery (D)
Viper Neurotoxin (A)
ACTIVE SKILLS:
Spoiler :
Checkpoint (-)
Deadly Breath ©
Gardener touch (S)
Humanoid shift (-)
Luminar (E)
Poison Spit (D)
Sad puppy eyes (B)
Tail Whip (B)
TerrorEyes (B)
Time Stop (-)
Vindic Flames (B)
Vindic Wave (B)
Vines Hell (B)
Viper Bite ©
ARCANE LIBRARY:
Spoiler :
Arcane ClayBolt
Arcane EarthBolt
Arcane FireBolt
Arcane FrostBolt
Arcane Gatling
Arcane LightningBolt
Arcane MagmaBolt
Arcane Summoning
Arcane WaterBolt
Arcane WindBolt
Immovable Mountain
CHIMERA FORGE[/table]
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