Jasper rubbed the bridge of his nose. His glasses were sitting on his head, pushed up from his exasperation. "Fine... Fine... I won't force any rules on you," he said, looking to the source of his frustration.

The burly smith nodded and smirked. "Good!" He said before going back to his work. Jasper couldn't help but try to convince the smith.

"All I am saying is that I think you haven't really gotten to the same level as the dwarves since you are not even smithing you are weaving. I will admit that it is impressive that you have managed to get mithril that thin, but is making normal clothes really that efficient? It seems very hard to bend," Jasper tried to reason with the smith as the man sat at a loom weaving the thin metal.

The smith scoffed and looked at Jasper. "I told you. This is the pinnacle of smithing. Creating clothes from mithril is what my father did and what his father did. We have been working on creating the perfect mithril clothes for about a hundred years," he said in a gruff voice.

Jasper's face fell. He was pretty sure he knew why the humans were trying to achieve something that was effectively impossible. Just like Celeste had made clothes from Mithril, she had made her cloak from grass. Her divine ability let her use whatever material she had at hand, no matter how suitable they were.

"Okay, I can see why you might want to create something like that... but are you sure that it is an achievable goal? Or even if it is possible, do you have any idea how good it is?" Jasper asked, hoping that he could help convince the smith that trying to copy a god might not be the best plan.

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The pop-up was like a slap to the face. Jasper knew he had failed to convince the smith of anything before the man opened his mouth.

"My grandfather saw a dress like that with his own eyes. He saw a travelling noble fight against the Emperor himself wearing a dress made from mithril. He said that the noble was able to mitigate damage from the Emperor's attacks, and it is the belief of the smiths around Salezstadt that this was due to the mithril absorbing vibrations since not even the floor got a scratch." The smith said with the conviction of a true believer.

Jasper made his way out of the smithy, contemplating if he should just use Mentalism to convince the smith that he was wrong, but it would explain why the smiths seemed to have stagnated. That might be a good thing, as it would allow the dwarves to get the reputation for being excellent smiths.

Jasper went down his list of guilds with which he had been in contact. The list was a quite literal list, since he had started to lose track halfway through.

Warrior guild Not talked to Mage guild Not talked to Thieves guild Raffael Moordet have created this Crafting guild Convinced them to band together under the name "The Celestial Loom". Hunters guild Already exist, ensured they continue to exist. Smiths guild Talk to the dwarves Alchemy guild Created "The Coven" Cooking guild Created a Michelin like star system for restaurants. Mining guild Talk to the dwarves Hero guild Not created

Jasper was satisfied with his work. Besides the Smiths guild everything had gone as expected so far. The Crafting guild had been a pain, but convincing them to band together and start placing hidden symbols in their craft had been surprisingly easy. Overseeing the rules being written for "The Celestial Loom" had been tiring even for the god of endurance. They had spent six hours debating the name of the guild since crafting was almost everything from jewellery to weaving to leatherworking. Some had even argued that smiths should join them, which Jasper had just understood when he had talked to the smiths and seen that all of them were weaving clothes from mithril.

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The Hunters guild had been easy. They were a guild of nature-loving people, not just hunters but lumberjacks and druids as well. They didn't have a guild name, but Jasper had ensured that their guild rules were magically binding using some of his Energy. It wasn't anything fancy, something that he could probably have achieved with regular magic, but he had been so happy that they didn't wanna debate for hours on end that he had just thrown Energy after them.

The Smiths guild and Minning guild weren't something humans had. They had made the dwarves mine the mithril underneath the city, and the smiths in the empire were more interested in creating mithril clothes to the point where armour was modelled on clothes rather than what gave the best defence.

The Alchemy guild had been rather fun, as the closest thing to alchemy in the empire was either medicine or brewing, and the two had a significant overlap. To help them out, Jasper created a tome of knowledge for them, nothing magical, simply writing down some of his knowledge. It had been a quick and dirty job, but he had suggested that they added to it themselves. The Coven had been created from that interaction, which was interesting.

Then there was the Cooking Guild. The cooks had no preexisting infrastructure, so instead, Jasper had approached five of the best restaurants and cooks in the city and asked them to judge the others. They had been fairly easy to convince, and while not explicitly a guild, Jasper knew that it was only a matter of time before the judges' grading would be something to aspire to.

That left Jasper with three guilds that he hadn't looked into. The Warrior guild, the Mage guild, and the Hero guild. He knew that the Warrior guild should probably be created by talking to some veteran warrior, but he didn't know where to look. Pausing for a second, Jasper slapped himself on the forehead, almost cracking his glasses still resting there. He was the god of knowledge. Jasper knew everything. He just had to think.

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Allan Wells was known as The Crimson Blade, though he hadn't used that name for years. He had settled down in the capital of the empire, hoping to become a guard captain or something easy like that, but he had found himself in a slight disagreement with the rules that he couldn't put his men in danger. Allan couldn't see the point in training his men if he couldn't put them in realistic situations.

The mature man was sitting in his apartment taking care of his armour when he heard a knock at the door. Allan was surprised as he hadn't expected anyone, but he still got up, though not before giving himself a once-over. His salt and pepper hair and beard were wild, and he ran a hand through both to get himself looking presentable. The patch over the eye he had lost in one of his many battles was a little off, and he adjusted that as well before he opened the door.

On the other side of the door stood a man of his best age, smiling softly. Allan could tell from his outfit that he was a mage, probably a water Elementalist based on the blue color, though the outfit was in a weird style. Old, and out of date. The man wasn't from the college, that much was for sure, no high ranking noble would come themselves, or have servants dressed that badly.

"G'day, and who might ya be, eh? Come to hassle an old bloke, have ya?" Allan said with a smile, but to his surprise, the man winced as if he had been hit in the face. "Not a fan of me accent, eh? Is it that tough to suss out? Not too many folks from the Lost Isles 'round these parts, so I s'pose I can't blame ya." Allan said, which only seemed to cause the man more discomfort.

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Jasper was stunned. He couldn't believe that his nemesis had made another appearance: The accent generator. The warrior had a thick Australian, and while he wasn't difficult to understand, this was definitely not what he had expected.

"Sorry, no, I came to you with a proposal. I am trying to create a warriors guild and I need a guild master." Jasper said trying to ignore the accent for just a moment.

"Guild master, ya reckon? I could give that a crack. But a guild's gonna need more than just a boss to keep it goin'. What're ya thinkin'?" Allan said with a smirk before showing Jasper inside.

Stepping inside, the god decided to introduce himself, though he hesitated for a moment, not sure which of his many names he should go with. Finally, he decided to simply use his real name. After all, he was pretending to be mortal.

"I am Jasper, it is a pleasure to meet you. And if my sources are right then you are Allan Wells, or should I call you The Crimson Blade?" Jasper said with a smile.

"Just call me Allan, mate. But what sorta scheme are ya cookin' up for this warrior guild, eh?" Allan asked, walking over to the first set of real armour Jasper had seen that wasn't worn by a guard.

"The idea is honestly fairly simple. I can provide you with a list of people who are likely to be interested in joining the guild. It is not a sure thing... You might need a little luck to convince them, but they will be willing to hear you out. With them, you can create a guild." Jasper explained, having premade a list of people who were statistically likely to join Allan in a warriors guild, all thanks to the Luck Domain he had warped into a Statistics Domain.

The old warrior looked at Jasper for a moment and then nodded. "Alright, fair dinkum. It's not like I've got anything better to do. But what's in it for you, eh?"

Jasper cleared his throat, trying not to look suspicious. "Oh, well, that is actually pretty simple. I get to have someone defend the empire that isn't beholden to the Emperor." He said, and Allan gave him a grin before grabbing the list.

Leaving the home, Jasper couldn't help but smile, crossing the Warrior Guild from his to-do list.