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IC God Games - B2 - Chapter 69: A Typical Day Off

IC God Games - B2 - Chapter 69: A Typical Day Off

“This is a genuine map,” The [Cartographer] says. “No others are available in the open market yet- so you may have the only copy.”

Salence releases a sigh of relief. When making contracts in regards to maps, there is always a risk of getting swindled even with the benefit of skills.

“Good. Please place your signature of authenticity on it and prepare it for sale.”

“Yes sir. Is there a name you would like me to put on the map?”

Salence raises up a book- Chorus, the Kingdom under the Aurora. A book detailing a kingdom called Chorus that specialized in Aurora-based magic.

“Name it Chorus.”

“It will be done.”

“Before you go. Tell one of the [Secretaries] that the booth I used will need to be heavily restocked.”

“Of course.”

With the [Cartographer] leaving his office with the map in hand, Salence starts preparation for Auctioning the chests. It will take several days to complete, but even at the agreed 4% commission, the guild should still make a decent profit.

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Returning to the Timbergrove with a shit-eating grin and Nepenthes in tow, the Scot enters the mess hall, grabs a bottle of alcohol, then sits down opposite Myers and Adriana. He extends the bottle to Nepenthes who wordlessly slices the lid open. Then he chugs the contents. All of this happens without a single word.

“I’m guessing your dealings with the Merchant Guild went well,” Myers says after Cillian finishes his chug.

“Yes.” He glances curiously at Adriana if he should

“She is a close friend. Feel free to speak freely.”

He nods. “Those idiots accepted a four percent commission in exchange for the map.”

“That map will quickly lose its price once more than one is released on the market.”

“Doesn’t matter. Contract is signed. Though, I do wish I could sell the throne.”

“Memphis isn’t large enough for something like that,” Myers reminds.

“Yea, yea. Legendary items get people killed and start wars. I know.”

“You have a Legendary item?” Adriana asks in surprise.

Myers nods. “Not me, the [Captain]. We found it on the island I was talking to you about earlier.”

“What does it do?” She asks.

“We’re not sure.” Myers leans back. “Sitting on it seems to do nothing and Emma lacks the knowledge and skill to figure it out. For now, Quasi is using it as a bed rest.”

Adriana chuckles. “A Legendary throne is being used by a kitten to sleep.”

“Where is our fearless kitten, anyway?” Cillian asks. “It has been a day already.”

The old man grimaces. “Killing, probably.”

“What prey does the Matriarch hunt?” Nepenthes asks. The Phytonid, formerly content to stand silently behind Cillian, speaks up as her interest is peaked.

“He’s hunting a [Bounty Hunter].”

“Is that prey strong? How long will the hunt take?”

Before Myers can answer, the doors to the ship squeak open. All eyes turn as Emma, Irmgard, a woman covered in black, and Boriss walk down the stairs. Other than the women in black, the three look like they’d been in quite a fight. Especially so for Boriss. The large Russian man looks like he’d taken a hell of a beating and given one on account of the massive grin on his face.

Cillian chuckles. “Looks like you all had a decent bit of fun.”

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Fourtolds is your typical cheap tavern located directly near the port. It has your typical cheap food combined with cheap alcohol that caters to a largesse of the most hardy individuals.

“Like Prison,” Boriss whispers when he enters the establishment by kicking the metal doors open. Some glance at the Russian, but immediately give the large man no mind. Boriss doesn’t have the look of someone who unknowingly walked into a den of degenerates, especially not so considering the kick.

After several more glances at those present, he makes his way towards the back and sits on a stool.

The [Barkeep] glances at Boriss before striding to the big man.. “If you keep grinning like that, people are going to want to pick a fight.” He looks Boriss up and down. “Not that they have much of a chance to win- but drunken idiots aren't the smartest when it comes to making decisions.”

“Is good. Like home.”

“Odd accent you have there, and your home sounds like shit. Anyway, what poison can I get you?”

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“Strong poison,” He taps his chest, “for big Russian man.”

“You’re Russian? Never heard of the island- but I’ve got something to put down cocky fucks like you.” The [Bartender] grins. He turns and begins preparing a concoction. While he does, two men enter the pub. Armed and armored men with shark tattoos on their arms. Those who notice them, immediately look away.

The two men walk to the bar and lean on the counter directly next to Boriss.

“Oy, old man. Stop dicking with that mug and come over here. We’ve got a question.”

The [Bartender] sighs, but does continue dicking around until the concoction is ready. He places the mug in front of Boriss and then glares at the two men. “The fuck you two want?”

The men chuckle. “Tyrus, are you still sore about that last little fight?”

“Little!” Tyrus growls. “You sicked that damn gardener of a woman in the bar and wrecked all my shit.”

“It was for a job.”

“Fuck your job and get the fuck out of my tavern.”

The man sighs. He leans on the counter. “Tyrus, we’d love to, but we need information first. If we don’t get it, our gardener of a woman will need to come here herself. I think it’s better for both of us if you tell us what we want to hear.”

Tyrus glares at them, even grinds his teeth. “Fine. Ask and then get the fuck out.”

The two chuckle confidently. “Have you heard or seen anything about an old graying man with a young child?”

Boriss perks up and glances at the two men. A movement the [Bounty hunters] quickly notice. “You look like you know something.” One of them says.

Boriss nods. “You are friends, yes?”

Tyrus snorts. “No, they’re [Bounty Hunters] who are probably hunting them.”

“Shut it, old man.” One of the [Bounty Hunters] growls. He returns his focus to Boriss. “If you’ve got information on them, we’ve got coin to offer.”

Boriss shakes his head. “I know nothing. Is bad memory.”

“Look, you’re clearly lying. You mentioned the word friend, so I’m going to guess you’re protecting them, but that's a really bad idea. See, our [Leader] is after them and she is not kind to anyone who gets in the way of her bounty.”

“She’s even willing to kill her fellow [Bounty Hunters] for failure.” The other man adds.

“That's just a rumor,” the first [Bounty Hunter] adds.

“People who pissed her off the most are dead. I even heard a bunch of us got poisoned from the stew and that she didn’t.”

“It was just a bad stock and she didn’t get poisoned because her cat puked a hairball in it.”

“Cat? Fluffy cat, yes?”

“What? Yea, very fluffy- look, don’t try to change the conversation. We need to know what you want.”

Boriss sighs. He glances at Tyrus. “I am sorry.”

Tyrus eyes widen in recognition. “Don-”

He doesn't finish as Boriss punches the man in the face with such force that he crashes into a table filled with the most rugged men you can find. The table shatters while food and drink spill everywhere.

One of the men grabs a bottle and throws it at Boriss. The Russian ducks and the bottle strikes another in the head, pissing off another group.

The second [Bounty Hunter] goes for Boriss’s jugular, but the Russian parries, picks up the man, and then yeets him at another table.

Screaming, cursing, yelling ensues as the bar-fight begins.

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“Are you sure it’s alright to have bought this? It was very expensive.” Emma raises a Stylus of a much better quality than the one she owns. It is larger, but also better for runeing large equipment.”

“Will it help you rune the ship?” Irmgard asks.

“Um, yes. It will be much faster.”

“Then it is a good investment. The sooner you rune the ship, the sooner our capability will improve. If there is anything else you require to improve your job, then ask and I will attempt to commandeer funds.”

“No-no, this is fine. Already too much.”

Irmgard shakes her head. “You must become more assertive. Speak your mind and do not hold back your ideas no matter how foolish you think they are.”

Emma pouts. “Easy for you to say. You don’t make mistakes.”

“I’ve made numerous mistakes throughout my life. But it is through those mistakes that I have gained the wisdom to not repeat them. Whether that be in combat, in family, in school… and even love.”

“You were in love?” Emma perks up with a smile.

“Yes. During my studies at Harvard university, I fell in love with the smartest man there. The only other person with a perfect grade point average as mine. He was intelligent, driven, and had a strong pedigree.”

“What happened?”

“He lost his perfect score and I dumped him. Clearly, I was mistaken about how truly driven he was. It is a mistake I will not repeat again.”

“You left him because his score wasn’t perfect?”

“No. The loss of a perfect score is a result of his time cheating on me. That is why I chained and dumped him in a river. Now, I see an acquaintance. Come.”

Emma gapes at the story, but doesn’t get to ask further as they meet a woman dressed in black. The woman is covered head to toe and wears a raven mask that fully covers her head.

“Auranta,” Irgmard greets. “It is a pleasure to see you again.”

The masked woman looks to Irmgard. “As is you, Irmgard. Have you spoken to your [Captain] about me coming aboard?”

“Not yet, though he may have returned to the ship by now. I am heading back, so you may join me if you wish.”

“I can, but I must stop quickly at a tavern near the port.”

“If it is near the Fabricate, then we can join you,” Irmgard adds.

“It is. I welcome the distraction.”

While the three walk together, Emma can’t help but find Irmgard and Auranta extraordinarily similar. They converse logically and with little fluff. Every question is answered directly and discretely with a word choice lacking in much emotion. They both kinda remind the gemma about her fathers general directness.

When they arrive at the tavern, they are met with a stool shattering out a window.

Curious, the three glance inside to find a violent brawl going about. A massive fistfight with several unconscious bodies strewn on the floor.

It is then that they find a large man held down by four burly men while a fifth is beating on him.

“Scheiße,” Irmgard curses. “Emma, cover me. We need to help him.”

Irmgard rushes inside. Just as Emma enters, she watches as Imrgard jumps in the air and kicks the guy beating on Boriss in the face. Then she knee’s one of the men keeping the Russian pinned.

With a hand now free, Boriss fights back by yeeting one of his handlers across the room.

Rushing in to be of some assistance, Emma trips over a body and headbutts a man in the face. He goes down, but his buddies take offense. They swing, she blocks, and now the brawl continues on in force.

During this entire time, Auranta finds a nearby stool and takes a seat to watch the carnage as it continues.