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Ch. 17 - You will not pay for me

Ch. 17 - You will not pay for me

Ferrudion watched the mortal stare at the glowing plate of black stone.

He was bored.

『“If I ask him for that plate, will he give it to me willingly?”』he asked Lemme om Apox.

“I do not know. But those plates are worth less than ten gold. We can get one later,” she replied to him in whispered I!onian.

Noticing his companion's waning enthusiasm, Palou Dan audibly cleared his throat in an attempt to get the official's attention. After he had done so for the third time, Ferrudion asked,

“Is there something wrong with your body, Kalou Dan?”

“I could use some water.”

The loud conversation finally made the official look away from his slate.

“Water… Yes… My apologies. Karla, get the young lord some water.”

“Is there anything else we need to sign? Otherwise, we would like to be on our way. We still need to find a gandim,” Kalou Dan interjected.

“It will take another hour or two for me to draw up the permits. Karla, why do you not help our esteemed visitors find a gandim? That way, she can inform me of your location and later deliver your passes to you.”

Karla who had just opened the entryway to leave and get water, heard those words and returned inside.

“That is acceptable,” Kalou Dan agreed to Sir William Burk's proposal.

Then they finally left the building with the woman following behind them.

As soon as they were outside, Ferrudion asked,

“What is a gandim?”

“That is the Pakpak term for a place to rest and spend the night.”

“Like the ship's cabin?”

“Yes.”

Ferrudion shook his fist twice.

‘These mortals spend so much time resting when they are not even processing a single concept. How weak are they souls to require rest just to exist?’

He decided that he would explore the mystery of sleep eventually. He wanted to know how much the mortal need for sleep was really a requirement and how much of it was laziness.

They were about to return to the ship the same way they had come when they had Kalou Saha's voice behind them.

“There you are. Did you already finish getting our passes?”

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“No, Kalou Saha-gam, but we were permitted to leave and find a place to rest.”

Kalou Saha shook his fist twice. He and his secretary had been allowed off the ship to check up on his ward, but usually, travelers remained on board their ships until the relevant permits had been issued. This could take some time.

While his ward's status as a minor noble of the small Ironforest Kingdom would have assured a swift process, they likely would have still been required to spend one night on the ship. In fact, they would not have left it until then with the paperwork being taken care of then and there. It was thanks to Ferrudion's imaginary status that the youths had been invited to the office in the first place.

“Good.”

“How much money does such a place for rest usually require?” Ferrudion was interested what the round disks were actually worth.

Kalou Saha frowned and considered the issue. Ferrudion, as the son of a Marquess, could hardly stay in an inn for merchants. And as their savior and a powerful unknown, Kalou Saha felt beholden to pay for his expenses. Still, an appropriate establishment would strain his purse considerably.

“The best inn (gandim) in the city would be the Luminous Moon. A night's stay costs two gold for a standard room…”

“Good. Take us there,” Ferrudion decided. He could easily create gold coins.

While his father was the God of Iron, he was aiming to extend his power and become the God of Metal. For that purpose, he had spent a lot of time working on concepts of other metals, golds included.

While there already was a God of Material Metals, metals without spiritual aspects that is, Ferrudion was sure that his father would one day unify the vastly different concepts of the endless metals into one unified concept of metal.

Needless to say, although Ferrudion had been unable to fully process all the concepts his father had shared with him, his understanding of gold was sufficient to fabricate material gold.

‘It will take a little managy, but it is necessary to show I am powerful and respectable.’

“Perhaps we should split up and…” Kalou Saha tried to suggest that he and his ward stay in a less expensive inn, but was cut off.

“You will not leave. We are going to the academy,” Ferrudion frowned, “Or are you changing your plans?”

Ferrudion was unsure why, but he would not allow those mortals to leave.

‘They can be talked to. Finding new mortals would be tedious, that must be it.’

Since Ferrudion had subconsciously transmitted a sliver of his displeasure through their soul links, Kalou Saha, Kalou Dan, and Lemme om Apox collectively shuddered.

“We intend to go to the academy but…”

‘Intend not will, huh?’

“Then we will stay together,” he insisted.

Kalou Saha paled a little while Karla Sapuk tried her best to pretend she could not hear their argument.

“I would be happy to pay for your accommodations, but my ward and I…”

“You? Pay for me?”

Ferrudion felt irritated by these mortals assumptions.

‘Do they think I am so incompetent that I cannot make a little gold?’

Thinking back, all of the visions he had shown them during their initial meeting had illustrated destructive power.

‘Later, I should show them some of my creations.’

Since he was currently undercover and they were in the presence of another mortals, Ferrudion decided to wait for now.

Deciding to create a gold coin, he frowned when he realized he had nowhere to put it. Greater god fashion did not favor pockets and pouches.

Looking around, he saw Lemme om Apox. She was his guardian and her outfit contained more than enough pockets.

Concentrating for a moment, Ferrudion decided to use some inner managy since gathering enough outer managy in this barren environment to create more than a handful of coins would take too long.

Using a small part of his concept of holds tiny aspect of material gold, he began decompressing a drop of his managy and constructing it.

This took him about five minutes. The awkward silence gave him ample time. Really, if he had not wanted to make sure he got it right on his first try, it would have only taken him one.

Finally, he added one last strand of managy to the concept to activate it.

It blitzed in and out of existence, efficiently expanding all its managy in a single instance. Ferrudion smiled.

“You will not pay for me. I will pay for you.”