“SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!” Crixus shouted, venting his frustration with the last blow that destroyed the 4th copy of the Golden Soldier, who was renamed Scum. The copy I made for Ingath, she initially nicknamed Potty, but when he told her it was now the happy repository of her new master's golden liquid, she changed the name to Scrap.
The mission failed miserably. And it was my fault, my arrogance, my overconfidence. In the end, the Forge of Creation was not inside the vault, it had already been taken thousands of years ago by another King, its whereabouts lost in the sands of time. The vault contained only worldly treasures, which I gave to Bhenkumbyrznaax.
She was very happy about that.
Hethress was lying asleep in a bed, in a forest here in Paradise. She suffered the same problem as that character from the movie 50 First Dates. I had to, for a few hours, through the link, share everything we talked about together.
Some things were confirmed with this expedition. First, my copy power, I really copied everything, even souls. Magics to resurrect and reincarnate or be reborn, transfer, bring or collect the soul to a new body. A magic like a Clone, does something similar, a person can have clones at the same time, but only one of the copies will have a soul, the others will not and this is one of the probable causes of several clones going crazy and having mortal hatred for each other. This does not happen with my Copy power.
Second, all these magics have to have the soul's permission, if it refuses it can be a magic of the power level that stops, that will fail. In the case of my power, this option does not exist, the soul comes whether it wants to or not. Of course I would never do this to someone nice, well, you understand me. Even if it was to bring back someone who died unfairly, because that person would be irrevocably linked and suddenly to me. I see this happening with Queen Calxochitli, as I put her in the “reflection corner”, giving her only cold treatment, the mental suffering she suffers is like someone being tortured by a KGB specialist. She deserves it for everything she did and I don't feel bad about it, maybe in a few centuries, if she changes, I'll take her out of the “reflection corner”.
The third was the implementation of a backup protocol. While destroying Escoria, I had the idea of, after destroying it for the second time, consuming it again and when I copied it for the third time it had memory of its previous destruction, but did not know that it had already been destroyed twice, once in the fortress and once in Paradise. So now I received daily, for “breakfast”, daily doses of drops of blood from all the members of my family, except Xena. As it happened, during a journey back I talked to the 3 people with the greatest magical knowledge in my family, Agatan, Akaos and Meikosil, after a battle of ideas Meikosil came up with the idea of creating an item that would transfer blood directly to me, regardless of where I and the donor were, as long as we were on the same plane. Akaos was to make the necessary modifications to the magic and Agatan came up with the idea of a collar as a magic item,
Yes, a collar.
While I would use a ring to receive everyone's blood.
Yes, The One Ring, to control everyone.
MMMMUUUUUAHHAHAHAHA!
What did you expect from a priestess of a BSDM Goddess, full pimp, extra-spicy? And as soon as this idea passed through the shared mental link, everyone went crazy, wanting one. And the rabbit hole was bottomless.
Soon they were deciding on the material of the necklace, which was decided to be made from the scales of Bhenkumbyrznaax. The necklace would have a symbol, also Agatan's idea who spoke about the power of symbols and was adequately supplied by everyone. The symbol was a circle with 6 wings coming out of the outer part of the circle, half of them larger than the others and with small dots on the ends. It was my real stylized appearance. The wives would have the symbol made of gold, the family would be in silver and the people in the “reflection corner” would be in bronze. Soon my troops were already asking for a system of patents, with different precious stones and other things, at that time I put it aside and left it in the hands of Akaos and Grishinak.
To stop thinking about my mistake I thought again about the encounter we had at the ball at the house of the widowed baroness, Loeiza Le Cam.
My ticket was bought for an absurd sum of money, which fortunately, money, is not a problem in this life. In the afternoon my wives and the lawyer met with a matchmaker who, through a network of contacts that I found absurd, in the end placed us at this ball with 3 suitors already selected. Because of the Royal wedding, the city was crowded and many balls like this were happening throughout the capital, nobles from various parts of the empire came, but as only the cream of the nobility was invited, the other nobles held their own parties, the part in
homage to the royal house. The city was filled with romance and the marriage market was booming. Despite this, only 3 were found who fit the desired profile, low nobility, bankrupt and without firstborn males to inherit the title. They were: Torbera Trollbleeder, dwarf daughter of a Baron. Torgga Steelfist, dwarf daughter of a Baron. Falkrunn Caebrek, dwarf daughter of a knight. It seems that it was a very common story among the dwarves of the empire, fathers gained renown and titles and their sons, mainly, spent it all on drinks and women. This had already become a cliché, but it was almost like 2+2=4 among dwarves. But even so, only 3 were found who fit my specifications. It was the first time that I would go to a social event in this country, with many humans and the classic races of fantasy stories, elves, dwarves, gnomes, etc. After the whirlwind of preparations for the ball, dresses, makeup, etc. We rented carriages. Akaos advised me against using teleportation magic too often, because it can be tracked. Even though mine has a characteristic that makes it very resistant to the school of divination, it's better not to risk it.
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I told the Lawyer to take care of another thing: buying carriages, horses, etc.
Before we left, I asked the Lawyer to gather information about the heroes, until next week.
When we arrived at the ball, which was on a property 40 minutes by carriage from the capital. We attracted everyone's attention; we were the only dark elves. Here they call us black knives, and the common elves knives, because of our ears. And yes, it is a pejorative term.
Elves have a reputation for being treacherous and two-faced, which is why they are nicknamed knives, which refers to both their ears and the fact that it is almost certain that when dealing with an elf, the person will get a knife in the back, which can be both metaphorical and real.
As soon as we entered, I felt someone using magic on me.
It was a tall woman, of ordinary appearance, if it weren't for the gray hair at her temples and a witch's nose.
She tried to hide it, but I saw her eyes bulge, the eyes of prey and the sweet smell of fear, when adrenaline rushes and the prey switches to flight mode.
I entered her mind easily, her mental defenses were weak. And I sent a message full of implicit threats.
"Elysande Sausage, daughter of Privel Sausage, sister of Bredig Sausage, mage of the tower of divination. I know who you are and who are those you love."
If she was terrified, now she was in full panic mode. I was surprised she didn't run away immediately.
We passed by her and in the meantime I told Akaos to send the lawyer to start an investigation into Elysande Sausage. From what I could tell, she was a good person, her family was quite normal, so my implicit threat was a bluff. But it was good to be informed when the "cat got out of the bag". It was inevitable that this would happen at some point.
Soon my wives showed me the suitors.
Torbera Trollbleeder, dwarf, daughter of a baron.
She is wearing dark red clothing, keeping many of her physical features obscured. She has a moderate pudge and is not very fit. She keeps her long gold white hair kept up in a rat tail. Her eyes are similarly brown. She is a woman who does what she needs to. She will acquiesce to black mail and extortion to avoid trouble. She was born blind and as such lacked many opportunities to get married. She dreamed of being psionic-users and wanted to develop the talent, but never had the affinity for it. She desires power and/or immortality has a soft, murmuring voice.
Torgga Steelfist, dwarf, daughter of a baron. With 1.25m and lanky with angular features, she is an attractive figure. She wears a custom-built dress that's adorned with gray lining and desert motifs. Her hair is graying and her face has many wrinkles. Her face is feral with sharp distinguishing features. Her spectacle hidden eyes are a deep gray. She is a jovial happy person, but she is convinced people are living their lives too quickly and is selfish and calculating. Her brief stint in the army gave her the idea she was invincible and that she is the toughest woman alive and had a hobby of facilitating the escape of prisoners to make bets among her friends about who would be able to catch them, dead or alive. His voice is hoarse and deep.
Falkrunn Caebrek, dwarf daughter of a knight. This petite short woman. She wears lavender dress. Her chestnut hair is braided into rings. Her blue unseeing eyes and is depressed and alcoholic.
Without thinking twice I told the wives that the chosen one was Torgga. She fit like a glove, petite, slim and killer.
But no matter how much I tried to escape, my mind kept bringing me back to the present, to my failure. Not only because of the loss of Hethress but also because of my plan to create several floating islands over the capitals of each kingdom in this world, from which monsters would gush out, causing panic and diverting attention from me. All of this depended on the possession of the Forge of Creation, with it I could create a respawn system like in RPG games, the famous dungeons. I would place Forges on each of these islands that would constantly create monsters. But apparently it was not meant to be. At least not for now.
My wife wanted to comfort me and between self-flagellation and running away to their arms and losing myself in pleasures for a few hours... better yet, a few days.
Yeah... I tried to think of a con, there were several, but I quickly swept them all under the proverbial rug. As a great wise man from my old life once said, "It's my fault and I'll blame whoever I want!" And the chosen one was Agatan, damn, hot and who in 1 day already discovered all my weak points.