Allen wasted a long time on trivial things, the plan progressed over the past few days with him as the bottleneck, unable to share his editing abilities without hacking the murks, as Jovial would say, on the Kobold avatars or a long cocourse on the system mainframe touching some dangerous details and unable ro avoid teaching some very dangerous things like how to edit and delete objects he just had to suck it up and do more.

He couldn't handle more than fifteen at a time, even that was tiring him fast, with each taking around half an hour just for the technical part and some taking hours to convince about the more obscure parts of the deal to free the Kobold AIs and stay as simple supervisors they only broke a tiny fraction of the surface.

Jovial proved to be an asset in more ways than one, using his connections in the outside world he vetted out the worst criminals from the early stages so they didn't have to waste the ambassadors' time and Allen's with people they couldn't set free in the Kobold society later, he was also the only outsider who knew Allen wasn't an inanimate artefact the Kobolds found a new use to.

Every greater Kobold family sent a few ambassadors, it was a beautiful scene to behold as they were told about the upcoming cure, there were problems explaining why some players were more dangerous than others without telling them the difference between NPCs and the other Players, it appeared some of the harder criminals were all sent to the same families and given higher priority targets which lead to the current argument.

"This is blatant discrimination", the old matron screamed at BoneSmith, "why can't my son be cured?", Allen could tell from her clothes she was an orphan, "if trapper was alive", she paused, "she would never let such behaviour stand", the intricacies of Kobold society fascinated Allen, "she shared the first Allen with the conclave without expecting any returns" with a blunt finality.

BoneSmith seemed distressed, "The Player holding your son doesn't cooperate with us", he was also a mass murder who got a lighter sentence for giving up the location of his graveyards so they didn't even dare to ask, "we can't force them to release control", saying the same words over and over broke her heart, "we have to negotiate without telling them how or why it works"

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"Then negotiate", the distraught mother begged, "I filed the papers to become ambassador on the first day", she put her hands on the desk holding copies, "why wasn't I approved for it?"

Allen had to trust his team, as he thought of them, blundering now could break the Kobold society, though he fealt for the grieving mother, there was work to be done and he couldn't be the manager and the grunt at the same time, since he was the only one capable of altering the avatar profile and couldn't make informed decisions about who to add to the list grunt worker he had to be.

A whole new beurocracy rose from the need for secrecy, layers on layers of secretariate devisions pushing papers to slow down the process for a manageable trickle, with millions vying for their loved ones' return and an even greater population of captive Ferals than his worst nightmares Allen had to become faster, but he also had to do the work, and he was starting to get very tired from the emotional stress.

"Why won't her eyes light up?" Allen heard in one of his private sensors given to a guard from the original group named Vious, "are you sure the ceremony was complete?"

Allen checked the Feral profile and saw his adition was in place, "everything seems fine to me" he finally answerd, "it means the Player controlling her is currently offline", he added, "did you have to wake her up?" he finally asked and Vious nodded.

"Then you have to wait for them to log in before you can negotiate the terms", Allen said and had to concentrate on the next group brought in to the temple for a 'purification' ceremony where he added the glowing eyes feature to more Ferals and the ambassadors could start negotiations with the NPCs.

Allen split his time between 'purification' and adding the Beastial language to more ambassador candidates as it seemed impossible to learn in the normal ways, slowing the process even more, after just a few days of being 'awake' he really needed a break from everything in the Kobold empire.

"We need to talk Allen", he heard from ArmBasher's personal sensor and indicated he was listening, "these are people from the other Kobold large cities" the words filled Allen with dread as he enabled visual sensors in the room and saw over a hundred people, "they wish to become ambassadors for their people and start purification ceremonies for the Ferals held in their dungeons" Allen's mind went numb at these words and he couldn't hear the rest of it, bells and whistles blowing off everywhere at the thought of years of doing the same thing over and over with all the emotional stress and every one of the millions and more Ferals not yet cured added to his tally of pain and misery that he himself was creating by not doing enough, just to keep his secrets.