Harkon walked into the garden of Rainheart manor, it was actually quite beautiful with hundreds of different flowers half of which he was pretty sure were poisonous, Terissa had told him once that one of the main sources of her ingredients were noble gardens. Pado nudged his hand, and Harkon looked down, he pet his head and Harkon felt an idea conveyed through the bond. 'Food.' Harkon seeing nothing wrong with letting his bear eat, gestured to the buffet where at least three large roasted salmon were sitting on platters, already cut into pieces. Pado padded over to one of them and started eating much to many a nobles disgust.

Harkon walked up to one of the servants who looked to be trying to figure out how to stop a bear from eating the entire buffet when he felt a large hand fall on his shoulder. "Get me barrel of mead."

The servant slowly looked up at him his face registering atleast a little fear. "I- I'm sorry, we only have wine, scotch, and brandy here."

Harkon repeated what he said. "Get me barrel of mead."

The servant blanched. "I- I don't know where I would get something for commoners like that, we only get get high class food and drink here, where would I go?"

"where mead is." Harkon said, before letting go of his shoulder and walking to join Pado in the feast.

The other Barons were staying away from that feasting table like it was filled with plague rats, which, fair on them. but they wouldn't want to see Pado when he hasn't eaten all day which he hasn't he was devouring anything with protein and the vineyard grapes that were all but devoured by big white bear. Harkon walked over to a large spit roasted pig with an apple in it's mouth, he grabbed it's leg and pulled first a pop of it's leg bone dislocating and a tearing sound as it's muscle tore and he completely ripped it off. He opened his mouth wide and ripped off a large strip of skin and meat with his teeth, he was actually quite enjoying himself, it was quite amusing to see them whisper about his lack of decorum and throw him dirty looks, he even lipread a man whisper the word 'Savage' to a noble woman who looked like she was going to be sick. His smile was big but hidden under the massive beard, revealed only in glimpses as he opened his mouth as he took bites of the pig, and just to piss the nobility off even more he talked with his mouth full. "I could take down boar hundred times bigger than this, but is good, cook did good job." He said, and sat down on the ground where the polar bear had dragged the pigs body onto the ground and was chewing on it's head, half of it's skull showing, Lady Rainheart smacked her husband up the side of his head knocking off his glasses and pointed at Harkon and said, "Do something about this savage."

Baron Rainheart brushed his hair back on the back of his hair, and knelt down picking up his glasses and dusting them off. "Sarah, you need to calm down, he's fucking with us, quite ingeniously I might add, if you can't see that..." He handed his glasses to his wife, and walked over to Harkon with a smile. "A fellow connoisseur of the sacred art of Trolling, you have no idea how hard it is to do it to these people, they just don't get it." He said, and gestured for Harkon to follow him.

Harkon did, patting Pado on the back a sign for him to follow but he growled continuing to eat so Harkon just left him there, much to the chagrin of the nobility, He followed Baron Rainheart to the Baron's private office where he turned and sighed. "Well, those terms I used might have tipped you off since you have spent quite a bit of time with Joseph, My name here is Tiberius Rainheart, my name in my world was Chris Parcens, and I reincarnated to this world with my older brother, though unlike him I wasn't strong, but I was smart, I had an IQ of at most 150, which as you don't understand what that means, meant that I was in the .2 percent of the population that in my country, IQ is a complex test that some countries do to test a man's intellect, I'm not saying I was the smartest man in the world, but I am saying that I was quite above the average which was between 85 and 115. Anyways..." He looked at Harkon and realized he had gone on a long rant... again.

Harkon nodded for him to continue. "Continue."

Chris smiled, before taking a second pair of glasses from his desk drawr and putting them on. "Well, I used to use the internet alot, which think of a message spell that alot of people could use at once that comes from a stone tablet that could show pictures and you'd have a general idea of what it was like. but on this internet was a an idea, an idea that came in the form of people, who took up the title of troll, they'd basically use a man's beliefs in a way to enrage him so badly that he'd leave or would do it better, a troll can use a person's beliefs to enrage someone sure, but to use it to then make yourself immune to their action, that's a level I've only seen in myself and my brother."

Harkon thought about what Chris had just said, and realized he was completely right, the nobility literally could not do anything to his brazen show of dickishness because of their sense of propriety, though he knew he should not push it any further than that. He couldn't just kill a man or slap a person through a wall because then it'd be taking it way too far, and no amount of propriety would let him get away with that. Unless he trolled them into attacking first, but then he'd just be an asshole. "Why is called trolling?"

Chris laughed. "Because people who did it were usually ugly like trolls."

Harkon frowned. "Sound's dumb."

Chris raised an eyebrow. "Dumb?"

Harkon shrugged. "Making title just based on man's looks."

Chris shrugged. "Internet's gonna internet."

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Harkon shook his head. "is there something you wanted to talk about?" He didn't usually engage with pleasantries but he actually enjoyed what the young noble had to say, it was actually interesting.

Chris smiled. "Well, you've met my brother, the 'Hero' who's gonna save the world, but I've come up with at least one way to save this place and the people here, but there's a problem, the emperor won't approve it. I fear like many in my own worlds history, he intends to reach for that he does not possess, and it will not end well, over a hundred and ninety countries in our history, and all fell because they grasped for that which was out of reach, even my home country America which hadn't fallen in history was in the middle of a truly massive civil war between a rebellion and a regime, all because the united stats had become so big that it couldn't sustain itself leading to a resource war. This is why I needed to talk to you, Don't."

Harkon frowned. "Don't what?" He asked, actually listening to a noble for more than two minutes which was an impressive feat of itself.

To his question, Chris took out a small stone in his ear and showed it to him. there was a small rune on the rock he took a second stone from his pocket, put it onto his desk and offered the rock to Harkon, he took it and put it in his ear after wiping it off. When Harkon did this He took the stone and pressed the rune and it almost turned what looked like clay and he stuck it to the bottom of the desk. once it dried again and turned back to stone he spoke. "Do you hear me just fine??" Harkon heard two of the exact same voice, which made his expression turn from mild confusion to astonishment. one came from the rock in his ear the other from the seventeen year old boy in front of him. "I planted this in the meeting room, it's a bit of magitech I've been working on, the emperor wanted me to make him the internet, unfortunately for him I don't trust him enough to make it even for myself, it'd be too dangerous for that man to have instant communication on a massive scale like the internet. And if I just made it for myself I'd basically be inviting him and every crazy mage on the continent to come kill me, not to mention it's useless without others to use it."

Harkon heard all of that twice, and dug the rock out of his ear, which also caused the rock to fall off of the bottom of the desk in it's regular pebble form. The thing was, the man wasn't wrong, despite his apparent age he was clearly a person of some kind of intellect. "Why shouldn't I take Julio and Velkoros's deal? It offer's much wealth and power, I have little need of either of those things, but I am interested to see what you would have to offer." Harkos said, and as he spoke his speach impediment faded ever so slightly, he never spent time with people, so speaking wasn't normally a requirement, and even then he preferred to keep quiet, so his prolonged conversation made it lilt slightly but it'd probably be back in full swing first thing tomorrow.

Chris leaned back on his desk. "I can offer you a fight that you've been craving, that's what my brother told me when he was in the capital, that you left because you couldn't get a proper challenge right?"

Harkon grunted nodding. "Yes, that's why I left, but I am retired, I just want to be left in peace."

"Then do that, but do NOT supply mithril to the armies of the empire, that would only end in disaster for the empire." Chris said, his eyes rather sad.

Harkon walked over to a large leather chair and sat down. "I agree, but I cannot simply scam two Barons out of potentially hundreds of thousands of gold coins."

Chris smiled. "You, won't have to. you will but you won't. you more than likely will find mithril there, but you will make it look like you're not. you can stockpile it, sell it to me, throw it in the ocean, use it to arm a goblin army, I truly don't care cares, all that matters is the empire gets none of it. all the military will get, are magic infused ores and crystals, sure the investors won't be happy, but they can't kill luck no matter how much they stack the odds, oh they can fight it tooth and nail, but in the end luck get's the last laugh, so far as they'll see they rolled a bad hand and will find a different poker table."

Harkon leaned in the large chair, and to his utter delight it didn't break, not even a damn creak. "Fine, I will do it, but on one condition."

Chris smiled. "What is your condition."

"I keep this chair." Harkon said, his face completely serious.

Chris barked a laugh. "I'll give you a thousand chairs so long as we seal this deal."

Harkon shook his head. "No, this one will do fine."

Chris nodded, walking over to a safe, and taking out a simple metal ingot with a rune on it. "this will let us communicate long distance as it's paired with my signet ring, we can call each other, just keep your finger on the bar so it can connect to your mana network, otherwise it won't work."

Harkon put the brick of metal into his pocket. "Does your brother know what you're doing?"

Chris shook his head and sighed. "He's strong, loyal, and eager to please, all good traits but aimed at the wrong man, if I were to talk to him about this there's a small chance I could be waking up to a royal wet worker shoving a knife down my throat. I don't think my brother would sell me out, at least not on purpose, but the emperor seems to have a sixth sense to know if my brother is lying or hiding something from him. We were both summoned as heroes, but it's clear he favored the one who was easily manipulated, Charisma's a hell of a stat."

Harkon sat back in his chair and nodded. "I should be going, I would not want Pado to eat your whole Barony."

Chris nodded. "I'll be in touch." He said, emphasizing the last work by tapping the rune on his signet ring.