Elizabeth Williams
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Even as he trembled, experiencing the worst pain of his life, Takis was still praying for a god that he didn't even know his name for the fortune they had been granted. Takis was not a man of great prospects. He had already been twenty, but, as an unfortunate Scholar born in a border village, there were limits to what he could achieve. It was a relatively rare class, and from what he had learned, if he was fortunate enough to be born near a city, he would have made a decent living. Unfortunately, he was…
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As I walked forward and gave a momentary pose, my magical sword glowing even brighter, the camp suddenly froze. The appearance of a figure on their most likely escape path was enough to add to their growing panic, but I had designed my armor very carefully to look like a savior that stepped out of a storybook. Of course, I had no doubt that, if I tried to appear like that among them any other time, ridicule would be the least of my worries, but now, the blue glow of ordinary mana, coming from a flamboyant…
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I didn't return to Town Yoentia immediately. There were a few reasons for that. The simplest reason was the risk of being tracked directly... Even after destroying the three runes, I couldn't be sure that they didn't have any method of tracking it. I was reasonably sure, but there was a difference between reasonably and completely. The second, and the more important, reason, I had to dispose most of the advanced skills. As much as distributing them to the hunting lodge was useful, it was impossible to…
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The door was knocked out barely half an hour after I was left alone. "Come in," I said, and Barzist entered, carrying a large case made from pure silver, and engraved with gold runes. A more luxurious variant of the crates was used to transfer mana stones. "I'm here, sir," he said. "The exchange had already been completed." "Very good," I said as I gestured for him to put it on the table. He did, and opened it for my perusal. A glance was enough to confirm that there was a hundred skill stones. "Not bad,…
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When I arrived in Town Maell, it was well past midnight, though my delay was understandable. I had to make a stop back in my town, where I had paid another little visit to Zolast. I left the meat with him, which he accepted with no shock, the earlier explanation about my roots working well to reduce the surprising nature of it. The rest, I shredded in the river, leaving no evidence about the origin of the ability. Unfortunately, there was precious little that he could say about the Ability, other than…
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I waited until nightfall for my next outing, and this time, I had left only after going to my bedroom, using a secret tunnel to slip away rather than using the excuse of visiting the hunting outpost. There were two reasons for my sudden change of pattern. First, Concealment gave me confidence that, even with the observers, I could come in and get out of the outer town without the risk of getting spotted. But, more importantly, I planned for a longer trip this time, which was not just for shopping. No, I…
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My immediate destination after the meeting with Zolast was my own office, enthusiastic to apply my newest trick, glad that opening up to Zolast already paying dividends. It was why I was sitting at my desk, casually flipping the skill stones while I kept two of the stones covered with my mana at the same time. It was not the way Zolast had taught me, but he didn't know the full extent of my Perception, which allowed me to analyze both of them at the same time, just after half an hour of practice. I had a…
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The meeting with Zolast took another full hour to finish, going through exactly what I needed from Zolast for our meeting with the mister Junior Inquisitor, with several repeats to make sure he could act just as I needed. I had no idea just how strong the Junior Inquisitor Bertnam was, but I had a feeling that, discounting a transformed Toross, he would be the most dangerous opponent I was going to meet, and some extra preparation was not unwelcome. Only after I made sure Zolast could act as I wanted, we…
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Zolast stayed silent for a moment as he leaned back, taking another sip of tea, but his tenseness was impossible to hide. I didn't push him, giving him time to feel comfortable. I didn't make a deeply personal moment by pushing him even more. "I think starting from the beginning is the best," he admitted. "Once, I had been a priest of Nereus, one of the strongest and most hard-working ones, strong enough to receive the right of class promotion and assigned as the holy guide," he said. "Have you heard of…
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With both of us busy with our tasks, it had been a week since I had last visited Zolast. "You look like shit," I said the moment I entered as I noticed just how exhausted he looked. His face was sullen, with large bags under his eyes. I was ready to write it off as a sign of his exhaustion due to all the work that went to build the dungeon, but I noticed an important detail that changed it the moment I stepped inside. Zolast tensed at my presence. How interesting. I didn't react to that, but my mind…
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