“What a queer young man,” Lykan said. “He wishes to meet Sonarot and speak with the Chief? In that order?” The Elder tapped his finger along the table.
He was surrounded by Argon and Tazwyn, both of whom had been speaking of what had occurred sihey had left the Iyr in order t back Jurot and assess Adam.
“What would you assess his threat?” Lykan asked, trying to do his due diligence as the Front Iyr Elder.
“Low, but there’s too many unknowns,” Argon replied.
“He certainly isn’t as powerful as any of us, but he’s too mysterious,” Tazwyn agreed.
“You haven’t gathered why he wishes to speak with Sonarot?” Lykan tio tap the table with his finger.
“No.”
“And he somehow khat Sonarot regnant…” Lykan whispered. It was impossible. Even Jurot didn’t know his mother regnant, and no one who knew would have let it slip when they went out. Even he had only found out when Jurot made his way out the Iyr, it was one of the few key things to note during the young Iyrman’s departure. “There is a ce he may attack Sonarot.”
Tazwyn slowly nodded her head. Even though Adam said he wouldn’t, they still didn’t know what or who he was. They would o be careful.
“We will let him pass,” Lykan said. “We o know what it is which would cause a feyblood to e all this way to the Iyr.” There was a ce he y for the elves, but even so, Adam wouldn’t be able to gather much, save for the amount of people who were within the Iyr, which would be useful for the outsiders, and the Iyrmen.
Argon nodded his head. “Uood.”
“You’ve all done well.” He reached over and pat their heads, smiling down at them, like they were his children. “It was a good idea to send you along.”
“What of the vilge?” Argon asked.
“I will seo assist,” Lykan said.
Argon raised his brows in surprise, but nodded his head. ‘If ten are sent, then they will be fine.’ “Thank you.”
Lykan waved his hand. “I will go and speak with this half elf. I should at least meet him properly to check whether he truly poses no threat.”
“What?” Adam gasped, his eyes growing wide. “The King killed him? But! That! He!” His jaw opened, fbbergasted. “He died? He’s dead?”
“Dead,” Dargon said, nodding his head. He, along with the other Iyrmen, had eaten dinner with the half elf in the on room, tinuing the story which was known as Bckwater Crisis.
“How did we go from John sying a dragon, to the marriage between Timothy and Akrat, to them dying? And she regnant too? What a bastard King! I ’t believe he would kill two heroes of the Kingdom just like that!” Adam smmed his fists down oable.
Jurot was also gritting his teeth, his brow pulsing in anger. Every time he heard the story, especially that particurly se, it enraged him dearly. “It is a betrayal the Iyrmen have never fotten!”
“What an idiot King! King Solomon the Wise? He’s more like a fool!”
“That is what Aldnd calls him,” Jurot said. “We call him King Solomon the Wise.”
Adam looked up at Jurot, his eyes full of fusion. “You what?”
Dargon cleared his throat and gred at Jurot, who gnced aside. “We will tihe story aime.”
“Oh? Are you still not doh the tale?” Lykan asked, stepping into the on room. The smell of diill permeated throughout, though the food had loaken away.
Kandal and Eshva had remaioo, as this was one of their favourite tales. They wished dearly for the part, which always ehem.
“Even though he promised to tell me, he hasn’t pleted it,” Adam said, gring at Dargon, trying to get him into trouble for teasing him so much.
Dargon chuckled nervously. “I will keep my promise, Adam, you don’t have to worry about that.”
“Iyrmen always keep their promises,” Lykan said, walking over to the table.
The Iyrmen each stood to pay their respects to the Elder, and Adam followed suit, but Lykan waved his hand. “Remaied,” he said, staring down at Adam. “We o talk.”
The other Iyrmen shuffled out of the town, whereas Jurot threw a look back. ‘I want to talk with the Elder too.’ He frowned, wishing he was there in Adam’s pce.
Adam watched as the Iyrmen leave, before his eyes fell across the Elder, who sat opposite him, pg his fil behind him against the wall.
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The half elf leaned back slightly, gng all around. He couldn’t quite pce his finger on it, but he was sure they weren’t alone. He could feel the burniion of the longsword at his side, as well as the die in his pocket. ‘How would they help me anyway?’
Lykan smiled at Adam. “I heard that you wish to speak with Sonarot.”
“That’s right,” Adam replied, nodding his head. He would o reply as unassuming as possible.
“Why?”
“I have so much to tell her.”
“Of the threat?”
“That, and more.”
“What is your main goal in ing to the Iyr?”
“To see Sonarot.”
“What of this threat?”
“That’s a sedary goal.”
“Why is it your sedary goal?”
“I o see Sonarot. I will inform her of the threat as part of the story, but there’s something I o do before that.”
Lykan pced down a scroll onto the table, bound by a string. “Do you know what this is?”
“A spell scroll?” Adam replied, making an educated guess.
“It is a spell of the Sed Gate, Zone of Truth. Do you know of it?”
“Yes.”
“Will you sent to the spell?”
“Sure,” Adam replied.
Lykan bowed his head and unfurled the scroll, revealing the gold speckled white ink of the spell, before pressing the sides of the scroll down oable with each hand. He muttered something the Iyrman’s tongue, before the scroll’s text began to glow and the scroll burnt up into nothingness.
Adam felt the magivade his body. He knew how the spell worked, so he voluntarily gave in to the magics whivaded his body. As long as it was that spell, then it was fio fail it willingly.
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“Why are you here at the Iyr?” Lykan asked.
“To see and speak with Sonarot,” Adam replied. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary.
“Why?”
“To clear my guilt.”
“What guilt?”
“I would prefer not to say.”
Lykan remained silent for a long moment. “Do you mean her any harm?”
“No.”
“Will you attack her with bde, spell, or any other harmful means?”
“No.”
“Are you here to inform the Chief of a threat to the Iyr.”
“A potential threat.” Adam nodded. “I have already spoken with Entalia about the threat, and have asked her to speak with the giants.”
Lykan blinked. He had heard that Adam had spoken with Entalia, though the Iyrmen had remained aside so were uo hear what they were talking about, especially si was in the dragon’s to was arming enough to hear that a dragon had appeared so nearby, but it was especially arming that it was her.
“You spoke with Entalia about the threat?”
“Yes.”
“Entalia, the silver dragon? Desdant of Gantalia.”
“Ye- she’s the desdant of Gantalia?” Adam asked, having only just ected the dots. He had heard the name a few times, but had been engrossed iale.
“Yes.”
Adam paused for a long moment. “Oh.” He squinted his eyes and slowly nodded his head. “That does make sense.”
“You told Entalia, desdant of Gantalia, about the threat to the Iyr?”
“It’s a potential threat. Whether or not it will appear he Iyr, or even if it will e to fruition, I don’t know.”
“How do you know of this threat?”
Adam rubbed his . “I would prefer not to say. I will tell it to Sonarot.”
“What is the severity of the threat?”
“Severe enough that you’ll have the story buried.”
Lykan stared deep into Adam’s eyes, having not expected to hear the phrase from the half elf. “Very well.”
“Anything else?”
“No,” he said, standing up. “Wele to the Iyr, Adam, son of Fate.” The Elder stepped out, leaving as abruptly as he left. The other four leapt out from the first floor, having been ready to cut Adam down. ‘You were wrong, Argon, Tazwyn. His threat is not at all low. How does he know so much about the Iyr?’
Adam waited patiently, and when he saw the returning forms of Jurot and the others, he sighed. ‘Phew. Looks like they aren’t going to kill me.’
“What did you talk about?” Dargon asked.
“Not much,” Adam replied, smirking up at Dargon. It seemed now he had something that Dargon wao know about.
Dargon squinted his eyes. ‘So is that how you want to py it?’
“Hey, Jurot, he’s an Elder, right?”
“Yes.”
“Is he a Great Elder?” Adam squinted his eyes, trying to gather how the Iyr worked.
“No, he’s a Minor Elder.”
“What does he mine?”
“What?”
“Nothing.” Adam cleared his throat. “I’ve noticed there aren’t any orcs around.” He was too embarrassed about his joke to further tinue asking about the Iyr.
“The orcs remain deeper in,” he said.
“Why? Is it some kind of css system? Are they not allowed to be a part of the Front Iyr?” Adam tilted his head.
It’s not that,” Jurot said, frowning. “There is no css system within the Iyr. The people at the top always ge, that is the tradition. No two families hold the same positioer another, not uhere is a special circumstahere is too mupetition. The Iyr has the Chief, Chief Iromin, and the Six Great Elders. Elder Story. Elder Peace. Elder Wrath. Elder Forest. Elder Teacher. Elder Gold. Elder Peace is a Devilkin.”
‘Devilkin?’ Adam nodded his head slowly. “So what is a Minor Elder.”
“Minor Elders refer to the various other Elders. There are the Vilge Elders and the Elders who work for the Great Elders, who may be required to leave the Iyr in order to deal with certain matters.”
Adam nodded his head slowly. “What do they do exactly?”
“Elder Story keeps our stories, including stories lost to we Iyrmen.”
“Stories which were buried?” Adam asked.
Jurot stared up at him and slowly nodded his head. “Yes. Only the reat Elders and the Chief may request the buried stories.” He stared at Adam, squinting his eyes. ‘How do you know about that?’
“What about the other Elders?”
“Elder Peace keeps the details of alliances, and is the only one able to decre war, which hasn’t happened in geions. Elder Wrath leads the armies during any wars or skirmishes. Elder Forest takes care of the infrastructure of the Iyr. Elder Teacher is in charge of geional training, making sure traditions are kept, but our skills updated. Elder Gold mahe finances.”
“Oh,” Adam said, nodding his head as he listeo the expnations. “That makes sense.”
“The Six Great Elders and the Chief are reatest force,” he said. “Each Great Elder, except for Elder Story, was a Gold Rank Adventurer.”
Adam blinked. “Hoeople are as strong as them in this nd?” He had asked about Shaool previously.
Jurot let out a soft exhale, looking at Adam as though he were a little boy, a smug smirk on his face. “The previous King’s Sword might be able to match five of the Great Elders or the Chief. The current Knight of Death could too.”
“Five of the Great Elders?” Adam asked. “Right, you said Elder Story wasn’t a Gold Rank Adventurer.”
Jurot nodded his head. “Almost every Iyrman who leaves achieves Bronze Rank,” he said, subtly ging the question. “If they return at Bronze Rank, it means they o take on responsibilities of their families, or they have decided to give their lives to the Iyr and allow someone else the glory. Many reach Steel or Silver, and some reach Mithril and Gold. We send ten Mithril Rank Iyrmen to assist the Kingdom’s army, as well as the y Steel Rank Iyrmen and ten Silver Rank Iyrmen for the one hundred soldiers which the Iyr sends to the Kingdom.”
“ht. The Iyrmen made up a part of the Kingdom’s army.” He recalled the story. “I wonder how you guys made up after the execution of Akrat.”
Jurot wasn’t going to fall for that. "Aldnd has close to forty thousand professional, full time soldiers. Ten thousand are uhe and of the King. One hundred panies. One of these panies is pletely prised of Iyrmen, and aen panies are led by the ten Mithril Rank Iyrmen. The other nobles have their own armies, but only the rulers, the Kings and Queens, of the Bckwater dynasty have units prising of Iyrmen, as per the treaty."
“The treaty?” Adam squinted slightly, w how much more he could gleam from his friend.
Jurot gnced aside. “Yes. The Mithril Rank Adventurers are only supplied to the army during active war.”
“Is the Kingdom at active war now?”
“Yes.”
“Oh,” Adam replied. “To who?”
“The Aswadasad Kingdom to the south.”
“Oh.”
“They are currently warring froup of isnds. The two Kingdoms do not send their armies to one ahey fight on the seas or on the isnds.”
"Are Iyrmen any good on the sea?"
"On a ship, we fight," Jurot replied.
"Well, anyway, how long are we staying here?” Adam wasn’t sure if he should keep teasing Jurot, who was gring at him suspiciously.
“A few days,” Jurot assumed. “Unless it’s an emergency, we are to spend time here to rex and recuperate, and to assist the Front Iyr if there is need.”
Adam nodded his head slowly. “Actually, since we’re staying here… is there some way I smith something here using some Iyrmaals, and maybe a wood of the Iyr?”
“You may be able to. What are you willing to trade?”
“I could make two ons. One for the Iyr, one which I’ll keep.”
“I will go ask. What ons are you wishing to make?”
“Whatever the Iyr needs, and an axe.”
“An axe?” Jurot looked at the longsword and warhammer at his side. ‘Do you want all three ons?’
“Yes,” Adam said, smiling ily. “An axe.”
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The main story tihankfully, Adam didn't do anything suspicious at all in this chapter! Nothing suspicious at all...
