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🕑 Added 2021-03-05 01:12:26 +0000 UTC"Must you continue to look at me like that?" Pacore tries to make a puppy dog face, but it's just weird seeing an old man trying to look meek on purpose, especially after he handed us our asses yesterday.
With a sour look, I choose to ignore Pacore, knowing he will only be spurred on by anything I say. After a minute of Pacore holding his ridiculous expression and me trying not to laugh, I feel myself about to break. "Can you stop playing around, so we can get this over with?" I snap before I accidentally smile in front of him. I can't show weakness right now.
“Fine,” Pacore lets out a sigh. “Sign this one here, that one there, and this one down at the bottom, and you'll be officially my disciple.” Pacore spreads three contracts out on Camden's drawing-room table with a cocky grin. He’s not putting in any effort to hide how happy he is.
This would be a lot easier if mom were here, but the two of us are alone in the room. Pacore left Jason and General Pitz back at his camp while I asked mom and dad to stay home. Pacore hasn't met my family yet, and I plan to keep it that way.
“Yeah, no,” I reach out and gather up the three documents. “I’m not signing anything until I’ve read through them a few times.”
“I should hope so,” Pacore chuckles. “I was worried whether or not my new student would learn from her mistakes.” Pacore leans back in his chair and looks down his nose at me.
I don't rise to his taunting; instead, I focus on the three contracts. Unlike the contract I signed with Mr. Grey, each document has long, drawn-out paragraphs of text to read through. I thought Pacore would combine all three of my demands into one contract, but instead, he kept them separated. "Why are there three of them?" I bite the bullet and just ask him for the reason he chose to do it this way.
“I could’ve put everything into one document, but I would’ve still used the same amount of paper. And the more contracts we have binding us together, the stronger the connection will be,” Pacore explains to me.
Mom and I stayed up late into the night discussing what I need to look for in each of the documents. I was prepared to argue for every reassurance we needed, but it appears it’s already all in there. Unlike my deal with Grey, Pacore included how the contracts I’m signing will be binding for the next five years, at which point I’ll need to rediscuss the terms with either Pacore or the ruler of Scholl, whoever that may be.
All three contracts start the same, mentioning how I'll be joining Scholl as Pacore's student. Then, they start to differ, depending on who they're geared to.
The first document goes into great detail about how my family will be left alone should we ask and covers the possibility of them following me to Scholl. The contract goes on to specify a monthly jaw-dropping 20 gold coin allowance my parents would receive on behalf of Master Pacore if they come to Scholl with me.
I switch to the second contract to see if it reads the same as the first.
The bulk of the second contract goes into how Scholl will not interfere with Spotted Creek Village beyond governing it as a typical village. Pacore even wrote out how the village won't be subjected to unreasonable taxes or forced conscription.
While the first contract talks about how my family is free to decide what they want, and the second one covers the village, the third contract talks about Master Del, but I'm surprised to see the third contract is the shortest. I thought Pacore would jump at the chance to recruit master but judging by what's written down, Pacore has little interest in master. In fact, unlike with my family, there's no mention anywhere of any incentives to bring master to Scholl with me.
I reread every sentence twice to try and find any hidden meaning in any of the contracts, but I can't spot a single loophole. The only vague terms I come across are in regards to my role under Pacore, but he specifically wrote down I’m allowed to refuse any unreasonable requests. Besides that, the more I read, the more the contract skews in my favor. It's written that I'm allowed to and encouraged to continue forging. Each contract states I’ll be given all the materials I'll need to improve.
And to top everything off, there is no cancelation penalty on my part, while if Pacore reneges on our deal, he'll lose… "His LIFE!" I exclaim out loud when I read the final part of the contract. "What is this!?" I point at the bottom of the documents.
“Can my new apprentice not read?” Pacore cheekily laughs.
“You can’t be serious!?” I stare at the old man waiting for him to claim this is a joke or something. This has to be some elaborate ruse.
“Is my life not enough?” Pacore coyly asks me. “I know I’m an old man, but I assure you, my life is quite valuable.”
I quickly skip to the end of the other two documents and see all three of them state Pacore will die if he breaks his end of our deal, while if I should break our deal, I merely forfeit the safety promised to everyone I care about.
"I thought our terms were quite even," Pacore grins at me.
“Why are you taking this so far?” I hesitantly ask Pacore.
Pacore leans forward, and his entire personality changes instantly. His eyes drill into me with the weight of countless years behind them. "I'm aware you're only becoming my apprentice because you have no other options available to you."
My hands become clammy, and a bead of sweat rolls down my back.
"If you're to be my student, I can't have you second-guessing my intentions each step of the way. This is the best way I can prove to you that you have no reason to distrust me." The old jokester is gone, and in his place sits Pacore the Deathless, patiently waiting for my answer.
The silence makes looking at him unbearable, so I reread the contracts before giving him my answer.
After rereading each document another two times, I find I can’t think of any reason as to why I should refuse to sign them. There is no downside for me, and I can just void them with my skill if I need to.
Reaching for the quill Pacore brought with him, I dip it in the magic ink. I quickly sign my name three times and turn the documents around for Pacore to sign. The old man doesn't hesitate to take the offered quill and sign his name right underneath mine.
Pacore grins as he holds out his hand to finalize our deal. Isn't this what it's like when someone sells their soul to the devil? I guess it's only suitable that my devil is a creepy old man that I can't beat.
Reaching out, I grasp Pacore’s invisibly gauntleted hand.
Before we start shaking, I try squeezing with all my Strength, hoping for any kind of reaction. Pacore's smile only widens when his armor doesn't so much as dent under my grip. The only thing my Strength does is hold his hand in place. Apparently, I'm stronger than Pacore in brute strength, but that armor is just ridiculous.
"Our deal doesn't become official until we shake," Pacore points out to me.
Reluctantly, I start moving my arm up and down. I feel my Contract skill flare to life as Pacore and I exchange pieces of our outer soul. It feels weird to have Contract skill activate three times at once, but it's nothing I can't handle. Later I'll need to search for all the fragments in my soul.
“Now it’s official! You can call me Master Pacore now!” Pacore beams a large smile at me.
“Not happening,” I immediately shut him down.
"But you called me master yesterday?" Pacore playfully whines.
"And that's the last time I'll ever say it," I flat out tell him.
"Well, that won't do," Pacore shakes his head. "I don't mind you being cold to me when it's just the two of us, but I have an image to uphold."
“That’s not my problem,” I grin at Pacore.
"Oh, but it is," Pacore retorts. "If I'm seen as weak, you will be too. And it could be dangerous if either of us is seen as weak." Pacore ominously doesn't elaborate what he means, but I can guess. Working under my new master won't be all rainbows and sunshine, apparently.
"I'll keep that in mind," I pout, Pacore chuckles and there's a long pause between us. As much as I wish he would leave already, there are still some things I need to ask him. "You said I could stay here longer, right? How much longer is longer?"
Pacore starts stroking his beard. "You are my apprentice now, so I suppose I can tell you a bit of information. I won't go into all the details, but I will be moving further into Olebert. After that, I'll need to secure our hold over the land we conquered. You won’t need to leave your village until then.”
“That isn’t exactly a time frame,” I complain. “That sounds like it could take a lot of time; does that mean I have years before I need to worry about your wrinkly ass showing back up?”
"It seems my apprentice is still looking down on me," Pacore mirthfully chuckles, not appearing to care about my insult. Then, all of a sudden, Pacore's serious persona shows up. "I'll have everything resolved by the end of next year."
I’m forced to swallow a lump in my throat. This monster truly believes he can push back Olebert’s armies and secure his new borders in only a year!
“Is that enough of a timeframe for you?” Pacore gives me a challenging look.
I refuse to look away from him this time. "Yeah, it is."
Pacore’s expression softens back to his usual annoying self. “I’m happy you haven’t lost your spine after our fight. I’ll have to work harder so we can return to Scholl quicker. I can’t wait to rub my new apprentice in everyone’s faces.”
“Then shouldn’t you should get going,” I grumble back.
"All in due time," Pacore leans back in his chair again. "Don't you have more questions to ask me? I have a few for you," Pacore's cocky grin becomes even more infuriating, but he's right; I still need to discuss the situation with Mr. Grey.
“What are you going to do about my contract with Grey?” I ask my new master. If he wants me to make him anything, my contract with Grey needs to be terminated first.
Pacore frows for a moment before he sneers, "I've found dealing with people like him is a lot easier when you're holding them by the throat. It will be a hassle if I kill him right away, but I can’t let someone take advantage of my cute apprentice.”
"Please don't call me cute; it weirds me out," I frown at Pacore.
"Aww, you're no fun," Pacore playfully pouts again. But this time, he quickly shifts back to the point of our conversation. "Do you have any objections to me killing him?"
“None that I can think of,” I admit. “But I know another party that’s also angry at Grey. Can you wait to do anything until I contact them?”
Pacore hums in thought. “I don’t suppose you’ll tell me who you’re referring to, will you?”
“Just some people I have a vested interest with,” I modestly answer.
Pacore chuckles, aware I'm not going to give up Silver Herd after we just met. "I'll think about holding off killing the rat for right now," Pacore doesn't exactly agree to my request. "Tell your unseen friends I would like to do business with them the next time you make contact."
I nod in agreement. There’s no way I can keep Pacore a secret from Giovanni anyways, though I’m not sure how our partnership will work out under the current circumstances.
“Now I have a question of my own. That skill you used on General Pitz and me?” Pacore curiously tilts his head.
"Yeah?" I ask, trying not to flinch or give myself away.
"It's a high-tier soul skill, wasn't it?" It's evident by Pacore's grin that he already knows the answer to his question.
"What makes you say that?" I try to keep up my best poker face. Master warned me about how Soul skills are considered taboo, and I doubt that sentiment changes much just because Pacore is from a different country.
Pacore scoffs at my acting. "You're lucky General Pitz didn't notice anything when you used your skill on her. Soul skills are scarce, and unless you've felt their effects before, they're often confused with other lesser skills." That makes a lot of sense, considering I've seen how Camden's skill affects people's souls. But while most skills affect the soul's surface, my soul-related skills go much deeper than that.
Based on how he’s bragging, I take it Pacore doesn’t care about my skill, but that doesn't mean I'm about to admit to having it either. “And you’ve felt soul skills before?” I ask him, not confirming or denying anything seeing how my lies did jack shit yesterday.
"I have," Pacore grins at me, not missing my deflection. "When I was an up and comer in my younger years, there was a mage who worked directly under the previous kings. If he were alive today, he would be considered a four-star mage, and the magic he specialized in happened to be soul magic. He was never able to find a successor, and after his death, his grimoire was placed in the royal vault and hasn't seen the light of day since."
“Being a hot-blooded youth back then, I challenged the soul mage to a fight to prove I was already one of the best warriors in the kingdom. I’ll never forget the feeling that brought me to my knees when he looked me in the eye. It’s hard to tell after this time but whatever you used on me felt weaker than what I remember.”
I want to yell at him; it's probably the size of his soul that's changed, but I hold myself back. I already determined having a higher Mind and Senses stats helps a person resist the backlash of me looking at their soul. It was stupid of me not to consider that a stronger soul would be less affected by my skill as well.
“If you’re good, I might just try and get you that grimoire,” Pacore dangles a big carrot in front of me.
“I haven’t said anything yet,” I frown in annoyance.
“You didn’t have to,” Pacore smiles and starts stroking his beard again. "The more I talk to you, the more interesting you become. I'm almost tempted to drag you back to Scholl now and let someone else take over."
I glare at the old man. He knows I don't want to leave yet, and he still makes jokes like that! Who does that? I'm briefly reminded how master compared me to Pacore yesterday, and I feel my face start to heat up. Master is getting a bucket of water to his face the next time I see him.
"No need to fret," Pacore mistakes my red face for anger. "I was merely joking. This war is too important for our people to leave to anybody else."
Since he brought it up, I’ve been curious, "why is Scholl invading Olebert?" I ask.
I’m surprised when a sad look befalls Pacore. “You said you faced something scarier than me, was that right?”
"Yeah," Pacore's sudden mood change and question threw me off my game, and I answered without thinking.
“Tell me, how did you survive?”
The small hairs on my arms stand on end when I think back on that day I faced the soul eater. Do I tell Pacore I don't want to answer him? I don't want to get into the details of my fight, and I definitely don’t want to tell him what I got for slaying the beast.
Pacore's eyes tell me he won't drop the conversation without an answer, so I plan out what I'm about to tell him in my head so I don't reveal too much information without lying. "The monster I encountered was slow and weak for its level; it was only thanks to that, I survived." I don't mention that I actually killed the beast, and technically I'm not lying about it being weak. For the soul eater's level, it had horrible Endurance and could only move when I looked away from it.
“I see, I guess you’re lucky then,” Pacore gives me an encouraging smile, but a blind man could see the pain hidden behind it. "Scholl didn't have your luck. A water dragon took up residence in the Heart of Scholl; that's our largest body of freshwater. Our ability to produce food has drastically been reduced. If we fail in this invasion, countless people will die."
An actual dragon, fuck me! I'm stunned hearing all this for the first time.
And the dragon has to be ridiculously strong if Scholl decided invading another country would be easier than killing it.
Well, now what do I do? It was easy to blame Scholl for everything considering they were the ones invading, but now that I see where they’re coming from, I actually feel a little bad for them. I’m curious about the dragon, wondering if it’s as strong as I think it is, but the sad old man sitting across from me looks to be in no mood to discuss the beast.
"I think that is enough for now," Pacore slowly stands up. I have to stop myself from asking more questions and keeping him here longer. Pacore notices my strained expression, and a small smile reappears on his face. "I'll send word for my apprentice as soon as I'm back in Drey. In two weeks, you should be able to ask her any more questions you might have."
Damn it, I should be complaining about Pacore assigning me a babysitter, but now I feel bad for him.
What am I thinking!? Yes, Scholl's situation is sad, but Pacore is still basically abducting me from my home. His problems don't have anything to do with him forcing me to become his apprentice; that's all on him.
I harden my heart and cross my arms. "And where is she supposed to stay?"
Pacore’s usual annoying smile fully returns as he moves to leave the room. “She’s your senior apprentice, so I’ll leave her living accommodations up to you.”
“You want me to house her!?”
"Thanks for offering," Pacore opens the door leading to Camden's hallway and leaves me behind before I can object.
"That wasn't me agreeing!" I shout, rushing after Pacore.
Pacore stops at Camden’s front door. “I’m sure the two of you will get along splendidly. I’ll send a message soon to keep in touch with you.”
Pacore's smooth-talking leaves me stunned as he walks out of Camden's house like he owns the place. When the door shuts behind him, I'm left alone in Camden's entryway. "Screw Scholl, and screw Pacore," I growl to myself. The next time I see him, I'm ripping that beard out with my bare hands. I stomp my foot in frustration, and I hear the stone fracture under my heel.
“Aaliyah, dear, are you ok?” I twirl around to find Camden and Sarette standing together at the opposite end of the hall with worried expressions.
Taking a deep breath in through my nose, I steady my emotions. "I'm fine," I try to reassure them. "The negotiations are finished, and Pacore is leaving."
“Are you leaving with him?” Camden hesitantly asks.
I shake my head, no. "He's leaving me here now, but I don't know for how long. Pacore said he'd send one of his apprentices to oversee me in a few weeks, though."
Camden looks happy hearing I'm not leaving the village right away but frowns hearing we'll have to host another important individual from Scholl.
"You're staying; that's great news!" Sarette chooses to focus on the positive. She moves down the hallway and wraps me in a hug, which I'll admit makes me feel a little better.
“I’m sorry I cracked your floor,” I mumble after we separate.
"It's fine; I'll have your brother fix it later," Sarette waves off my apology. "You should head home and see your family. I'm sure they'll be happy to hear the good news as well."
I'm not so sure they'll share the same optimism as Sarette, but she's right; I should go tell mom and dad about my meeting with Pacore. I should hurry too; I still have one more meeting today.
"Thanks, Mrs. Downs," I hold Sarette's hands, thanking her for reminding me where my priorities should be.
“Not a problem, sweety. Hurry along, don’t keep your mother waiting.”
“I won’t,” I tell her as I push open her front door.
I don't see Pacore around; hopefully, he's already back in his camp, readying to leave. The next time I see him, it will be too soon.
Rushing home, I think over everything I need to discuss with my parents. I hope I'll have enough time for my business call later.
**********
Giovanni Turrini’s Point of View:
“How are things moving, Marshall?” I ask my right-hand man.
"Things are going well, boss. Earl Vagan sent over another order of wine while the soldiers stationed in the city are putting more and more coin in our pockets."
“Didn’t we just send a delivery of wine to the Earl last week?” I ask.
“We did,” Marshall reminds me. “I guess the rumors of the Earl drinking himself to death are true.”
Groaning in frustration, I massage my temples. After the Earl declared Scholl is not to get past Blaiton under any circumstances and appointed Lord Rayes in charge of leading the defense, the Earl has been oddly silent since.
Lord Rayes is the governor of Blaiton, and he has an invested interest in saving the city, but a military mastermind he is not. Every day rumors spread of the other nobility second-guessing Lord Rayes' orders, particularly that swine that fled Drey.
The city is packed with soldiers, and more are conscripted each day. It's only thanks to my friendship with Lord Rayes and his family that I've managed to spare my men the same fate. When the soldiers are given leave time, they crowd the local bars and openly complain about receiving conflicting orders from multiple sources.
Some say Olebert is sending us reinforcements, but Lord Rayes told me he only knows about the battalion they have stationed outside Teeburn, and it's no surprise that that front is stalled. Scholl does have multiple high-leveled hostages along with General Pitz.
It also doesn’t help that the reason behind Scholl’s invasion has slowly spread through the populace. You can’t walk down an alley without hearing whispers of a dragon.
Silver Herd is profiting from the invasion on paper, but each day, those profit margins are slowly thinning along with morale. Technically we've lost our Drey and Teeburn branches, and with Grey pursuing his own agenda, we might just have. With all the turmoil, it's hard to predict how we should prepare for the future.
“Boss, your ring,” Marshall points out to me.
I lower my hands away from my temples and see the ring on my left pinky is glowing. That ring is tied to the communication magic tool hidden in my desk. The ring glows when someone is trying to contact me. "Are we expecting a report from any of the numbers?" I ask Marshall.
Frowning, Marshall shakes his head. Damn, that means something unexpected has come up! I quickly pull the communication magic tool out from the hidden compartment in my desk and see which number is contacting me. "Two?" Why would he?
That's right! Two gave his communicator to Aaliyah; why is she calling me?
I activate the magic item and speak into it. "Aaliyah, I wasn't expecting a call from you. Is there anything I can help you with?" I maintain a cheerful tone of voice; I don't want to risk upsetting the golden rock.
“Are you sitting down?” I’m surprised by her sudden question rather than returning my greeting. “I am,” I tell her. Marshall moves next to me, obviously curious as to why she would ask me that.
"Guess who just left my village?" I can hear the frustration in Aaliyah's voice, and my hands become sweaty.
“What happened to the village?” I anxiously ask her. Is my daughter ok!?
"The village is fine," Aaliyah sighs on the other end line. "I have a contract from him, stating Scholl won't mess with the village."
“A contract from who?” I ask.
“Pacore the Deathless,” she answers.
The blood drains from my face, and Marshall's eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. "Pacore the Deathless came to your village!? You met him!?" I shout into the magic item.
“Yeah, I met the old geezer. Kicked our asses all by himself.”
"You fought him!?" I feel a pain in my chest, and I consider the possibility I might have a heart attack. "Why would you possibly do that?"
“It’s the best idea we could come up with on such short notice,” Aaliyah tries to defend herself.
“That’s insane,” I retort.
"This is a courtesy call. If you're going to keep rubbing salt in my wounds, I'll hang up."
"Wait!" I shout before she disconnects the line. "I'm sorry if I offended you; it's just hard to wrap my head around what you're saying. You said the village was safe, so I don't understand why you would challenge Pacore."
“That’s the reason why I’m calling,” Aaliyah sighs again. “Pacore sort of forced me to become his apprentice.”
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“Are you still there?” Aaliyah's voice pulls Marshall and me back to reality.
I swallow back a lump in my throat. “You joined Pacore as a student; are you joining Scholl's army!?"
"What, no! Well, sort of. I guess I'm technically a part of Scholl's army now, but Pacore left me in the village, but that's not why I called you. I wanted to call you because I’m not sure how our partnership will fare in the future.”
She's right; I planned to secretly support Aalyiah until she decided to leave her village finally. But with Pacore as her master, Aalyiah is almost certainly going to be heading to Scholl once the war subsides. "Is this your way of cutting ties with us?" Our business with Aaliyah has always been complicated because of her rapid rise in levels, and now that she's become Pacore's student, she's virtually untouchable.
“It sounds like you’re the one trying to cut ties,” Aaliyah retorts. “I still need materials while I’m here. Plus, I owe Kervin for helping me all these years and for putting him in danger with Grey. I don’t know what things will be like in a year, but I still want to do business with you guys.”
"That's very kind of you," I remark, surprised. She just got an incredibly powerful backer, and she still wishes to work with us without throwing the weight of Pacore around.
"Don't get happy yet; I still haven't told you the good news."
“Oh?” I’m curious what she considers good news in this situation.
“My new master,” she emphasizes the word master like she doesn’t like using it, “heard about my deal with Grey. I don’t think we’ll have to worry about him for much longer,” I can practically hear her grinning ear to ear on the other line.
“That… might be a bad idea,” I frown.
“I don’t understand,” Aaliyah sounds confused on the other end.
"If Pacore kills Grey right now, the two branches we're cut off from will fall into chaos, and that isn't considering any traps he might leave in the event of his death."
"I don't mean to be rude, but that's not my problem at the moment," Aaliyah bluntly tells me. "I have to look out for my village and family; whether you or Pacore resolve the issue with Grey, I profit in the end. My offer still stands to terminate the contract if you need me to, but I need to get going. My mom was already breathing fire when I told her I had to go into the forest for a few hours.”
I want to ask how my daughter is doing, but I'm not sure if I want Aaliyah to be aware of my feelings towards her now that she's Pacore's student. But Aaliyah has proven to be quite loyal to Kervin and the company despite the problems with Grey. With my lines of communication cut off from the village, Aaliyah is the only person I can ask. "Can I have one more moment of your time?" I ask before she disconnects us.
“Sure, but can you make it quick,” she agrees.
Let’s hope I’m not wrong about her. “How is my daughter doing?”
For a moment, there's only silence on the other end. "You mean Anastasia, right?"
“Yes, is… is my daughter doing well?” I nervously ask. Marshall gives me a nod of encouragement.
“She’s fine,” Alayah tells me. “We don’t talk much, but I see her during important village meetings. Are you asking about anything in particular?"
“No, I was just curious how she was doing.”
"Would you like me to bring her with me next time and let you guys talk? She's helped my family and me multiple times, and I owe her at least that much." It brings a smile to my face to hear Aaliyah complement my daughter. After she was kicked out of the army for her inferior magic talents, she was so depressed. I'm happy to know she's making a good life for herself in Spotted Creek Village.
"That's quite alright," I tell Aaliyah. "Our relationship is estranged after all these years, and I'm sure she doesn't want to speak with me." I still remember the look on her face when I told her I was sending her to a village out in the middle of nowhere.
"I won't pretend to know what went on between you two, but I know as a daughter, I could never hate my father enough to never want to talk to him again. Just my opinion. I'll call back in a few weeks to get an update." The magic tool goes dark as Aaliyah disconnects from her end.
“She’s right, you know,” Marshall throws out his unwanted opinion.
“My relationship with my daughter is not the issue right now,” I snap at him. “What are we going to do about Aaliyah and Grey?”
I was content to play both sides of the conflict and work with the winner, but most of my plans were hedging on Aaliyah's rising abilities. She still wants to work with us, but that only applies until Aaliyah leaves for Scholl. Should I revise my original plan without including Aaliyah, or do I double down on the golden rock and throw Silver Herd in with Scholl?
It has always been my family's goal to grow and be recognized as a major trade organization.
My father always planned to compete with Olebert's big trading companies, but I'm not sure if that is feasible any longer.
There's a branch in the path before me, and I can no longer see which leads to ruin. "Marshall, should I bet on Olebert or Aaliyah?"
Marshall thinks over my question. “Olebert would be the safe bet,” he tells me.
I nod my head.
“But opportunities like Aaliyah only show up once in a lifetime, maybe longer. It’s up to you, boss,” Marshall reminds me.
I have no idea about the various trade unions in Scholl. A few merchants would risk the trek between nations before the war, but Scholl's only notable export has always been magic beast materials. I'll need to figure out a way to gather more information before committing to one side or the other. But until then, I make eye contact with Marshall. "Contact One, and have her intercept Pacore before he enters Drey."
“And have her do what exactly?” Marshall gives me a concerned look.
I snort at his needless worry. One might be our best agent, but even she wouldn't be able to harm Pacore, even if the rumors about him are only half true. "I want her to convince Pacore that he should wait to kill Grey until we have better control over the situation.”
“Do you think that will work?”
“It’s the best I have at the moment,” I admit.
"You sound like Aaliyah now," in a rare moment, Marshall pokes fun at me.
“Well, you said I should listen to her,” I quip back.
“Gods help us all,” Marshall playfully shakes his head before moving to prepare a message for One.
Left alone to my own thoughts, I can't help but think about whether I'll lead Silver Herd to success or doom. Time will only tell if I make the right decision.
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Author’s Notes:
5,600 words.
I did it! The chapter is out on time, and I think I created a decent Discord Server for everyone. I'm keeping the server private, so only those in the $5 tier and above can access it. Think of it as a little bonus for all of you who support me so much.
Not the most exciting chapter I know, but a lot of information was exchanged between people that will help set up the coming chapters.
Please tell me what you think below, and as always, stay safe.
Comments
pipMcDohl
Then shouldn’t you should get going< chose
lenkite
Yes, leave Grey alive so he can [Backstab] some more. Seems rather artificial. The man already hired a bunch of assassins. AT-least throw him in jail.
Chris Bridgeman
thanks. solid
Svish
Not killing grey right away was a horrible decision... and why is she lying about the monster she killed? It served no purpose. She did not need to tell him what she got for killing it... if she had told him what it was and how it was killed, she could have gotten more help on the magical front. In fact. , why has she not asked for help with magic? He did offer he anything she wanted. And knowledge on celestial spells and magic related skills would help her a great deal...
Todd Kloos
I'm not sure what Giovanni hopes to accomplish by waiting to kill Grey. Killing him might cause some problems, but that is still probably better than having Grey alive and actively scheming against them. Siding with Scholl would probably be a good idea for the Silver Herd even without factoring in Aaliyah. Scholl is currently winning the war, and there is a good chance they can get Olebert to recognize their territorial gains in exchange for ransoming their valuable prisoners. In addition, a Scholl victory would be better for the Silver Herd financially due to lower taxes. Most importantly, Olebert's economy is dominated by 3 very powerful and entrenched companies who have a long history of using all sorts of underhanded tactics to destroy any company that reaches the Silver Herd's current size. Therefore, escaping from Olebert would probably be a very good thing for the Silver Herd.
Lythyc M
He might have kind of forced her but there is no down sides. She wanted to leave the village anyway and Pecore is even saying that her family can come with her. So far what we have seen he seems to be a great master and Aaliyah lucked out with him.
Crackafilenight
maybe it's known that she can nullify contracts perhaps if their was a prominent soul mage in Scroll. Her of master coming could be a liability maybe Pacore wants to be her soul official master? She may become strong enough in 5 years to gain more independence. If Scroll loves lvls etc im guessing she's going to get marriage proposals just for that maybe likey even to royalty? If the king has the highest level apparently, would Aaliyah become Queen if she reached heights (unlikely probably a statement to display the king's strength)
Guilherme Silva
She could reject anything really bad that he orders and the contract still remains. She can get out of the contract anytime she wants. What more you want?
Justin
I think it comes with building trust in her new Master.
Zarik0
Nice chapter, love Pacoree :P I dont get it why she dont ask what is PRECISELY what her role and what she need to do as a apprentice of him (that mega important) And she can try swingle more clause (secrecy on her, not thrown in shit politic as much as possible etc) or just get infos man she know nothing about what gonna happen to her and her obligation as a apprentice and she dont ask? guess her brain is still dead for a supposed 30 years old personne who have time to think about it quietly....... Still not saying what exactly is the great best mega idea than was for fighting the duel with him Still a non-sense plothole reasoning about this..... It totally fell like lets write a duel out of nowhere because its cool and we dont need another reason and why not do it Im not against a duel happening (the duel part written was quite fine) or other idea author have (personnaly im fuck yeah for pacore as a master), im against how it come to happen and the no reasonning behind it, if you write something get it spinned in a believable and logical (consistant) matter, because for me that ruin the thing totally to have action/decision coming out of nowhere with total non-sense about it (and its more a disappointment when the story was quite consistant untill now (and it happen at a moment of major shift in the story))
Straven
It got things moving and set the pace for several important events and possibilities later on. Looking foreword honestly to how P's best student takes to his new successor and said job training her! If that encounter doesn't likely have some competition going on I'll be surprised. Next thank you for the chapter!!!! Didn't expect one to pop up till next monday hence a full blown week!
Patrick Schuldt
How do you know the secretary is 1?
Bradley
Dam all the mystery around the secretary and it turns out she's not only a number but she's One? Maybe... Haha I love it when people manage to actually foreshadow things, even if it leads to a wrong assumption, it makes it fun to try and guess what's coming. Keep it up!
Spectacular
Typo: I’m not sure how our partnership will fair in the future. Should be: fare
Alteron
Thanks for the chapter
Stylemys
Pacore could always adopt her mother, thus making her his granddaughter. It would be a very sly way to make Aaliyah his heir. Since her father has no surname, I assume Aaliyah would get her monther’s new one by default. Her mother was disowned for running off with a woodcutter too, so there wouldn’t be a conflict. It would also head off all kinds of political nonsense her mother’s estranged family could try to pull if the realize their connection to Aaliyah.
Kyle Polkinghorne
Yup I had the same thought up till this chapter
Diego Morales-Heyser
I really thought mc was the granddaughter
HardhatDoozer
Click on the discord link above. If you don’t have an account it will let you make one. Then install the app anywhere you want. Sign in. Agree to the rules. And away you go.
Maltec
I initially have a similiar theory to that effect but there a few points that clearly lines out that the healer is the daughter well before now
Nobody
Welp. There goes my "A is Giovanni's granddaughter and neither knows it" theory. It kinda worked right up until he specifically said his daughter was kicked out of the army for lack of magic.
SoSpooky
Black Unicorn
Good chapter even if a little lean in some way's. I can't wait to see how Pacore deals with Grey without killing him. if you want some idea's I know quite a few from all the book's I've read... Real nasty one's that I think would be perfect for a Thing like Grey.
jiecut
Well quite epic that One will be contacting Pacore. Is this the first mention of One? (Is it the receptionist?) Also quite a big decision for the trading company but could be quite profitable. Maybe Scholl doesn't have good exports now, does Aaliyah have enough value to empower a whole nations economy+military?
ZaA
I think Aaliyah should have asked for another contract about confidentiality of her abilities. Would be nice if she's actually able to talk to someone about some of them.
Andrew
Thank you!
Carl Mason
A great chapter, thank you, most enjoyable. I like that she actually thought through reading the contracts and appears to have learned that lesson, I am surprised that she apparently told Pacore the details of her bad contract. I don't remember reading that in the last chapter. And it seems like your evil scheme of withholding the chapter to get back on schedule worked, congratulations.
Carl Mason
Looking forward to how Pacore's apprentice will react to Aaliyah.
White Neko Knight
I really liked how this is all turning out.
Dantalia
Wait What?! A chapter at 8:12pm?! Awesome! this is a fun chapter to read. I hope the story starts to pick up speed a bit soon :)
Jachin Nelson
They can't get anyone to take control of that side of Silverherd before he gets there
Phoenix_dreams
I love that old man. Reading Pacore's interactions with the MC is a ton of fun. Hopefully we will still get some pov if him going forward.
Derze
I don’t really understand the reasoning behind letting Grey live. Sure u create chaos but you have enough time to fix before Pacore arrives
Steven Palmer
I didn't realize how much I look forward to this story, all jokes aside from previous comments but this is a wonderful escape for me. Thank you kosnik!!
ZCochraine!%
Thanks!
Mike G.
Good stuff, thanks!
Solarlancer
same, everything is locked and i cant see anything but Art, welcome and rules chanels
Ungrave
What's this? A chapter on Thursday? During the day? I don't believe it. Thanks for the chapter!
RabidSquirrel69420
Gucci chapter. I love how long you make the chapters. It makes waiting for them to come out easier.
Jackson Ragland
Christmas came early!
Will Iam
Thanks for the chapter
Oblivious
How do I get on the discord? I already accepted the invite but my discord won’t show the channel :/
Justin
Thanks for the chapter! I think it was a nice way to set the pace for the next arc and I'm really interested in the trainer!!!!
Choiven
Thank ye for the chapter! Looking forward to how Aaliyah will react to Pacore’s apprentice
Vegetables
an invested interest with > a vested interest with partnership will fair in > partnership will fare in
Eric Steingraber
Who are you and what have you done with Kosnik. A chapter on time no way this isn't an imposter.
Some Total Kretin
Good job you procrastinator you! Enjoy the sweet reward of conscience clear and job well done. And all the money we give you... :)
Cryda J
you've done it again Steve.
Noble Defect
First time?
1536539
My eyes have been blessed by this miracle.
TheShadowMuffin
Thanks for the chapter :D
Robert Mullins
Holy shit, it's a Thursday chapter. I've heard the legends but I never believed they were real.
S. O.
Ty
Kosnik4
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