Chapter: 589
“Well, as it turns out, giving him the goblin wand came with some strings attached.” he grinned, “I am so generous… but I’ll need something else to evoke a reaction from the mage hunters…”
Viladore began writing a formal letter to Sullivan alleging Jay’s thievery. After dropping off the letter at Sullivan’s door, he planned to inform the mage hunters. He would have told the mage hunters first, but this was part of the current operating procedure.
Viladore believed that if he quickly told the mage hunters about Sullivan’s inaction, then Sullivan wouldn’t be able to do anything and Jay would be brought back to the guild – made to give him back the goblin wand and then held there for a few days.
He planned to accuse Jay of stealing something from the mage hunters too, which would be enough for them to spur into action rather than letting the local guards handle it.
This wasn’t the end goal of Viladore’s scheme, but he believed it would give himself more time to think of another plan to keep Jay there indefinitely.
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[600 Exp]
The exp from the dying silt-wolves relieved some of the tension Jay was feeling, though it seemed the pace of the skeletons was slow as the heavy-armour skeleton was made to march at the front.
As Jay walked towards the gate, he unconsciously quickened his pace a little; the slightest shiver travelling down his back – though he had other things on his mind..
“I want to stop at the wolf’s quarry and pick up the skeletons and all their freshly-crafted weapons, but it’s on the north-west side of town. It’ll take too long…”
It was a little disappointing, but he could craft more weapons for them anyway.
“Besides, that woman sounded urgent, so I’ll only stop at the butchery and pick up the gold. It’s along the way anyway.”
“A quick in and out, then I’ll be gone.” he nodded as he went down the hill.
As Jay looked over Losla and its cobblestone streets for perhaps the very last time, he felt somewhat melancholic. He was tempted to slow down and start reminiscing about his hometown, but the more he thought about it, the more he realised that he couldn’t really pinpoint many good memories.
In Losla, his life had just been a constant struggle as he worked by himself as an underage butcher, and then as a dangerous adventure when he received his class.
No one had seemed to ever care about him; this realisation however almost felt freeing to his heart.
“Oh yeah…” he thought, realising that his life in Losla had kind of sucked.
“Actually, fuck this town. I can’t remember the last time someone helped me with anything.” he sped up even more as he walked.
“People were buying my meat and never so much as cared that they were buying it from a child. I even gave discounts to those in need…”
“And sure, some would smile, fewer still would ask how I’m going – it seems like no one really cared…”
“When I became a higher level, people started looking at me but hardly anyone approached… those who did only wanted a favour” he pursed his lips.
“I think I’m just about done with helping others and receiving nothing in return… I won’t be like that anymore.”
“Besides, now that I’m getting stronger, people need me and I don’t need them,” he nodded.
As Jay walked out of sight of the association he finally checked the items he found under the pillow.
<[Warp Disruptor]>