“What of Brittany and Jonn?” Sonarot asked. “What will you do with them?”

  “I don’t know,” Adam admitted. “Jonn’s still, you know. He’ll swear himself to me at some point, probably. Brittany is…” Adam rubbed his . “She’s just Brittany.”

  Sonarot nodded. “It is most important that you know what you want, Adam. There is no rush for it, but it is important.”

  Adam thought about what he wao do. “I could bee a professional food critic, going around various restaurants to sample dishes. I could bee a soap maker, the soap in the Iyr is a little too hard, and doesn’t ther nicely. I could bee a paper maker, what with all the mills here, but work oing really nice paper to trade outside. Maybe I bee a book maker? Someohat binds up books together? That’s aension of the paper making, I guess. There’s the proper answer of being a Gold Rank… no, a Diamond Rank Adventurer. Or I could bee a Mert, or an Enter, or…” Adam shrugged his shoulders.

  Sonarot smiled. “You have many talents.”

  “My best talent is being the best older brother, though,” Adam said. “Isn’t that right?” Adam brushed Lanarot’s hair, who had just finished with her feeding.

  “Oo?” The baby squirmed as he brushed her hair.

  Adam mao retreat from the Rot family estate, returning back to the shared family estate. He didn’t want to be surrounded by the Rot family, especially not sihey all seemed to want a piece of him.

  “You should rest today,” Citool said, taking oy for cooking that week.

  “Yeah. I’m still feeling a little sore from the fight yesterday.”

  Citool wondered if he meant any offence by it, but sidering it was Adam, it probably was just some thoughtless statement.

  “She was so scary,” Adam said. “Why are the elderly Iyrmen so scary all the time?”

  “They are Iyrmen,” Citool replied, simply. “If there is ever any to the Iyr, it will be they who will fight first.”

  “Sending your elderly to fight for you…” Adam wasn’t sure how he felt by it. The elderly should take it easy after living their life. However, they were also the stro for the Iyr. “Still, it feels a little weird.”

  Citool just bowed her head, leaving him to his thoughts. She was in charge of looking after the children, teag them.

  Adam spent the day resting, watg the children py, and looking after his little sister as Sonarot went to work.

  The Dire Wolf pups had also developed well, and were beginning to py often, even with the children, though with an adult watg nearby. One was currently cuddled up to Lanarot, who was taking her first nap of the day, and the other was currently led on Adam’s p.

  ‘This feels so fy,’ Adam thought, brushing the Dire Wolf pup’s fur, feeling how ge was.

  However, there was something stirring inside of him. As much as he ehis slow pace of life, he wao do more.

  Adam closed his eyes, thinking of all the things he could do in a fantasy world.

  Omen: 1, 15

  He spent this day rexing and recuperating too, going about his typical m routine first. He had po assist the Iyr with chopping down wood, or whatever they required, once he had finished recuperating properly.

  Omen: 8, 20

  “You must be feeling lucky today,” Sonarot said, seeing the look in his eyes.

  Adam smiled. “Very. I’m going to spend thousands of gold to create a greater magical on.”

  “You have been enting much retly, Adam. Take good care of yourself.” She brushed his hair gently.

  “I know, I know,” Adam replied, enjoying her affe. “If I feel a siess ing to me, I’ll take a break.”

  ‘Hey, Bell?’

  [Yes?]

  ‘How much Experience is it to gain an improved critical hit ce?’

  [You check.]

  'Okay, fine. I just thought you'd be lonely.'

  [I'm not lonely enough to be your servant.]

  'Sorry.' Adam sighed, shaking his head.

  He checked just how much Experie required to gain the improved critical hit bsp;

  3000.

  It wasn’t so bad. He had enough for it, but he also wao keep some Experien his back pocket, just in case he for something else.

  ‘It’s worth the price, at least. I should aim for that after the Third Gate spells.’

  Adam arrived at the warehouse, carrying with him a small pouch. He revealed Elder Gold’s tag, which allowed him to ehe warehouse to s out gems. He had inally traded for all manner of gems, but quickly realised how much trouble it would be to track everything.

  Adam stretched out his entire body as he pced down the gems required for the enting. He had traded his gems out, sing them to obsidian, tiger eyes, white pearls and diamonds, bck pearls, and bck opals.

  Adam stared at the gems, which were no longer a rge pile. He had traded them all out to the highest denomination, keeping a couple at lold values. He held seven gems, bck opals, which were worth a thousand gold a piece.

  ‘I’m freaking rich,’ he thought. ‘But, once I make this on, all these gems will be gone.’

  Adam made his way to the enting shrine, an Iyrman following him like usual, aopped, staring at the shrine. He looked down at the axe at his side, gifted to him by Sonarot.

  He uood that his enting process worked in a peculiar way in the world, that it was something which required gold from gems due to the shrine’s yout, a the tre, and of course, he o spend his Mana as well as a det roll.

  Adam inhaled deeply as he thought about what he wao ent into his on. One of the greatest threats to him were creatures and beings he could not deal with within a short amount of time.

  His most devastating loss was to Jarot, who seemed to possess a great stitution, and beyond that, the ability to resist almost all types of damage.

  Almost all types of damage.

  Adam pced the seven gems in pce, one on each pilr, and the st in the tre. He grabbed the axe, the very same axe which had beloo Jarot, and the very same axe he had never used. He felt how heavy it was, but what was heavier was the loss he had suffered to the man.

  There was someo there who was like Jarot.

  Strong, with the ability t off damage which would kill most beings several times.

  However, that being would be someone who had both of their arms, and would not beat Adam as a joke.

  Adam closed his eyes, and trated pletely on his enting.

  Mana: 10 -> 5Enting CheckD20 + 7 = 17 (10)Omen: 8, 20 -> 820 + 7 = 27

  “Oh dear,” he said, noting the two Silver Dragons cirg around him. “Did I bother a family outing?”

  It was unfortunate for him that the pair were in no mood to talk, as they desded upon him with icy shards bsting from their mighty maws.

  The figure stared up at the ining breath ons and sighed.

  Lightning fell, and thunder followed.

  A Silver Dragon mao twist his body, but the other hadn’t mao in time as the lightning struck through her babsp;

  Adam wiped his brow, staring down at the axe. It was already pulsing with great power, which reminded Adam of a particur item in his possession.

  He shook his head. ‘Ohing at a time, Adam.’

  He brought the axe with him back to the estate, where he saw the food which had been made. Citool had cooked that day, mostly a vegetable dish which they would eat with bread.

  “You look pale,” Sonarot said, reag up to feel his forehead. “You are cold.”

  “I am?” Adam said. “Huh. I don’t feel too bad.”

  “It must be because it is his first time enting something so great,” Shikan offered.

  “If you are feeling unwell, tell me,” Sonarot said.

  “I know,” Adam replied. “I will, I promise.”

  “Did it go well?” Sonarot asked as she ate.

  Adam nodded. “It was hungry work today.” He piled on the food for himself and began to stuff his face.

  “What are you enting on the axe?” Raygak asked, rubbing his stomach after he had stuffed himself.

  Adam smiled. “You’ll see.”

  “Will it be powerful?”

  “It will be the most powerful on I have made to date.”

  Raygak stared up at Adam. “ I py with it?”

  Adam looked to Jogak, who was currently dealing with Taygak, who refused to eat the st of her vegetables.

  “Sure,” Adam said. “If your father tells me you’ve been good.”

  “I am always good,” he said.

  “No you are not,” Katool said.

  “I am,” Raygak said. “I am when I am.”

  “You are not when you are not,” Katool accused.

  Adam smiled.

  Omen: 7, 20

  “That’s ve,” Adam said, staring at the numbers.

  “Feeling lucky?”

  “Yes,” he said. “It seems that I’m being doted on.”

  “If you are feeling unwell, make sure you return a,” she said.

  Adam went through his m routine, pying with the children and pups, before heading out. ‘Two in a row? That’s fortunate. Or is it unfortunate?’

  Mana: 10 -> 5Enting CheckD20 + 7 = 22 (15)Omen: 7, 20 -> 820 + 7 = 27

  The Silver Dragon y in the middle of the field, staring at the sky. Beside her was a man, human in appearance. He had hair like liquid copper and eyes which were emerald. He dabbed at her stomach with a lotion, soothing the wound.

  “I ’t believe he almost killed me,” she said. “ you believe it?”

  The man, knowing what she was like, remained silent.

  “What a bastard. Just because he’s-“

  Lightning fell, and thunder followed.

  Taking the man’s cue, she decided to keep quiet.

  “Are you okay?” the Iyrman asked, staring at Adam.

  “Yeah, why? Do I look pale?” Adam asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Don’t mind it,” Adam said, waving his hand.

  Wheuro the estate, Sonarot pced her hand on his forehead again. “You must rest tomorrow.”

  “As long as I don’t feel extremely lucky, I’ll rest.”

  Sonarot frowned, but she nodded her head.

  “Adam, rest,” Taygak said, trying to distract her uncle from the fact she was not finishing her vegetables again.

  “Right,” Adam said. “Siaygak has said so, I probably should do it.”

  Taygak nodded.

  “Well, what’s the likelihood of me getting another 20?” Adam asked.

  The Iyrmen stared at him.

  “ht.”

  Omen: 18, 20

  “You have got to be kidding me,” Adam said, staring at the numbers.

  “A 20 today?” Sonarot asked.

  “Yeah.” He hoped Sonarot wouldn’t try to stop him.

  “Taygak will discipline you,” Sonarot said.

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