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Ch.70: Ending the Monopoly on Glass
🕑 Added 2025-02-23 16:51:05 +0000 UTCBolton Lands
POV of Domeric Bolton
"I heard that it was completed," Domeric stated as he entered the large, new building with his aunt and two sworn shields.
Nycho Nystoris, the leader of the glassmakers Domeric had liberated from Myr, nodded with a bow and led the way to the inner portion of the building where the main work was going on.
They had to pass through a security check because of how tightly secured the whole building was. Or they would have to if he was not the lord who initiated the construction of the building.
After passing through another room, they finally arrived at a large storage room where a few wooden crates were kept.
"Here my lord. Here," Nycho said enthusiastically, opened one of the crates, took out a panel of rectangular glass of the size of 1x1 meter from it, and displayed it to them proudly.
He noticed that the glass looked a little impure and had few bubbles but despite that, it was still in far better condition than the glass made by the Glassmakers from Myr with their primitive methods which left the glass with a milky texture and more than its fair share of bubbles inside it.
"This is the best glass we've ever made." Nycho said proudly and Domeric could see some tears building up at the corner of his eyes "Even when I was a slave working under the Magisters of Myr, I never made a glass of such high quality."
At that point, the tears started falling down his cheeks and Domeric gave an awkward look to his aunt and sworn shields who looked unaffected by it.
"There there." He said, awkwardly trying to pet the older man's back.
"Thank you, my lord." Nycho sobbed. "Thank you for freeing us from that hellhole. And thank you for giving us the opportunity to continue our work even here."
Then the man bowed to him and continued to bow until Domeric told the man it was okay.
After that, he and his aunt surveyed the rest of the glass panels which were of about equal quality if not size, and once the older man got back control over his emotions, Domeric started thinking about the best ways to sell this new product of his lands.
Myr would no doubt declare him their sworn enemy once they found out that he had taken their monopoly on Glass.
So, he probably had to keep an eye on the Magisters of that city and make sure that they wouldn’t do something foolish like sending an army to his domain or a faceless assassin after him.
If they truly make any plans for such a thing to happen then he would just have to kill all of them in a giant fiery explosion.
He usually avoided killing people who had not directly harmed him or those close to him. But being a head auror had also taught him to be ruthless when it was required of him.
The inspection ended with him thinking about using transfiguration magic to make a glass sculpture made of pure glass. His glass workers would never be able to duplicate it, but it would definitely be a good advertisement.
Something like Robert caving in the chest of Rhaegar Targaryen in the Battle of Trident would definitely put him in good royal graces and get him free taxes over the export of his glass.
And then maybe he could later take similar commissions for a minimum of 100,000 gold dragons? After all, why wouldn’t he?
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POV of [?????]
A girl around 13 namedays old was sleeping peacefully in bed. She was fair, with golden hair and deep blue eyes. She had dimples on her cheeks. But at the moment her breathing was getting weaker and weaker with each passing moment. She was dying.
After a while her breathing stopped, and she died. Or she should have died but a miracle happened, and her breath came back, stronger than ever. But she didn’t wake up immediately. Her brows furrowed and she started muttering something.
A little later her muttering became louder, and she started struggling in bed.
“Mother, father, no… don’t! Please let them go! NOOO!” With a final shout, her eyes opened, and she straightened up in bed.
“Was it a nightmare?” She thought and hoped that everything she went through was a nightmare.
But when she looked around, she realized that she didn’t know where this place was. This room was like a place from old times. The furniture and things in the room also looked like they were from old times, like a room from the medieval era. And it was hot here, not like usually cold London.
“Where am I? Is this some sick joke from the Minister? Didn’t they toss me to Veil? What happened? Where is my mom and dad?” While panicking a little she tried to stand up, but she realized that she couldn’t control her body as usual.
Not because she was sick or tired but because she felt that her body was smaller than usual. She checked her hands and hair and realized that not only was her body smaller, but her hair was also different.
And then reality hit her hard. This wasn’t her body.
“Did my soul travel to this body after the Veil destroyed my body? But why?” She didn’t have time to ponder about it because she suddenly felt a burning pain in the back of her right hand. When she looked at it, she saw a symbol appeared on her skin.
But not an ordinary symbol.
A symbol with a circle, line, and triangle combined.
A symbol that he knew very well from his past.
Symbol of Deathly Hallows.
When the burning pain faded, she found an anomaly at the symbol. The circle and the triangle in the symbol were black but the line was red. She had never seen this kind of representation of the symbol in the past.
The symbol of Deathly Hallows slowly faded after a while but she continued to stare absently at her hand.
“What does all this mean?” she murmured with a low voice.
At that moment, the room’s door opened and a girl with straight black hair, dark eyes, and white pale skin entered the room. When the black hair girl saw her awake, she was surprised for a moment and asked with a cheerful voice after that.
“Sister, are you finally awake? Do you feel uncomfortable anywhere? I can call the maester if you want.”
She was momentarily bewildered by the questions asked quickly. She didn’t know what a maester was, but she thought it might be a doctor.
“Umm… I'm sorry but who are you?” she asked.
“Sis… you are joking, right?”
Comments
Holosagewolf
Well this is strange. The notification for your reply right here keeps reappearing even after i click on it
Mustafa Sungur YAŞAR
Well, I won't give any more spoilers. We have to wait and see.
Dario Adam
Oof. I usually dislike multiple transmigrators, we'll see how this one goes I guess
Holosagewolf
Wait when did she get tossed through? It sounds like she was tossed when she was younger rather then as an adult since her mother died before she even went to hogwarts
Holosagewolf
O.O The perfect match for harry
Mustafa Sungur YAŞAR
Will she find a Crumple-Horned Snorkack in this world?
Holosagewolf
Any hints on the new witch?
