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Chapter 240
🕑 Added 2024-09-29 02:00:07 +0000 UTCIn the villages along the way, they only stop for a few hours but in the town of Berluna, Anders announced that they would stop for a day and night and would leave early the next day. They did arrive early, around 10 in the morning so that meant they had several hours and a whole night to rest in town. They rented rooms in the best inn in town, which wasn’t saying much since there were only two inns in the town of Berluna but the town was still large enough that they could entertain themselves by exploring it.
Anders announced that everyone could eat lunch by themselves and could do whatever they wanted in town. Anton didn’t care what everybody else would do and left immediately after asking for permission from his father. He wanted to purchase a lot of art sculptures from the artists in town. He would enchant them with some of his enchantments and would sell them once they arrived in the city of Whaling.
He knew though that he wouldn’t be able to do his business of buying and selling things in this town since this town was a bit small to support the kind of expenditure that the merchants usually did in conducting business with him.
Anton asked the pedestrian the nearest shop that sells wood or metal sculptures and he was led by the townspeople to the street where the woodworkers and carpenters were located. When he arrived on that street, the woodworkers were mostly selling furniture but there were still some who dabbled in creating wooden sculptures and the only thing he could say was, the woodworkers in the town of Berluna were true artists.
The sculptures they made were gorgeous and even he, who had seen a lot of sculptures of all types since he started enchanting items, was highly impressed so he purchased all the sculptures that he could see to the delight of the woodworkers.
Soon, Anton saw that the woodworkers were outside their shops looking for him since the news somehow spread that a rich stupid young man was buying wooden sculptures. The woodworkers noticed that even though the rich young man purchased a huge amount of sculptures and some of them were large, Anton wasn’t carrying anything and that meant that the young man was truly unimaginably rich since he was carrying a spatial item.
Anton obliged all the woodcrafters and purchased all the sculptures they offered as long as their quality was up to standard. After that, he inquired about the location of shops that sell sculptures made of metal and he was led to the only two blacksmith shops in town. Unfortunately, there were a limited number of metal sculptures there, not even passed five.
The blacksmith informed him that metal sculptures were usually done by commission and since Anton couldn’t do that due to them leaving the next day, he would have to settle for the five metal sculptures that he already purchased.
He wanted to collect more metal sculptures so he could create more stove enchantments since winter was coming. Even now, they were already not using the enchanted items that contained the Frozen Orb air conditioner enchantment and soon they would probably need to use the Fire Wall stove enchantment for heating.
Instead of stopping at a restaurant to eat during lunchtime, Anton decided to rest in the village park and ate one of the stored food in his inventory. While he was eating, he was approached by a group of youths who looked the same age as him.
“Hi, I’m Tristan and these are Paul, Zenock, Trolem, Nannette, and Edna,” Tristan who was one of the village youths said introducing themselves to him.
“Hello, my name is Anton. How can I help you?”
“Your clothes look fine. Are you a noble?” One of the boys asked and Anton remembered that he was named Trolem.
“I don’t know if I can be considered one anymore since the city that gave me the noble title of baron had fallen to the undead,” Anton candidly said since he wanted them to learn that the undead threat was real.
All the youths gasped when they heard what he had said and they all looked at him pityingly, which made Anton laugh.
“Why are you laughing? Are you from one of the cities in the south?” One of the girls asked.
“I was from Zalnothel and the council of wizards there awarded me the title of Baron but even though the city was terrifyingly powerful, it still fell to the Undead Coalition. I laughed because I’m thinking that soon, you all will be just like me, running from the undead trying to find a place where you think you can be safe.”
Every one of them looked worried and Anton guessed that the people in the village were already aware of the threat that was coming and probably was trying their best to ignore it.
“Do you really think that the Undead Coalition will continue their attacks?” One of the boys said.
“Yes. My family isn’t originally from Zalnothel but from the city of Mendi we ran from the undead and reached several cities but we kept on running since every city that we’ve been through was attacked by the undead. Finally, when we arrived in Zalnothel, I thought we reached safety but here we are, still running.”
Anton knew that he was being a downer to the group of youths but everyone needed to be aware of the threat of the Undead Coalition and not live their lives like ostriches burying their heads in the sand hoping that the undead wouldn’t bother to conquer their quaint little town.
The girls in the group started crying and the boys looked faintly angry but looking at them, he knew that they knew they couldn’t be angry with him since he was a victim of the undead as well.
“Why did Zalnothel make you a baron? Is your father the baron and he retired or something?” The possible leader of the group, Tristan, asked trying to divert the topic.
“My father is just a regular farmer. I was awarded the title because I became a powerful mage at a very young age.”
“You’re a wizard?!” One of them gasped and suddenly all of them looked at him like he would suddenly perform a magic trick.
“Can you do some magic for us?” One of the girls asked and Anton suddenly had an urge to show off since something like that would allow them to lift their spirits even for just a while.
The only thing that Anton did was retrieve sweet pastries from his inventory that he purchased from the bakeries in Zalnothel and shared them with everyone then he also retrieved a couple of pitchers of fruit juice and invited everyone to eat. At least that act looked like he was conjuring things from the air.
Surprisingly, the group of youths didn’t even hesitate and began eating the food that Anton shared and for a few minutes, all of them stopped and enjoyed the delicious pastries that he shared with everyone.
After that, everyone thanked him and the village youths went away leaving him alone there. Anton then began walking around to check the sights of the village and admittedly, the small village was beautiful. It was full of trees and flowering plants and the autumn color added to the gorgeousness of the quaint little town. He hoped that the turmoil would skip this beautiful little town but Anton knew that that hope was futile.
Comments
Joey McGowan
That's gotta really suck. Knowing you have no resources or ability to survive fleeing through the wilderness, just trying to ignore an inevitable doom looming over them.
