Chapter 101 – Familiar (Start)
Time rapidly passed by in this manner. In a flash, it was the 5th day.
On this day, Rumont was just inside the Shennong Horn.
The Shennong Horn was awfully strange in that it didn't merely just pass objects in and out. Theoretically, Rumont's body was outside, while inside it was just his spirit. But the treatments or injuries inside would simultaneously be reflected on his physical body.
Within the Shennong Horn, the light globe gave off flames, and was hanging 100 metres above in spilling its sunshine. Rumont gradually noticed that even if the outside had all along been raining, the light globe wouldn't be affected at all. It no longer needed to absorb the outside sunlight.
Rumont was reclining on the ground, and not too distant was that sapling. Within the 5 days, it seemed to have grown no small amount. On the stem, vague tender sprouts that hadn't been bored out for long, could be seen, or the newly grown green, delicate and tender leaves, which exuded a faint fragrance.
The entire region of 15 mu was a wide expanse of space. The fish in the brook also seemed to have grown bigger. The spatial region was a slice of golden yellow, rippling with a faint layer of a halo.
A semi-translucent data screen appeared automatically. The data screen gave off a faint radiance into the horizon, and a large amount of figures appeared in front of Rumont: "the farmlands have already been harvested. Do you wish to recycle?"
"Recycle!" Rumont said.
As the word was said, a green light floated over the ground. Within the green radiance, the wheat stalks decomposed rapidly, transforming into small granules that spilled over the ground, and rapidly became one with the soil.
It was only 5 minutes. The 15 mu of land once again recovered to a fertile and neatly sorted state.
Affixing the sapling with a gaze, Rumont relaxed a breath. It was still like this. Turning around, he again gazed towards the pile of hay.
It was an egg that reflected the light from the sunshine and also without the slightest of activities. This was a Cliff Eagle egg that Miss Eleni had gifted to him, and it had been placed for incubation within the spatial region for a period. But it still was yet to hatch. If it wasn't for the senses of a Druid, that he knew it still contained a life within, he would have long ago lost all hope.
Rumont exited from within the spatial region and opened his eyes, he was currently on top of a tree branch. What entered his eyes then was an expanse of forest. Although it was already the 11th month, it was still an expanse of wilderness.
Above in the heavens, the sun was still hanging up in the sky. The oncoming twilight was not sufficient enough pass through the lush layers of trees and leaves. At another area of the day, multiple layers of black clouds were congregating without dispersing. Furthermore, it was increasingly more conglomerated, amassing into an omen of a storm.
Several birds continued to swoop about in the air, just rushing about in trying to find food. As far as they were concerned, before the storm hit, whether they were able to find food was a matter that was extremely important to them.
After all, in the midst of their nests, they might just have a young hatchling that was waiting for their parents to bring food back. Hence the unceasing swooping, and the endless low flights; they were all for survival.
Rumont stood up and was occupied the high grounds. This was an expanse in forest hills by the human boundary of farmlands. It was roughly a radius of 5 kilometres, which was the area of trees that Sir DeMarco's household had chopped down last time.
Rumont really didn't understand for what reason the Dryads would be so close to the dwelling of humans, the resources never had this kind of recording.
However unquestionably, was that this sapling's origin was right here. It was because a tree that had been chopped for over 36 hours, would the dryad within would then pass away.
It was precisely because of this that after Rumont had hastily finished his activity of harvesting, and satisfying the requirements of the seed sowings, that he had then not bothered with resting, and had hurried to this small forest expanse.
At this moment, he was just in an open area at the fringes of the forest. Even though searching for new Dryads was an extremely uncertain matter, Rumont nevertheless still scoured the area; without a doubt, being futile was normal. Just as he was losing hope, he suddenly noticed a small stretch of trees.
Different to the large majority of withered trees, these few trees still maintained their fundamental greenness. They were more than 2 metres high, their branches were quite thick and broad, the foliages were like that of a willow. When the breeze blew, those supple branches and leaves would then flutter about in the wake of the breeze.
The majority of this plant type was mostly green. However, the supple tips of the branches all had a touch of a pink colouration. An indistinct fragrance was then emitted from branch tips. It dissipated within the air as the winds scattered it away.
In the vicinity of the plants was a stretch of incomparably colourful flowers. Most of the blossoms were a vivid red or a mesmerizing white. The blossoms were enormous, and with a diametre of half a metre. The foliage below the blossoms were similarly a vivid hue of emerald green. It might have been the complementary of red and green, or possibly the alternation of green and white, it looked unusually beautiful when viewed upon.
When the breeze blew, they would sway about gently. A strong and not at all disgusting, but instead bewildering scent, would continuously be emitted from the flowers.
Odd, what kind of plant is this? Rumont pondered.
It was at this time, that a few small animals below which looked quite cute, were just carefully foraging within the vicinity. The frigid winter days were approaching. Prior to it, they needed to obtain as much as possible; the last batch of food for the year.
Two of the wild rabbits that had grey fur all over were apparently interested in the mushrooms that grew in between the green plants and flowers, bounding towards the surroundings of the plants.
One of them just arrived below one of the green plants. A weird scene then appeared. The stems of the green plant that had all along flutter about with the winds, had surprisingly humanized and stretched forward. Even though the reactions of the wild rabbit was quite fast, it was still not as fast as the several branches; it was bounded up by the branches in a flash.
The power of the wild rabbits within the forest wasn't weak in fact. At the same time that the body of this wild rabbit was ensnared, it had ferociously struggled and shedded off the bindings. It had surprisingly jumped out.
Dropping onto the ground, a wound unexpectedly appeared at the area that had just been ensnared by the branches. Another small rabbit that wanted to bounce over was then scared of the green plant, and could only watch anxiously at a distance.
Watching them attentively, the injured rabbit then lamely hobbled over to the other side and just when it was on the verge of reaching its companion's location, it met with another variation.
And this time, the rabbit was not as fortunate as last time. This time, without waiting for its reaction, its former location only had the remains of a bloodstain. And in the space above, a huge blossom had just closed its petals. On the originally pure white flower petals, trickles of blood were just trickling down.
After the flower petals had shut, some object within it was struggling violently. However, quite soon, that struggling was becoming all the more less. Finally, what remained within the flower petals was the quiet sounds of grinding that belonged to the the blossom itself.
Personally witnessing the miserable death of its companion, the remaining rabbit was immediately startled into jumping to another area. Yet on the way from escaping, it was inattentively snared by a green plant. Furthermore, it was quickly enveloped by countless of branches that had stretched forward.
When the branches of the green plant dispersed, a white skeleton that was so clean without even the slightest of blemishes, had already crashed to the ground and shattered into a fine powder. As for the large closed-up blossom with white petals, it also abruptly opened up its petals and spat the bit of bone refuse out.
Looking carefully, it actually wasn't that hard to discover. The surroundings of these emerald green plants, as well as the vivid and innocent blossoms, whether intact or shattered, had the many scatterings of animal corpses and bones. And the more remains an area had, the more lush the plants were growing; the blossoms were also more vivid.
These plants that appeared to be beautiful would unexpectedly have such intrinsic quality!
At an place not too far from the area, Rumont's eyes were wide open. After a good while, he sobered up and felt his forehead, a hand of cold perspiration.
"Man-eating plants? Why would this place have such a plant?" Rumont gazed at the scenic region that already returned to normal, the cold sweat kept flowing from his forehead. He was deeply rejoicing that himself didn't rashly go over just then.
As one could well imagine, if the first one to go other was him, then it was quite possible that the current Rumont would have otherwise become the eaten meal of the man-eating plants. Either that, he would be the sorry figure that was riddled with scars as he escaped. Both these results weren't what he wished to witness.
Rumont again gazed at the several green plants that had already recovered is flattering beauty, and its lightly fluttering branches. He also looked over at the scene of wickedly beautiful blossoms. Shaking his head, he felt that searching for new plants was admittedly important, but his own small life was even more important. Ever since he witnessed the situation just moments ago, the current him that was rejoicing inside, had long ago given up the idea of gathering them up into his spatial region.
At this moment, the light threads in the surrounding had already darkened. Rumont lifted his head and then discovered that the hot sun that was barely hanging within the skies and emitting a radiance, had at this time already been covered by the amassing dark clouds.
It looked like this storm was imminent. Rumont promptly ran towards his own temporary abode.
His temporary abode was in fact a residence of a deforester. Rumont unexpectedly discovered a good few new plants on the road back. One type was a grass with complimentary blue and white, growing small yet delicately in a field. Although it was slightly wilted, it was still impressive enough. However, the specific uses weren't clear.
After Rumont had determined that there weren't any dangers, he had then collected it into the spatial region. Even though he couldn't plant them, he could still deposit it into the region for seeds. And just as he was closely examining his surroundings again, at a time he was inspecting whether there were still new plants he had yet to discover, there was a sudden jolt within the spatial region. A message was transmitted to him.
Rumont was then startled. The spatial region that he was familiar with, why would it suddenly have such a strange action? When he saw that the surroundings had no dangers, he then went and submerged his mind into the spatial region, searching for the origin of the unusual activity.
And not too long ago, at a corner within Rumont's spatial region, a bird type egg was suddenly rocking. Afterwards, a delicate small beak could then be seen, it had actually poked out a small opening, and was sticking out from within the shell……
A shaggy thing that looked like a chicken had exited, and was then calling out a "ji ji1" sound.
This was a calling, calling for the attention of its parents. It sounded out again and again, becoming increasingly more urgent.
The outside light was faint, yet within Rumont's spatial region, the sunshine was still brightly illuminating. The several herb fields were still growing as luxuriantly as before, they swayed about when a breeze beckoned, and they emitted a burst of medicinal fragrance.
As for the brook, the water also flowed onward as before. Though the water wasn't shallow, the base was clearly seen, each of the smooth round rocks that had been grinded down were shining with chaotic colours under the sunshine, looking exceedingly dazzling.
Above the brook were butterflies that continuously flew about, as well as honeybees with a buzzing sound. They mutually intertwined while dancing about in the breeze and under the sunshine.
But all of this was of no use to the small life. Its voice was increasingly more miserable. "Ji ji" sounds echoed within the region, but there was no response all along.
Different to the birds from Earth, this thing that was like a small chick had unexpectedly dropped tears in a pa pa manner after a long period without receiving a response from its parents. It no longer cried out. After resting a bit, it began to struggle towards the eggshell.
Under the situation of having no parents, the newborn life had no choice but to eat the eggshell to obtain its life's first ever meal, and accumulate the energy for the next step. Even if the effort from this kind of animal was a waste; as often a day later, the newly born would then starve or perhaps be treated as a meal by other animals.
–
1. [嘰嘰 – caw caw? >_>]↩
Chapter 102 – Familiar (End)
However, in the end, it did not need to struggle like this to live.
The interior of the spatial region lit up. Rumont materialized out of thin air within the region, and began to search all around for the origin of the jolt.
Quite soon, he then discovered the cause of the jolting within a corner of the spatial region. At that place, there was just a swaying object. The glance of an eyeful had then attracted his entire attention.
As a result, Rumont no longer examined the other situations within the spatial region, and instead had arrived in front of the small thing that was swaying about. Afterwards, he squatted down and gazed at it, his face displayed a pleasantly surprised expression.
This was a small being, it was just struggling and wobbling about on the ground, crawling over towards the eggshell. A beak was surrounded by small, delicate, and fine feathers; it looked extremely cute.
This egg was a Cliff Eagle egg that Rumont had recently placed conveniently within the spatial region. After the period of a month, this little guy had surprisingly broken out of its shell today. Because he wasn't too clear of the incubation period of a Cliff Eagle, and furthermore, there was a major differentiation between the temperature within the spatial region and to the outside world, thus Rumont basically did not anticipate the welcoming of this small one's arrival today. Thus, today when it was born, it was absolutely regarded as a joyous accident for Rumont.
When Rumont was facing it as it went over, that small Cliff Eagle was just starting to use its delicate small beak and peck the shell. However, it could be because its strength wasn't enough, or it could be that the eggshell was too hard, not the slightest amount of movement was seen when the small beak of the Cliff Eagle pecked at it.
Rumont leaned his body downwards and extended his hands out. Just as it came into contact, the small Cliff Eagle immediately shrieked out "ji ji" again, obviously having discovered Rumont. Although its voice wasn't as resounding as just then, it was still filled with expectations.
Rumont was looking carefully. This was a bird that was still slightly wet and slimy. The wet and slimy feathers were stuck against the bird's head. A pair of eyes that were half opened, appeared to have seen Rumont and something significant flashed in its mind, it then gazed at him immediately. Afterwards, the entire body faced Rumont and dashed towards him. Only, its steps were too teetering and after a short distance, it had unexpectedly fallen over.
Rumont was finding it strange and also a bit funny watching this fellow, that would be soaring within the air and become the king of the skies in the future, be at this time be simple-minded and juvenile in appearance. He was watching as it threw itself in front of him, before carefully and expectantly using its beak to peck at his own fingers, furthermore issuing another "ji ji" sound.
Rumont understood that all birds would have this characteristic of imprinting the first thing it saw from birth as its mother. Hence, he had gently stroked the eaglet's head twice with his fingers. At this time, this eaglet that would in the future become the king of the skies, had actually closed its eyes in comfort, seeming to have obtained an enormous feel of security. But after a moment, Rumont abruptly discovered its tiny long beak was again incessantly calling towards himself.
Rumont grasped ahold of it, and it also obediently stayed within Rumont's hand, merely its mouth was still incessantly calling "ji ji"!
Currently, it had no distinction from a chick, it was sure to be hungry.
Though Rumont's expression did not show much change, his emotions had long been in an unsettled state. Full of expectations and excitement. After all, if this Cliff Eaglet was able to grow up smoothly, it was sure to become an assistant to him.
Promptly running to the brook bank, and he first cupped a bit of water. The small object avariciously opened its beak wide and welcomed the water.
When it had drunken a few mouthfuls, it started to call out "ji ji" again.
Momentarily, he didn't have any meat. Rumont then settled his eyes on the fish within the brook. These fishes were currently quite plump. Furthermore living in a safe environment, they did not have a high vigilance.
Thinking it over, Rumont found and took ahold of the machete from that time, at the area where he specifically kept items on the floor. This was a superior machete from Earth, it was specifically used to deal with countryside situations, and was extremely sharp. He then returned to the brook bank again.
The sediment flowing in the waters was practically clear. The water contained several types of fishes. Rumont squatted by the bank and waited a moment. He ferociously sliced.
To the previous year, his skills had greatly changed. Though this single slice was to the side, it was still slicing half the side. These fishes immediately struggled.
Rumont's hand jumped out, and a single fish had then fallen with a "pa" to the ground.
Taking ahold of the fish he had palmed to death, he then tore off a piece of fish. The small thing was then unable to wait and opened its beak wide open, struggling to "ji ji" call.
The more Rumont gazed at it, the more he was fond of it. Seeing that it was obviously and greatly hungry, he promptly passed over a piece of fish. The Cliff Eaglet was neither polite, swallowing it whole in one bite. Afterwards, it seemed rather satisfied with this kind of flavour. After eating it, it again invested its desirous gaze towards Rumont.
Rumont could only once again feed it another piece of fish. Similarly, the Cliff Eaglet extended its neck and swallowed. Afterwards, it attentively gazed with desire once again. The entire plump fish was then eaten in this manner. Eventually, when only the head, tail and its organs was left behind, it had finally stuffed itself.
Rumont placed it back into the former vicinity of the eggshell, which had dry hay. The small thing then laid on top of it; evidently resting.
When Rumont again recovered his mind, he discovered his entire body was soaked; it was evident that he had been drenched by the rain. Lifting his head to look, he then discovered that dark clouds had densely covered the entire sky; with no known signs of when the weather would clear.
Rumont then changed out of his soaked clothes and placed it within the spatial region. He then also changed into another set of clothes. The wet clothes was then placed under the shining fire globe within the spatial region, it would dry up in a short amount of time.
Rumont waited a short period, waiting until the weather cleared. He then started taking some crystal powder out, and searched for a location where he could then began to etch out a line.
According to sources, the original Druids could rely entirely on their own strength to then form a contract. But the burden, when all was said and done was great, it was a method with a low success rate. Until now, not only a Druid, even a Wizard or Mage, would similarly be able to possess a monster familiar. Of course, what they called a monster familiar was the same as what a Druid called an animal companion.
Gradually, the earth displayed a pattern. The crystal powder fragments, under the sunset, reflected specks of flashing lights. A circular magic array was sketched out on the ground. Without the slightest of hesitations, Rumont added innumerable amounts of materials to then quickly finished array.
At the very end, the empty centre position of the array was then stabbed with a tree branch that Rumont had broken from the surroundings. Shortly, a green beam of radiance was flowing from the centre and quickly filled the entire array.
Suddenly at the same time, the air above the entire array also emitted a green radiance. The contract array was completed.
After Rumont learnt of the Cliff Eagle egg, he had then prepared this collection. It was now truly complete.
Casually grabbing with his hand, the Cliff Eaglet had then been grabbed out. Suddenly having its environment changed, it emitted out uneasy "ji ji" sounds. But in a flash when it sensed a familiar and intimate presence, it didn't call out.
Back on Earth, Rumont was extremely fond of this sort of bird. They left their flock to find their own home; lofty precipices being their roosting habitat. Their powerful wings, and their keen sharp eyes, were well-known features of all bird kinds.
They could clearly scan without errors at a high altitude to determine fleeing prey. They had a sharp lofty hooked beak, and a pair of large yet power claws. They also had a heavenly bestowed pair of wings for flight. Along with a keen mind, these were the superior and effective qualities that a skilled Cliff Eagle would have for hunting.
And in this world, this kind of Cliff Eagle, when they matured, would have a wingspan that unfurled to 4 metres, and could carry a person. This kind was simply a collection of mobility, assault, and a scout all in one body. It was precisely what Rumont liked about them. Thinking that he was on the verge of signing a contract with a Cliff Eaglet, he was even more psyched up.
There were many kinds of contracts, but as Rumont regarded it, there were very few options. The reason was quite simple. He was a Druid; he was limited to a few types. He had selected one where they would share a bit of their strengths, and did not involve each other's inner mind. Furthermore, in the later days, they could mutually dissolve the contract. Rumont then began reciting in silence.
Receiving the sacred incantation, the array gradually condensed a silent and deeply profound power of Nature. This power of Nature was so tremendous that Rumont appeared to feel as he was in a vast ocean. His spirit gradually appeared out and created a resonance with the Cliff Eaglet.
The Cliff Eaglet was greatly startled at the start, but it then complied when it sensed Rumont's will. It was not in the least bit afraid, approaching intimately.
This then assured success.
The sacred incantations continued, it was evidently quite long and tedious. It accumulated the power of the syllables altogether in the array, and increasingly strengthened the connection with the Cliff Eaglet. Eventually, it revealed a mysterious rune. In a flash, Rumont knew that this was the rune for contracts.
Practically at the next moment, the contract was established. Rumont could sense a trace of his power flowing into the Cliff Eaglet's body and practically at the same time, there was also a trace of power flowing into his own body.
In the following moment, his spiritual domain transmitted a feeling of intense regret of parting. This was the Cliff Eaglet's spirit.
Rumont also sent back a power filled with tender feelings and of protection. The small fellow was immediately filled with joy.
In regards to this, Rumont was precisely its entirety.
Succeeding and seeing this, Rumont relaxed a long breath and again accompanied the little fellow for a while. Rumont then place the Cliff Eaglet into the spatial region once more. The outside word was still too dangerous to a little fellow that had just been born. It needed to grow up a bit more first.
Thinking it over and over, Rumont decided to catch another rabbit.
Don't belittle this kind of Cliff Eaglet that was recently born. In the end, it was a wild fowl that ate an enormous quantity of food and grew extremely quickly. Furthermore, obtaining a supply of strength from Rumont, it would develop in a short amount of time. Additionally, it would also have the equivalent intelligence of a human 5 or 6 year old.
The problem of food was not a small one. He carried his own sword and started to search in the vicinity. It was late autumn, but because this place was originally rich in plants and water, it hence had quite the amount of wild rabbits. And in the end, there were quite a few warren of rabbits that searched for their final meals. Rumont soon discovered a target.
It was a wild rabbit. Precisely at this time, it was at a meadow not that far away from Rumont, eating the grass with its head down. Rumont cautiously and prudently walked towards the wild rabbit.
However, though his actions were gentle, it ultimately still alerted the rabbit. Hearing the sounds of movement, the rabbit that was just eating the grass with its head down was suddenly startled before then bouncing off. Turning its body and bounding off, it neither looked at what it was.
How would Rumont let the rabbit in his hand run away? Seeing that the rabbit's speed was quite fast, his arm flickered, he had directly thrown his sword over. In one movement, he had pierced the rabbit into the ground.
Because he grasped his strength just right, the rabbit’s life was already lost the moment the sword inserted into the rabbit's neck.
Slightly proud of himself as he walked forward, he then pulled his sword and returned it. His own skill had advanced considerably, in comparison to a year prior.
He carried the rabbit over to the river bank and carefully skinned it. Afterwards, he used his sword to cut it into small pieces and placed it within the spatial region. This was the Cliff Eaglet's next meal———fresh meat could be placed within the spatial region for an extended period.
–
Chapter 103 – Exchange (Start)
Courtyard of Baronet DeMarco's house.
"Fafnir, come then. Let me see your true strength!" bellowed some man, while advancing with sword in grasp. In his hand, this longsword was as if it was alive, twinkling with a cold light.
Fafnir's right hand grasped his sword, his eyes held a concentrated look. A dash sounded. Throwing himself over.
"Cheng1!" sounded the longswords as they intersected.
The duo launched attacks respectively without ever stopping. After a while, Fafnir began to give up ground. But he persistently held on and did not give up.
As for Owenna, she was by the side and staring in rapture.
At the top of the stairs, Rumont and Baronet DeMarco were just watching. At this time, Sir DeMarco's expression was serene and deep as he attentively watched the battle below. His mouth spoke of the history of a Knight: "Mister Rumont, a standard Knight's armour would be equipped with a helmet, breastplate, armguards and legguards. The entire body would be completely protected that it could even defend against crossbows. As a result, the armour weight of a Knight is also astonishing, it will basically reach a weight of 25 kilograms."
"With this kind of weight, an enormous demand is required of the horses, which is why Knight households would be eager for high quality horses. Additionally, they would emphasize the lineage of a horse. Only the ancient horses of a divine horse lineage will have these kinds of traits, able to bear the burden of a heavy Knight with ease."
Rumont nodded and listened attentively.
"However, in the final analysis, it's still a Knight's fundamental capability. If they don't have at least a Rank of 5 or beyond, the excessively heavy burden will instead lead to a Warrior losing their combat prowess. There have been many times when a Warrior that have yet reach Rank 5, that have worn on a Knight's full armour into battle. The results were that they were speared off their horses by a long spear, before getting cut down———after falling down, they wouldn't be able to crawl even if they wanted."
"Sir DeMarco, then how do you reach Rank 5 eh? Also the so-called battle qi, what is it?" Rumont seriously asked. He glanced at Owenna, she was engrossed with watching the battle; an expression of incomparable concentration.
Baronet DeMarco praisingly said: "battle qi is divine favour. If we talk about Rank 1 and 2 Warriors, it is merely the training of techniques and of the muscles. Rank 3 and 4 Warriors, after a long period of training, their internal physiques have already accumulated energy, but this energy, is still classified within a normal person's limit. Only the with utmost piety and convictions, would they then be able ignite this energy within the body, and refine it to a higher tier, resulting in battle qi. Once one produces battle qi, even if it is a 25 kilo armour, it still go from being heavy into being bearable; allowing Warriors to freely utilize their own energy, and additionally exhibit their truest might. 200 years ago, Qatar2 the third of my country, had once lead 370 Knights in wearing heavy armour, in an assault of routing 26,000 enemies. It is a glorious masterpiece."
"Does it have to be the utmost piety and convictions?" Rumont couldn't help but be amazed. He unrelentingly asked: "isn't there a specific promotion method?"
"You can say there is, but there's basically no difference. Battle qi is faith and the perfect refinement of the body. This was originally a secret, but 200 years ago, through the10th war against the Demons, this was then announced to everyone by the Church for the Lord of Radiance. However, even if this is done, those that could advance to Rank 5 is still a tiny few." Baronet DeMarco said with a sigh. Abruptly, he fixed his gaze and revealed a thin smile: "……oh, seems like outcome is determined. However, your Commander truly is at the standard of a Rank 3 Warrior. I can sense that within his body, energy is already beginning to consolidate……"
In the courtyard, Fafnir repeatedly drew back in a battered and exhausted manner, it was evident his strength was exhausted.
The pair retrieved their swords and genuflected towards the people standing above the staircase.
This time when Rumont came, not only was it an expression for an apology to Baronet DeMarco, he had even brought along Fafnir to consult martial skills against the Knight household. As for Baronet DeMarco, he was also quite generous in giving out pointers.
But when he entered though, Rumont met with a big headache; he saw a certain Lady.
Lady Pelly's3 husband was a Hereditary Knight, who possessed 5 Knight estates, as well as a manor within a city. But 2 years prior, he then let go of the secular world, leaving behind the estates, and a huge amount of properties to his only son.
But this legacy would naturally be safely entrusted to another before the son was fully 18 years of age. As for the guardian, it was precisely the Lady as it should be by all rights.
In regards to such a Lady, Rumont could only beam a smile.
Lady Pelly was roughly 30 years or so, her stature was tall and with a beautiful countenance. She measured Rumont from top down and revealed a thin smile: "oh, Rumont? I seem to have heard of you. Mm, I remember now. A 16 year old genius Druid, Rank 3! However, it's said that you're of a common background?"
This question was just a touch impolite, but Rumont spoke plainly: "yes!"
"No wonder, this won't do. Each and every movement of yours gives off an uncouth vibe. If you don't specifically learn etiquette rules, along with dance moves, you'll have quite the difficulty in entering the upper society later on. Especially during the first time of officially entering into the social world, if by chance you gave a bad impression, then you'll need to spend quite a bit of effort to eliminate it."
Rumont couldn't help but be embarrassed.
Baronet DeMarco then laughed and said: "aiya, Lady Pelly, currently this place isn't your etiquette class. Come now, why are you so idle that you can come to the country this time?"
Lady Pelly laughed: "isn't it because of Sandeman’s4 daughter, she wanted me to groom her. I had some time and thus came here for a look."
Rumont promptly retreated a bit into the distance. Sitting on the sofa, he then saw Owenna. Owenna went to his side and sat down, saying: "aiya, Rumont, she's a believer of the Love and Beauty Goddess, Ynes5. Of course, she's also an etiquette specialist within the city. The nobility households in the city, and even the nearby estates, they all wish to invite her for instructing."
It turns out it was just an occupational disease. Rumont suddenly realized and gave a grin: "it was really frightening just then."
"It's already not that bad. In regards to men, there's a limit to the etiquette they can learn after all. It's because men are world-renowned via power and intelligence; this was said by the great Libita6. But in regards to a girl, etiquette, dance, expressions, bearing, speech, grace, dressing and such, are all an intricate school of knowledge." Owenna lowered her voice and complained: "better than learning this, I'm more fond of swords and cavalry. Of course, luckily I'm 14 years of age and I've gone from a lady to a Knight, otherwise, I don't know if I'll be bored to death."
Evidently, this maiden had also once been strictly "educated". Rumont couldn't help but sympathize. He suddenly thought of something and asked: "you said that she's a believer of the Love and Beauty Goddess, Ynes, right?"
Owenna blushed while staring into his eyes: "hrumph, I knew men would have such an interest in this. However, making a lady respond to such a question is really too lacking in manners."
Saying this, she stood up and left, shortly making Rumont unable to make head or tail of it.
Over an hour, Lady Pelly took her leave and departed. When she went, she swept her gaze to Rumont and said: "aiya, Mister Rumont, if you want to polish your social skills, please come find me at number 15 Mountain street at the city."
Rumont responded politely and watched her depart.
"Rumont, I heard you want to go to the city once?" asked Baronet DeMarco.
"That's right, it's nearly the end of the year. I need to go to the Adventurers Guild at least once, after all, I am a registered member." Rumont replied: "I also have some friends to visit."
"Since it's like that, then I won't persuade you to stay any longer." seeing that the day wasn't early, Baronet DeMarco also spoke quite generously: "later on when you come here to play, I'll readily welcome you here."
"Many thanks, Sir."
After a moment, Rumont then lead on with Fafnir in mounting their horses, journeying towards the city.
The range of Appleseed city wasn't big, the permanent population was about 10,000. But the non residential population was also about 10,000 or more; half of which were merchants and sailors that came and went.
This was Viscount Salwen's7 heritage.
In this world, a Viscount wasn't merely a type of nobility rank, its position was below an Count and was already a powerful vassal state. Its position and power was above the vast majorities of Barons.
Viscount Salwen's territorial area really wasn't big, but it was still roughly 300 square kilometres. Most importantly was that it possessed a vast coastline and further had an excellent port. Relying on trades from the sea, the city developed quite rapidly and became the jewel of Paquette region; its power was barely below Paquette region's Count Campling8.
From the Knight's estate to the city, it was roughly a half-day's journey. The pair spurred their horses and galloped. By midday, they had entered the outskirts of the Viscount's territory. When it was 2 in the afternoon, they had arrived at the city entrance.
"Even though I've been to the city a few times, it's still so imposing!" the country bumpkin Fafnir was quite expressive of this matter.
Rumont pretended to not know, but was secretly laughing. Besides the first time, the other times didn't cause any amazement. After all, on Earth, there were many more bigger cities than this. Even a town would have 50,000 people. This city of 20,000 was barely anything!
For the sake of holding his laughter, Rumont could only invest his gaze towards the middle of the city and say: "Fafnir, the Adventurers Guild isn't open at night, I'll go and settle my promotion first!"
Fafnir deeply thought it was so. The pair spurred their horses to the Adventurers Guild and also handed over their horses to the welcoming servants. Under the envious gazes of Adventurers, they entered the grand hall.
Quite soon, they arrived at the location for handling business matters.
Similar to the past, a few people were just in front of booths for consultations and inquiries, or handling business matters.
Moments later, it was then Fafnir's turn to go up. The next one in line was then Rumont.
Rumont displayed his Adventure card.
"Your identity has already been confirmed and verified, you are a Rank 3 Druid. But you've only accomplished 5 missions this year, you haven't reached 10 points. Please finish this quickly, otherwise you'll then have the dangers of losing your qualifications as an Adventurer!" the lady inside said.
He was going to faint. There was still this matter.
The female seeing Rumont's gloomy expression, also laughed and said: "actually, reaching 10 points is quite easy. You're a Rank 3 Druid, you can take on Rank 2 prestige missions. This way you can immediately increase your points."
"Oh, let me browse through the missions related to a Druid then." Rumont said.
"Okay, please select." after a moment, each of the missions related to a Druid was taken out. A large majority was to inspect crops at farmlands, eliminating pests and there were also ones for treating family pets……Rumont looked through casually. All of a sudden, a certain mission attracted his attention.
"A Druidic exchange mission. Requires Rank 3 and above. Possessing a forest or estate. 15 points."
Exchange? Perfect. Himself also needed an exchange. Rumont selected this mission without the slightest of hesitations.
"The mission has already been filed. Within a month, there will be Druids that come forth for exchanges. Hopefully you'll receive them with sincerity and finish the mission entrusted to the Guild!" said the female, as she filed it away.
–
1. [鐺]↩
3. [佩裏 – Pei Li]↩
5. [伊妮絲 – Yi Ni Si]↩
7. [薩爾文 – Sa Er Wen]↩
8. [坎普林 – Kan Pu Lin]↩
Chapter 104 – Exchange (End)
Just exiting from the Adventurers Guild, Rumont and Fafnir were both startled.
A squad of soldiers just happened to pass by. They wore iron helmets and light armour, with a broadsword at their waist, and a shield in their arms. The one leading rode on a war-horse, and worse the heavy armour of a Knight; looking imposing and prestigious while surveying around.
Embossed on the helmet was surprisingly a symbol of a blue sail; there was a crown above it. Both were adorned with ribbons, and draped with a medal each.
Having been in this world for so long, Rumont was still ignorant, neither knowing that this was the insignia of royalty, of Friedel's1 household.
400 years prior, the famous hero Mechta2 was an expert in naval battles. During the purging war of Demons, he had established awe-inspiring military services. As a result, he was in a position to establish Icicle Kingdom along the coast. In this world, a Kingdom was not at all big, it wasn't at the extent of an Empire.
Truly being able to meddle in the Realm of the Gods of the secular world, the so-called united Empire was then turned into a fabrication.
Thus, from the resources of 100 years ago, of those that was mentioned, the total area of the Kingdom Rumont was positioned in was but 55,000 square kilometres. Including the Kingdom's capital, there was a total of 7 regions.
Only, according to the records, Edmé3 City (region) and Pulan4 region, they were the territory of royalty. Especially Pulan region, it was a land of fertile plains. It was the production centre of crops within the nation; it was also teemed with grapes and olives. As a matter of fact, it had long become the main territory for the royal household.
Oyena5 region and Ellingsen6 region were districts that the influential powers of royalty had reached. Furthermore, they also possessed a portion of the land.
As for the 3 regions of Paquette, Rumka7 and Derdague, they were respectively seized by the Counts. Only, it was acknowledged to nominally serve the King; it was basically autonomous.
This region was precisely Paquette region. It was usually self-governed by the alliance of Count Campling and all the Ranks of nobilities. At what time would the King's army be able enter the region in an imposing manner?
Associating and recalling to mind the increase in Adventurers at Briar Forest, Rumont had a faint idea just strike him, as he pondered the relationships. Fafnir then asked: "Rumont, let's go. Didn't you say you wanted to go to Kramp's company to see Banner and Fletcher?"
Rumont's train of thought was cut short. He scratched his head and then said: "alright then, we'll head there now."
On Earth, the potholes in the streets of the cities in the Middle Ages weren't leveled, they would accumulate water throughout the year, making it utterly muddy. But in this world, there was still the basics of having a sewer, and furthermore, the cities would have a janitor assigned full time for the task of being in charge of cleaning the streets.
Presently, heading to the side of the street, storefronts were all opening, becoming countless of small stores.
Rumont and Fafnir led the way. The pedestrians in the street weren't that many, occasionally they would see 1 or 2 statue fountains. Though the city was quite small, it was currently assembling a large amount of Merchants and Adventurers.
"We're here, Kramp's Company!" Rumont looked around and said.
Within the city, Kramp's Company was neither big nor small, it possessed its own small building.
Waiting for Rumont and Fafnir to walk up, there was an attendant that then came forward: "welcome, I hope to be of service to you two sirs!"
"I'm Rumont, please notify your master." Rumont said and entered inside. The centre of the grand hall could be said to be decorated with distinct elegance. The walls were imbued with delicate, and relatively lucid motifs, the counters and sofas all displayed a type of ambience.
The person simply went behind the reception counter to say a few words, before leading them to a room on the next floor. He then lightly knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" Banner's voice sounded from behind the door.
"Sir, there's two guests looking for you, called Rumont and Fafnir."
It was only a minute and the room door was then opened. After seeing clearly who were standing at the door, Banner then laughed and said: "welcome welcome, please come in you two. What brings you here today?"
"Oh, I went to the Adventurers Guild once, and also want to settle the payments for next year." Rumont wasn't polite as he sat down on the sofa.
Annual closing, it seemed to be a convention of many societies, of many Kingdoms, of many worlds. This place was no exception. It was presently the 11th month, currently settling the accounts was a tad early, but it was neither ridiculous.
Banner was startled and said: "that's good!"
He held out an account book and after a bit of calculating, he then said: "Mister Rumont, the total amount of transactions between us is now 11. The two major transaction of herbs was a rather large amount. But you currently still owe 615 gold coins."
Hearing this figure, Fafnir's eyebrows jumped. A year ago, the pair greatly worried over a trivial 300 silver coins. Currently, this sum of money converted to silver coins would be over 6000. Yet the manner of tone wasn't taking it seriously.
Rumont heard this and played it down: "if there's no mishap in the coming year, then the estate will then be able to harvest some provisions. I've estimated that before the harvesting of the winter wheat, I'll still require 2 batches of provisions and materials. Can you add it to the costs!"
"If it's similar to the past times, and because of the recent inflations, you'll still need roughly 250 gold coins or so." Banner calculated and replied.
"I can also, before the 6th month of next year, provide to you 2 batches of herbs, it's all supplied from the greenhouse. I believe you ought to understand that the quality won't be in the least bit inferior." Rumont thought it over and said: "the quantity is about 5 percent more that last time!"
"More by 5 percent!" Banner inhaled a cold breath, this would be a massive quantity: "if it's like this, I'll buy each batch for 300 gold coins, how's that?"
Rumont paused for a moment and agreed. Shortly it made Banner display a smile. The business with Rumont in the coming year would profit him no small amount eh!
Rumont also asked casually: "by the way, why has there been an inflation of provisions and materials in the recent time eh?"
"Yeah, it's inflated a bit ah. Not only provisions, even herbs as well!" Banner responded.
"Since it's like this, there's sure to be some sort of movement. If there's a chance, don't forget to collaborate with me, alright!" Rumont seemed to reference something as he spoke.
By becoming a Rank 3 Druid and obtaining a secure base of operations afterwards, Rumont could finally take a breather. He could finally settle down and get on with his pursuits on the great lands of this world. His former experiences and abilities from Earth could also be brought into play gradually.
The cities of this world would often be on a small scale. The Kingdom capital neither had a population over 50,000. It was reported that in the entire continent, there were only a mere handful of cities with a population that surpassed 100,000. Commonly, a city was between 5000 and 20,000 people.
As such, the current production levels of this world were suitably adapted. At the time, a city of 10,000 people would require 3000 tonnes of food each year, which assumes that the surrounding agricultural villages would require 20,000 mu, just to be able to provide for the city dwellers.
The figure wasn't known, but once figured out, it was known to be about 100 villages.
Normally, some regulated pricing would be maintained. But with the current and obvious inflations, there was evidently some problem at hand.
Hearing Rumont speak like this, Banner was immediately alarmed, and sized up Rumont. This kind of simple speculation, with the current level of intelligence in this world, and at a position such as Rumont's, was already an unfathomable insight.
Fafnir, for example, wouldn't have been able to think of such a problem.
This kind of association was just barely perceived by Banner, who was a veteran merchant, and further taking advantage of. Hearing these words, his evaluation of Rumont was even raised another level. He had slight hesitations within his thoughts as he said: "indeed it's like this. The city is storing up provisions, and many materials are also being collected."
Afterwards, he then shut his mouth without saying anymore.
In the end, Rumont was an outsider, it wasn't appropriate to speak anymore; he wouldn't have a deep comprehension of it. Seeing that Banner had a slight dreading appearance, he felt strange inside. A moment passed when he then said again: "I want to prepare a few gifts."
"Oh, who are you gifting?" Banner recovered his spirit and asked.
"The first one is naturally given to my territorial Lord, nominally I'm classified as part of his retinue!" Rumont said composedly.
"But of course, I'll assess the gift." Banner laughed, in regards to such a situation for Rumont, the continent had a set of customs.
"The next gift is for the second miss, Eleni. Put a bit more thought to this one though, the price can go up to 100 gold coins!"
"One hundred!" everyone at the scene was startled. This was equivalent to the taxation of a village in half a year, this wasn't a light gift ah!
"There's still uh, one for Jeff and Mort, also a gift for Mister Sackville and Baronet DeMarco." these then were humble gifts, merely expressing friendship.
"The last one then, is for the people of my estate, divided into 2 types for the autonomous and the tenants; a new year's gift for each household. After all, it's the first year of establishment for the estate, it's a special case!" Rumont said the last words with a bitter smile. As the Lord, he still needed a justification for being benevolence, otherwise it would have the opposite reaction.
For the last item, Banner, sure enough was slightly disapproving of it. But the justifications was still barely acceptable, and he had also agreed.
Finally, some small gifts were also purchased for the two families of Fafnir and Nick, making him bring it over before the end of the year. This brought the total worth to be about 200 gold coins; causing Fafnir to be greatly in pain. But in regards to Rumont, he was indifferent to it. With the spatial region of the Shennong Horn, was he still scared of not making enough money in the future?
Seeing that there wasn't anything else, they took their leave and departed.
Just as they exited, Fafnir had an uncertain expression as he looked over, in which he then saw two people walk by on the streets.
One wore the armour of a Knight, whose age was roughly 27 or 28. He had long golden hair, and had a resolute expression. But the deepest impression given to Rumont was the armour. Looking at its appearance, this armour was at least 30 kilograms, yet he moved unobstructed while wearing it; just as he was wearing leather armour.
A formidable Warrior. He was at least Rank 5 or above. Rumont didn't even dare to use his spiritual eyes for inspection.
The other person was a female and couldn't be said to be a maiden. It was because her appearance wasn't over the age of 20, but her temperament and expression was absolutely not that of a 20 year old. She wore a pure white gown of a Priest, and the gown was painted with the insignia of the Sun God. A shocking sight of 6 silver lines. Without a doubt, she was a Priest for the Lord of Radiance, and was furthermore a Rank 6 Priest.
A Holy Warrior and Priest?
Although Rumont had long heard of it, this was still his first time in seeing it.
Rumont seemed to be in thought, but in the next moment, he patted Fafnir and asked: "Fafnir, your Rank 3 Warrior exam, have you already passed it?"
Fafnir had a wide grin: "I've already passed."
Truly a genius ah, thought Rumont. He currently already knew that Fafnir, having reached this stage, was such a genius; his own self had depended on the Shennong Horn spatial region just to achieve Rank 3. Being able to rely on himself for tempering, he was simply a natural-born Warrior. Thinking of this, Rumont's mind was joyous, patting his shoulder: "let's go back then!"
–
1. [弗裏德 – Fu Li De]↩
3. [埃德米 – Ai De Mi]↩
5. [奧恩爾 – Ao En Er]↩
7. [魯姆克 – Lu Mu Ke]↩
Chapter 105 – Guest (Start)
Returning to the estate from the city, it was now the 12th month.
Starting from a few days prior, the skies had been gloomy. Drizzling and grey. Seeming to have arrived with the nurturing of something, causing people to have quite the repressed feelings.
As expected, after a bout of thick fog, a cycle of magnificent snow had finally arrived in this expanse of Briar Forest.
At the estate, the first person to discover the first snowfall was Rumont.
He rose early in the morning, and once he opened the window, he had then seen that the previous day's fog had already thinned away. In the above outside skies, soft snowflakes were just elegantly falling down amidst the overcast, descending upon the open spaces of the forest and the open fields of the estate.
A burst of incomparably refreshing air, welcomed his face. Shortly with a brushing, Rumont's spirit was raised up again, after the several days of depression and fatigue.
Rumont was fond of snow. Long ago during the times on Earth, he had quite joyfully gone to the northern cities during winter to watch snowflakes float down. Afterwards, he gazed quietly, allowing the snow to fall onto his body.
Coming into this world, he had already welcomed a few bouts of snow. The snow of this place was the same as on Earth. Though the whole country was different, though it was a different world, the moment that the snowflakes were gently floating down, he seemingly felt as he had returned back to the homeland on Earth; seemingly as he had again returned to a location he was once familiar with.
He was quite joyful at seeing the snow fall outside. Rumont retreated back from the window, before opening the door at the same time, welcoming a big burst of frigid air as existing outside.
Standing atop of the stairs, he quietly watched as the snow arrived. The goose feather-like snowflakes continuously streamed downwards, creating a snow curtain; drifting profusely and disorderly, slowly floating down, twinkling with a silvery cold light.
Winter snow was also a course of Nature. Rumont sensed the fluctuating Heart of Nature.
"Lord Rumont, morning!" stepping out a short distance and standing at the front of the greenhouse base, he just happened to see a squadron of Adventurers pass by. Several of the people inside recognized Rumont, and greeted him one by one.
Rumont presently could already be permitted to be addressed as a Lord.
Rumont beamed a smile towards them and nodded: "good morning to you all!"
He stood there and watched them walk into the distance, he watched the boundless heaven and earth; as well as everything in the distance. He listened to the forest and the snow covered grounds, all the sounds issued from the living in that place .
Since the harvesting of the wheat fields last time, Rumont once again toiled away with planting all kinds of herbs.
And within these few coming days, the obtained fundamentals of a Druid had gradually been assimilated completely. As for the underground chambers, it persisted in carrying out transformation. Without the Nature altar from a Rank 5 Druid, it simply relied on the knowledge and informations he brought over from Earth. With the standard of a Rank 3 Druid, he increasingly perfect the greenhouse.
Any kind of standard wasn't required, so long it reliably conformed to the needs of a greenhouse, it was sufficient enough for Rumont as far as things went.
The existence of the Shennong Horn couldn't be exposed. The actual benefits that this greenhouse brought him was then utterly important. If he didn't have this greenhouse, then the herbs he could normally sell for cheap, would then become more costly during winter and as well as spring; where he couldn't help but conform to the trend. And as this kind of pricing increased, it would necessarily influence the sales of his herbs, which would also affect his income.
And currently, he had his own greenhouse. That way, these problems wouldn't exist either.
Especially in addition to the Shennong Horn spatial region, there was also a batch of herbs just on the verge of being barely harvested in the greenhouse; Rumont's face displayed a smile once again.
These planted herbs weren't, in fact, a particular waste of time at all; the seeds had gone through optimization, and was coupled with a controlled temperature and humidity of a greenhouse. As a result, even if the quality of the herbs planted within weren't comparable to the herbs from the Shennong Horn spatial region, it was neither the least bit inferior.
Thinking to here, he turned around and walked towards the grand hall building.
The grand hall was the alchemy lab. The underground was the greenhouse. If it was said that the grand hall still had young lolis to manage it, then the underground greenhouse in general, only had Rumont the one person that could enter. A Druid's greenhouse, and a Mage's laboratory, were both sacred in not tolerating the eyes of outsiders; Rumont was naturally happy about that.
However, the herbs within the greenhouse didn't really need to be kept confidential. With the heavy toiling from last time, it still caused Rumont to have a deep impression of it until now. This time, when he again saw the welcoming harvest within the greenhouse, he decided to find others to come assist him. The grand hall could accommodate a hundred people and was also sectioned into 6 nursery beds. Which so much herbs, if it solely relied on him to work, then he would really be swamped.
Within the grand hall, there were 5 lolis just holding onto books and studying. Once they saw Rumont, they promptly stood up and greeted him.
Through the management of the small lolis in the half year, the grand hall had already changed greatly. Putting the laboratory hall aside, roughly 2 prayer rooms had been converted into a living rooms. The living rooms were fitted with several sofas with thick sheepskins on it.
Several tables were placed in the centre of the living room, with several candle holders placed on top of them, and with candles inserted……
"Master!" Jingle came forward at once in lighting a candle on the holder at the table, in front of the sofa. Though it was currently daytime, the snowing was quite heavy, the sunlight within the room wasn't quite enough.
There was a fireplace up against the wall and next to it was a pile of split open wood. The other lolis wanted to quickly go and light a fire, but this of course needed a process. Rumont laughed and said: "no need, you guys step away."
Rumont lifted his hand and a ball of fire ignited on his palms, emitting out a dark red light. Throwing it towards the fireplace, the ball of fire then flew into the centre of the long frigid fireplace.
The fire then came into contact with the firewood inside, this fireball would exist for 10 minutes, and 10 minutes was already sufficient enough for the firewood to ignite. The fire within the hearth then roared alive, the faces welcomed the heat wave that threw itself over. A moment later, the interior of the living room warmed up.
This then was the Fire Domain. After obtaining the Fire Domain, Rumont had a certain power of control towards fire. Through the course of researching, he could currently utilize a similar skill to a Mage's "Blazing Palm", and "Pyromancy"; which gave rise to a flame that could be tossed out. It was a pity though that this dark red flame, was only about 500 degrees and neither a scarlet hue.
The 5 lolis had their mouths wide agape. Even though it wasn't their first time seeing magic, it still made them envious.
"The basic meditation used is generic, and is used to condense the spirit to get started. You girls need to cultivate well." Rumont said it like this, and received their servicing: "once the basic meditation has been solidified, you can then choose to be a Priest, Mage, Druid or such vocations."
Hearing these words, the 5 lolis all revealed an expression of longing. They had all recently attended him with all their utmost, they learnt culinary skills, coffee making, serving top notch liquor, they even tried to outdo one another in providing a massaging service; Rumont kept all of this in mind. During his leisurely times, he would explain fundamental knowledge of spells and impart it to the little lolis.
For the sake of changing their own destinies, the lolis were all assiduous. Only it was a pity that apart from Jingle, the other 5 lolis all had a limit in innate talent.
This magical status was 1 in a thousand chance. Though it was still possible for the 5 lolis to get started.
However, so long as they could continue to strive, then even ordinary people could also ascertain the level of an apprentice, henceforth becoming a person specialized in compounding medications; it was still a school of craftsmanship.
As the fire was flourishing within the fireplace, and was expelling all the moisture away, it caused the living room to be warm and toasty. A peal of footsteps sounded from the outside. Rumont heard the sounds and went outside, there he saw female outside the doorway wearing a cape.
"Eh? You are?" Rumont received a slight shock, he sensed an aura on the other's body that was similar to his own. The other was also a Druid, only there was a slight different feeling in general.
"How do you do? So you're Lord Rumont? I'm Ivis1, I'm also a Rank 3 Druid. I've rushed over from the city this time to have an exchange with you, especially hearing about your own established greenhouse. I wish to enter and observe. I hope you will allow me the liberty of this request." the female released her cape and revealed a quiet and exquisite countenance. Her supple long hair draped over her front. She had a graceful demeanor, a curvaceous and gentle beauty.
Eh, could it be that this world gave birth to more beautiful women?
Rumont was slightly lost in thought as he saw her hand over an envelope.
Since it was a letter for him, he naturally couldn't refuse, and casually opened the letter. Reading a bit, he then discovered that this was a mission form from the Adventurers Guild. He shortly remembered the matter of formerly promising an exchange on that day. Looking at the issue date of the letter, it was 3 days ago. Rumont wrinkled his brows slightly. It could be because of this heavy snow that delayed the arrival.
This kind of thought was only for a moment, he then smiled and adopted a welcoming: "Miss Ivis, I am Rumont, a Rank 3 Druid, and the Lord of this land, I welcome your arrival."