The First Legendary Beast Master -
Chapter 1288: Favouritism
Tiffani looked at the bottle of blood wine that she had been given, then frowned at Karl.
“I sense favouritism at play here.” She declared.
Not only was a bottle of blood wine significantly less valuable than what he had given the other nations’ leadership, her gift was basically a gag gift.
Karl winked at her, and took out an item that Sapphire had made for the Guild Alliance.
“I didn’t forget about you. Not entirely. How about this?”
{Blade of Glancing Blows} Totem Ranked, Epic Grade. Increases Agility by 250 Points, and increases Parry Chance by 25 Percent when actively defending. [Sharpness] increases damage by 10 Percent of base per Rank of the wielder.
Tiffani smiled as she took the blade. “Now this is more like it. Just right for an agility-based fighter.”
She also noticed that it was not an item that had been made by Karl, but one crafted by the Blue Dragon that worked for the Darklight Host. In a way, that was better. She wouldn’t have to be reminded of that insufferable man every time she went into battle.
The Kopji Prince looked down at the arena, analyzing the magic as he watched the fights, and spoke without looking up. “Is it true that you intend to do dozens more Mythic Dungeons, attempting to cause an increased difficulty effect?” He asked, clearly meaning it for Karl.
“Not dozens, but there are more that we would like to try. The system functions are slowly coming back online, and this is one of the methods that we have found to accelerate the process. The more people who can do at least one hard mode dungeon, the faster the function will fully awaken, and then everyone can get in on the fun.
The challenges aren’t exactly obvious, unless you’ve that particular one or have been told how it works. So, I might not actually be able to cause the effect in any more of the dungeons. At best, it will likely only be a few more.” Karl explained.
The dragon nodded as he watched the fights in the arena below. “That should be enough. Eventually, you will find one that is widely accessible, with a challenge that most Mythic teams can complete. And then larger numbers can try.”
Karl looked to Azov, who shook his head slightly. The Immortal wasn’t eager for the entire continent to be coming over for one single dungeon, where they could do a lower level difficulty, just to gain access to the System Function.
It would be better for everyone if Karl kept trying more dungeons until another one like the Apes, which could be done on many difficulty settings, was found.
Then, the swarm would at least be split between two locations, and not so overwhelming.
Instead of answering, Karl changed the topic. “Prince Kopji, you are a researcher of magic, so tell me, do you have a trade skill already?”
The silver dragon nodded, enthralled by a group fighting a baby Leviathan.
“I am an Inscriptionist. It’s a common skill for Royals.” He explained.
The warrior Prince from Shash chuckled. “Yes, Kopji is obsessed with having their young Royals copy out every magical tome that the Blue Dragons will let them access. It gives them the greatest chance to learn new spells, you see.”
The Dwarven Prince from Nabibun chuckled. “Not so surprising though, is it? Almost all of my Royal Family are Master Smiths.”
The Warrior chuckled. “Good point. The Dwarves are also a very work oriented Royal Family. Mine? Not so much. My father is a historian, I study weapons, and my wife has recently become obsessed with fashion.”
All of them were suitably ‘Noble’ pursuits, as the men back home in the Golden Dragon Nation would have called them. Hobbies that didn’t require physical labour. Not like the Dwarves and their love of the forge.
Karl smiled at the Shash Prince. “Everyone needs something to pass the time. So many here in Zilaz do nothing but fight, sleep and think about the next time that they need to go fight to pay the bills. It’s good to meet others who have taken up a trade skill to enrich their lives.”
The room was silent for a bit as the fights below got interesting, then the staff brought in an assortment of breakfast sandwiches in widely varying flavours.
“A new creation by the diner chefs. They wanted your opinion before they chose which ones to make next week’s special at the diner. We brought enough for everyone.” The Bunny explained.
“Well, that’s a great way to pass time. If you would like to wait a moment, you can relay the group’s decisions to the kitchen.” Karl agreed.
“There is a diner under the Nara Group?” The Dwarven Prince asked.
Karl nodded. “On the other side of the arena from the main entrance. It’s more of an all-night comfort food sort of place, instead of a fancy restaurant, or an ice cream shop.” The Dwarf nodded. “This arena really is something else. A true masterpiece of engineering. Tell me, who did the actual construction? I know you did the rune work on it personally. But who built it?”
“Ah, that would be Geralt, our resident Master Sculptor. Originally from Bara, but he now resides at our Drodh Guild House.” Karl explained.
“Hiding from his ex-wife, no doubt. That woman is a menace.”
The rest of the Royals chuckled at the comment, then turned to the food on the table. “Is that a roasted duck and monster egg Benedict?” The silver dragon asked, confused.
“I think so. It certainly smells like duck. The one beside it is a spicy deep-fried tofu sandwich with what I hope is coleslaw. The kitchens are headed by Green Dragon Clerics, and they like to make all plant-based options, so they don’t have to wait for someone to deliver meat.” Karl explained.
The Royals nodded in understanding. Everyone knew that the Green Dragon Clerics preferred to make their own food with magic. But what shocked them was that none of these sandwiches involved rice and beans.
What they didn’t know was that they were only missing because it was one of the standard breakfast side dish options, along with pancakes, waffles, spiced yams, oatmeal or shredded potatoes.
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