47 Chapter 47

A week flew by in the blink of an eye. Aerwyn had resurrected twenty eight more zin beetles and the vosk had mined plenty of the silvery ore. A few days ago he had goblins start coming to carry the ore back to Ardin as he only needed a few chunks to trade with Lyr's blacksmith.

His plans were to run to Lyr, grab his spears and put in another order. Then he would stop by Ardin to pick up some more ore before heading to Setrhyn and meeting up with Marik. He wasn't looking forward to his inevitable chat with Tylin, he was pretty mad that the sneaky elf had hidden things from him.

Aerwyn assumed he had good reason to hide the information as Tylin had already done more than enough to help him and he just couldn't see any hidden motives behind his actions. However Tylin had still chosen to hide it from him so there needed to be some sort of reckoning to make things right.

Aerwyn had called the vosk back from working the tunnel and put them all on mining and setting up fortifications for now. Since Erit's evolution she hasn't been able to transform thus widening the tunnel was now a pointless endeavor.

He ordered Kabba along with two hundred goblins to begin building a wall that stretched from the cavern entrance to the mining area. Aerwyn wanted to build a fort since he'd be spending a lot of time down here in the future. The underground world was seemingly endless and full of creatures to resurrect and harvest souls from.

Jinn would be in charge once the fort was completed and Aerwyn planned to leave behind some zin beetles along with a hundred goblins as a garrison to protect the place. Ideally it would turn into a source of mana cores and ore but he was still worried about another one of Erit's siblings showing up again, or worse her mother.

It was time to head to Lyr so Aerwyn, Erit, and Velk mounted a zin beetle and prepared to leave. The trolls, twenty zin beetles, and half of the spiders would be joining them for the trip which Aerwyn felt was a bit overkill but with Erit unable to transform to deter enemies, it was the best he could do. It ended up paying off as only a few zin beetles dared to come close on their journey.

When they reached the feros territory they appeared like last time, simply surrounding them as an escort until they exited the cave. It was night when they reached the surface so they setup camp and slept. They made it to Lyr the next morning and ran into Master Ynir by the ferry docks.

"Back so soon? And with so many new undead! Are you hungry?" Master Ynir spoke as he walked and inspected each and every undead with fascinated eyes.

"Morning Master Ynir, i could eat but i just have to stop by the blacksmith first."

"Great! I'll come along to Semmy's place with ya then." Aerwyn opened his mouth to ask if that was the blacksmiths name but Master Ynir had finally reached Erit and spoke first.

"I don't believe we've met. Who might this little lady be?"

"D-do you not recognize me?" Erit put on a face that displayed faux shock and embarrassment as if her lover had forgotten her.

"I-" Master Ynir was stunned as he quickly searched through his memories with a confused expression.

"It's Erit, the giant spider from last time. She's evolved and it seems her sense of humor evolved with her." Aerwyn decided to save him the trouble this time.

"Master's no fun, hmph." Erit pouted.

"She's undead?" Master Ynir's confused expression seemed to only grow as he inspected Erit.

"Yeah? Like i said, she's the giant abyssal spider from last time. She just evolved about a week ago."

"B-but she doesn't have the aura of undeath on her."

"Huh?" Both Erit and Aerwyn spoke at the same time and looked to Master Ynir.

"Don't look at me, i'm not a necromancer. All i can tell you is she doesn't have the same aura that all undead have. I suppose you'll be wanting to invite Nyris to lunch."

"Yeah that'd be best i think. Let's head to the blacksmith for now."

They arrived at the blacksmith a short time later.

"Semmy how are you?" Master Ynir asked, his voice full of concern. The blacksmith was working on what looked to be a pitchfork and lifted his head momentarily to acknowledge their presence. Master Ynir released a defeated sigh and continued.

"Aerwyn is here to pickup his order. Is it ready by any chance?" Semmy pointed to a bundle of spears wrapped in cloth in the corner and went back to work.

"I'm actually here to put in another order as well. I have some ore and i hoped you could tell me what it is." Aerwyn spoke and grabbed a few chunks from his pack, displaying it to the blacksmith.

Semmy paused and put the pitchfork down before grabbing a piece of ore and bringing it over to a worktable. Aerwyn followed and watched as he took out a file and began scratching at it all over. Without even looking up he reached his empty hand towards Aerwyn as if to say 'next' so he complied and handed the elf another.

Aerwyn could hear Master Ynir breathe another defeated sigh at the scene from behind. When he had scratched each of the eight chunks of ore with the file Semmy simply muttered the words 'revarium' before weighing them on a scale.

"I'm looking to buy more of the same type of spears. How many would you be able to make for the ore?" Aerwyn asked politely.

"Three weeks, seventy five." Semmy didn't even wait for a response as he poured the ore into a bag and went back to working on the pitchfork.

"Ok, great. See you then." Aerwyn threw the spears on top of a zin beetle and headed to Nyris's home.

"...Semmy is a good man, he wasn't always like that. He lost his wife in childbirth and... just a few months ago his daughter Meyana was one of the children who was kidnapped by the slavers that Sera killed. He..." Master Ynir paused, a look of grief and guilt apparent on his face.

"He hasn't been the same since. He works day and night to keep his mind occupied and barely speaks. I hope you will forgive him."

"I'm sorry to hear that..." Aerwyn didn't know what else to say.

He was particularly bad at these types of heavy conversations and what followed was a deafening silence as they rode to Nyris's house. He felt sorry for the elf and even a small sense of empathy as he too had lost everything. Semmy's situation made him wonder whether his memory loss was a blessing or a curse. What if he had truly lost everyone he ever cared for, would he rather forget the pain or hold on to it as Semmy was forced to do.

Aerwyn made a mental note of the name Meyana so that if his path ever crossed with hers he could reunite them. He thought it would be nice if one of them could find some happiness as he wasn't sure what awaited him if he ever regained his memories. While he was stuck in his thoughts they arrived at their destination and Master Ynir's knocking woke him from his mind. Nyris invited them in and they spoke over lunch.

"She evolved?" Nyris changed his gaze to Aerwyn which had been stuck on Erit since he was first told about the recent events.

"Yeah and she can't transform like all arache should be able to." Aerwyn replied.

"Interesting... It-" Nyris glanced at Master Ynir and held his tongue before continuing.

"Master Ynir i need to do an experiment, it is extremely important. Could you please run out and grab a korlandy flower while i prepare it?"

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"What?! I'm eating! Give me a few minutes." Master Ynir huffed and puffed.

"It's imperative to begin now, we must be completed by the time the moon rises!" Nyris pushed on giving Master Ynir no outs.

"...Damn it all, fine. You owe me then."

"That's fine, please hurry."

Once Master Ynir had left Aerwyn looked to Nyris who was lost in thought and spoke.

"What experiment are we doing?"

"Ah! There is no experiment, i just didn't want him to hear what i have to say. That flower is rare, it'll take him some time to find one... Erit was it? Let me see you're arm."

"Hmph, as if i'd let a creepy eyed elf like you touch this little spiders beautiful arm." Erit turned her head and stuck her chin up in defiance.

"Erit just do it, it's important."

"But master-" Erit attempted to plead her case but Aerwyn interrupted her with an order.

Now that she was forced to comply Nyris took out a small dagger and quickly sliced a deep gash on her hand.

"AH! STOP! You're ruining this little spiders perfect skin! Master, make him stop!" Erit pleaded but it fell on deaf ears as Aerwyn and Nyris both watched her hand.

No blood came out and almost immediately the tenebrous smoke poured from the wound and sealed it. Within a few seconds the smoke dissipated revealing the little spiders 'perfect skin' once more.

"...I don't know. She hasn't been brought back to life, that's for sure but she no longer possesses the aura undeath. It's possible her evolution has changed her into something never seen before. What implications that may hold is far beyond my capabilities to guess at..."