Chapter 18: Man vs Police

Chapter 18: Man vs Police

With the athanor up and running, Basils basement reminded him of a drug lab.

The cylindrical alchemical furnace roared at the center of the room. Basil crafted it from the gearsmans remaining bronze and a leftover cauldron. Tiny flames burst out of its base where coal crackled and burst with heat. A closed door held a boiling potion at the devices top. The liquids color slowly changed from dark green to that of emerald as smoke exited through a pipe.

AthanorFamily: Tool.Quality: C.Effect 1: Slowly improves the Quality of liquids placed within with no chances of failure. The improved items final Quality cannot exceed the athanors.Effect 2: Can be used to incubate [Slime] monsters with proper chemicals.The lazy alchemists best tool of mad science, invaluable for the creation of a philosophers stone or beer distillation.

A shame the Dreambrews Quality was already at C. Basil wouldve preferred to have improved its quality before administering it to his patient upstairs.Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m

Mister, I am done! said Rosemarine, his new lab assistant. The carnivorous plant proudly showed Basil a bottle full of her harvested pollen mixed with water. I am done!

Basil wanted to cultivate a new fertilizer that wouldnt transform plants into voracious monsters. He intended to experiment with Rosemarines pollen and the old fertilizer separately until he figured out a harmless recipe.

So am I, Basil replied as he took the green medicines container out of the alchemical furnace with heat-resistant gloves. The process took hours to complete, but the results spoke for themselves.

Emerald MedicineFamily: Consumable (Potion).Quality: CEffect 1: Heals 1 HP per milliliter for those who drink it.Effect 2: Buffs Vitality for 5 minutes if drank to the last drop.The perfect tool for the sick and the voracious newlywed!

This confirmed Basils theory that each Quality rank added a new effect to the item. He wondered how high it could get.

Basil stored the new potion in his inventory and put the pollen elixir in the furnace for refining. Although the refining process took longer than when he crafted directly with the System, the athanor method also removed the error margin. The Crafter Workshop Lair Feature he purchased only granted a mere 5 percent bonus to his chances, not enough to make a big difference. Basil could afford to wait without the risk of losing supplies.

Its time. Basil ascended up the basements stairs with Rosemarine following him closely. He hadnt been willing to administer the Dreambrew to officer Elissalde without additional healing methods at hand. For all he knew, she might react badly to it.

The Tamer made his way to the policewomans room and found her soundly asleep. Were it not for the slight rising of her ribcage, Neria Elissalde might have looked stiff as a corpse. Basil summoned the Dreambrew from his inventory and uncorked the bottle.

Can I eat her if she doesnt wake up? Rosemarine asked.

I forbid you to even try, Basil replied, much to his adorable plants disappointment. She was a child, innocent but needing to learn manners. No eating humans, friends or strangers.

But I can eat everybody else?

Sure, if I dont forbid it. Basil pressed the bottle against Officer Elissaldes lips, pinched her nose, and force fed her the potion. It would have been easier with a medical tube. He should raid an abandoned hospital someday. Prepare to use your pollen on her if she doesnt react well.

Rosemarine didnt need to. The moment Basil emptied the bottle down her throat, officer Elissalde started to move in her sleep.

Basil set aside the bottle on a shelf and waited. His honored guest groaned in her bed, her fingers fidgeting. Her eyelids slowly opened to reveal tired black eyes.

Uh Officer Elissalde grunted as she slowly regained consciousness. Basil waited patiently for her to finish peacefully waking up.

But then she noticed Rosemarine.

She screamed in surprise.

Hey, its alright! Basil tried to reassure officer Elissalde. The policewoman, in the throes of panic, ignored him. Her hands moved to her waist to grab a gun that wasnt there. Calm down! Youre alright!

Monster! Officer Elissalde fell off the bed, quickly rose to her feet, and adopted some kind of fighting stance. Basil recognized it from Krav Maga youtube videos. Back off!

Its okay. Basil raised his hands to show he carried no weapons. The officers eyes moved from Rosemarine to him, but her posture didnt relax. If anything, she seemed even tenser than before upon realizing she was outnumbered. Youre in a safe place.

The officers jaw tightened as she glared at Rosemarine. Safe?

Basil suddenly realized that this womans only interactions with monsters involved fighting gearsmen and watchers for survival. She had never encountered non-aggressive creatures, let alone friendly ones.

Rosemarine glanced up at Basil in confusion. Mister, do I use my pollen? Is she wounded in the head?

Shush, Rosemarine. Basil locked eyes with Neria Elissalde. Shes nice. Im a Tamer, domesticating monsters is what I do.

Officer Elissaldes fists tightened, ready to strike at the first sign of danger. Who are you? she asked. Where am I?

Youre in my house in the Barthes close to Dax. Im Basil, Basil Jean-Franois Bohen.

To Basils surprise, officer Elissalde seemed to recognize his name. Basil Bohen? From the Ren Lamont inheritance case?

Basils jaw clenched in silent anger. Yes, thats me.

Mister? Rosemarine noticed his frustration. Are you okay, Mister? You look furious.

Yes, an old battles memory came to me. A legal one. I defeated some bad people.

How did they taste? his plant asked navely.

Bitter.

Keeping her guard up, Officer Elissalde glanced around the room and noticed her belongings on a chair. Her eyes briefly wandered to her chest and the shirt and boxers on herself. Basil had changed her clothes in her sleep to extract the shrapnel and clean the blood off them.

Basil gritted his teeth. He didnt like the idea of an army raid near his home. It could alert the watchers to his houses position. Your phone still works?

Mine does. Our radio officer can listen in on calls from afar with her head. I still dont understand how. She scoffed. Magic.

Dont tell me, I made a car burst inside a bugs head. Basil sipped his coffee and enjoyed the warm bitterness washing over his tongue. I would like to arrange your pick-up away from my house. I dont want gizmos following soldiers here.

I understand. We didnt even know there were survivors hiding out in the marshes. She sat on the bed, her eyes set on her coffee. We thought everyone in the countryside had been killed or turned to stone.

Something in the policewomans voice told Basil that she had lost people in the initial attack. He wanted to offer his condolences, but she was probably tired of hearing them.

You dont sound French, Officer Elissalde noted, changing the subject.

She had sharp ears. Basil thought he had improved his accent. Im Bulgarian.

Bulgarian? She smiled sheepishly. The policewoman had a friendly face, the kind that inspired trustworthiness. Im sorry, I didnt know. You must have been confused to see me nod.

Ive lived in France long enough to pick up your ways. Nodding in Bulgaria meant refusal rather than agreement, but Basil had adapted to the strange customs of the westerners. And you sound like a Basque.

I come from Biarritz. I thought it would be a quiet transfer to a troubleless town. She chuckled joylessly. Then the world went to shit. Next thing I knew, I shot a robot breaking through my windows, got a screen stuck in my eyes, and I was drafted into the army.

You tell me. Basil shrugged. Seems like youre holding out great. I saw your helicopters patrolling the other side of the river.

We werent holding out. She took another sip of her coffee. Were leaving. That helicopter raid was a parting shot.

A parting shot? Basil put two and two together. When you meant evacuating, you meant evacuating Dax?

Yes. Orders from above. Whats left of it. Officer Elissaldes smile faded. Nobody wants to die for a town of statues.

Especially one without any strategic significance. Basil couldnt blame them, though the news worried him. He wondered how the Unitys machines would react without a frontline to keep them occupied.

Is it that bad? Basil asked. I kept my head down for weeks, so Ive no idea what the situation is elsewhere.

Once again, he saw the hesitation on his guests face. She had many things to say but didnt trust him enough to tell him everything. Basil couldnt blame. He was, after all, a stranger living with monsters. His kindness could hide darker motivations.

I dont know much, Officer Elissalde confessed with a sigh. Weve lost contact with Paris and the countryside is crawling with invaders. Troops in the southwest were ordered to evacuate to Bordeaux with civilians. Monsters overran most cities in the region, but not this one.

Basil would have hoped the French army fared better than that. The absence of news from Paris was extremely worrying. The French state was heavily centralized around its capital. I see.

Officer Elissalde set her empty cup aside on the bedside table. You could come with us.

Where? Basil asked with a frown.

To Bordeaux. She glanced at the window with a frown. It will be safer.

Safer than here, with the monsters, was left unsaid. But it bothered Basil all the same. No thanks, he replied, politely yet firmly. This is my home and I fought to protect it. Im not abandoning this place.

Officer Elissalde looked at Basil with a worried expression that screamed you are making a terrible mistake, but she didnt try to talk him out of it. She had sensed the determination in his voice.

Anyway, Basil changed the subject. Any idea whats happening? Ive been looking for info about the Trimurtis significance and Dismaker Labs, but came up short. Is the army investigating them?

We are, but She looked embarrassed all of a sudden. Im

Not authorized to share? Basil asked. She nodded slowly. I understand. But if youre looking for information, Ive got a wrecked, dungeon-summoning server stored in my garage.

Officer Elissaldes face paled. Her fingers fidgeted with nervousness.

What? Basil asked.

She unlocked her phone and showed him a picture. He immediately recognized Daxs arena. The angle implied the shot had been taken from above, almost certainly with the helicopter. Two gearsmen worked to raise a tower of steel on the sandy battlefield, surrounded by collapsed stands.

The machine was an incomplete cylinder of gears and circuitry, yet Basil immediately recognized the device for what it was.

That was what our parting shot was meant to destroy, Officer Elissalde explained. We didnt understand why they were building it, but from what you said now I do.

A server.

The robots were building a server inside Daxs arena. It was a different model than the one Basil found in the water control station, bulkier, using both ancient gears and new technology. But its existence could only mean one thing.

The Unity intended to raise a new dungeon on Basils doorstep.