157. Hard Work

157. Hard Work

Omen: 2, 5

"Are you feeling unlucky today?” Shikan asked.

“A little,” Adam replied.

“Then come work with me today.”

“I can’t,” Adam replied.

“You cannot?”

“If I work with you... who will nap with Lanarot?” Adam asked, staring into Shikan’s eyes.

“Adam,” Sonarot called.

“It was just a joke,” Adam said, quickly. “Sure, I’ll come with you.”

Adam had trained alone in the morning, though the children had joined him halfway through to run around and stretch. He had been feeling lonely without any other friends around his age, and he had been resting up well since he had been sick.

Sonarot exchanged a look with Shikan. She was going to tell Adam to keep resting, and was wondering what Shikan was up to.

Shikan led Adam around to a warehouse, where there were already several Iyrmen working. “We will carry these bags to the estates which require them.”

“Sounds good,” Adam replied, simply.

They each packed the bags of grains into a large pack which strapped around the entire front and back, and kept the weight around his waist. There were also large racks which some Iyrmen carried in a farmer’s carry, which Adam felt would be far more difficult than what he was doing.

Until he had been given a small rack to farmer’s carry as well as the large pack strapped around him.

“Are you trying to kill me?” Adam asked.

“From what I have seen, this will be easy for you,” Shikan replied simply.

Adam lifted it up, and considering his great Strength Attribute, he was barely able to carry it, though he was slowed.

He followed Shikan to an estate, one he didn’t recognise. As he entered, he noted that the estate was full of Devilkin, though there were a handful of Orcs.

“An Elf?” a young teen said, staring at Adam.

“An Elf!” a child gasped, pointing at Adam.

“Don’t you know pointing is rude?” Adam said, staring down at the Devilkin.

“No,” the young boy said, still pointing at him.

“We have come with your nightfood,” Shikan said.

A woman appeared, a Devilkin who wore a glare across her face as though it was a faux leather jacket. “Thank you,” the woman said, checking on the package. She spent much more time examining the food Adam had brought, before signing a slip in Shikan’s hand.

“It isn’t rocket science,” Adam said, frowning at the woman.

“Yes?” she replied.

“Oh right, rockets don’t exist,” he said, and very quickly the Iyrmen around understood he was an idiot.

“He is not an idiot,” Shikan said. “He is queer.”

“I’m not...” Adam rubbed his forehead. “Right, I’m queer.”

“Who is he?”Fiind updated novels at novelhall.com, son of Fate,” Adam said.

“Unrivalled Under The Heavens!” the boy from earlier shouted, pointing at him.

“That’s me,” Adam said. “The man who has killed two Dragons just this year.”

Lanarot squealed and continued to slap his chest all over.

“Speaking of which, I need to also figure out when to tell my story to the children.”

“Tell it tomorrow,” Sonarot said. “You will be in great pain, so it is best to take it easy.”

“Good idea,” Adam said, trying to sit up, only to fall back down when his back spasmed. “If I can even move.”

Lanarot stared down at him, seeing his face contort in pain, before she smiled and laughed, slapping his chest all over again.

“Lanarot, stop bullying me.”

She laughed and giggled.

Omen: 13, 16

“If I wasn’t half dying, I’d have been able to enchant today.” He felt Sonarot’s glare against his back.

He didn’t train that morning, instead he sat down and watched the children play, acting as their referee.

“Come play,” Katool said.

“I can’t,” Adam said. “I’m hurt.”

“You are hurt?” she said, looking up at him.

“Yes.”

She pat his knee. “Get better, okay?”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” she said, returning back to playing.

This was repeated several times from each child throughout their play.

‘Kids, stop patting my knee, it hurts,’ Adam thought, though he didn’t vocalise it.

Eventually, word was sent out and the children of the various estates Adam had promised to tell the tale to had arrived.

“Are you okay?” the boy from the day before asked.

“I’m hurt,” Adam said.

“Was it the Dragons?”

“No,” Adam said. “Something worse.”

“Something worse than Dragons?”

“Yes,” the Half Elf said.

“What was it?”

“Hard work.”

The boy nodded, understanding the pain of hard work, like washing dishes when he didn’t want to.

Performance Check

D20 + 3 = 17 (14)

Lokat had swung by the estate, under the guise of wanting to check Lanarot’s health, but mostly she had been curious as she heard the tale. She noted all the children who had been brought, some from far corners of the Iyr.

‘It seems it wasn’t a ploy,’ she thought, hearing the tale which had partly engrossed her. ‘Or perhaps he had anticipated my thoughts?’

Watching him struggle to stand quickly dissipated those thoughts.

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Hard work out here killing Adam before Dragons.