168. What Are The Odds

168. What Are The Odds

“What of Brittany and Jonn?” Sonarot asked. “What will you do with them?”

“I don’t know,” Adam admitted. “Jonn’s still, you know. He’ll swear himself to me at some point, probably. Brittany is...” Adam rubbed his chin. “She’s just Brittany.”

Sonarot nodded. “It is most important that you know what you want, Adam. There is no rush for it, but it is important.”

Adam thought about what he wanted to do. “I could become a professional food critic, going around various restaurants to sample dishes. I could become a soap maker, the soap in the Iyr is a little too hard, and doesn’t lather nicely. I could become a paper maker, what with all the mills here, but work on creating really nice paper to trade outside. Maybe I become a book maker? Someone that binds up books together? That’s an extension of the paper making, I guess. There’s the proper answer of becoming a Gold Rank... no, a Diamond Rank Adventurer. Or I could become a Merchant, or an Enchanter, or...” Adam shrugged his shoulders.

Sonarot smiled. “You have many talents.”

“My best talent is being the best older brother, though,” Adam said. “Isn’t that right?” Adam brushed Lanarot’s hair, who had just finished with her feeding.

“Oo?” The baby squirmed as he brushed her hair.

Adam managed to retreat from the Rot family estate, returning back to the shared family estate. He didn’t want to be surrounded by the Rot family, especially not since they all seemed to want a piece of him.

“You should rest today,” Citool said, taking on the duty for cooking that week.

“Yeah. I’m still feeling a little sore from the fight yesterday.”

Citool wondered if he meant any offence by it, but considering it was Adam, it probably was just some thoughtless statement.

“She was so scary,” Adam said. “Why are the elderly Iyrmen so scary all the time?”

“They are Iyrmen,” Citool replied, simply. “If there is ever any to the Iyr, it will be they who will fight first.”

“Sending your elderly to fight for you...” Adam wasn’t sure how he felt by it. The elderly should take it easy after living their life. However, they were also the strongest force in the Iyr. “Still, it feels a little weird.”

Citool just bowed her head, leaving him to his thoughts. She was in charge of looking after the children, teaching them.

Adam spent the day resting, watching the children play, and looking after his little sister as Sonarot went to work.

The Dire Wolf pups had also developed well, and were beginning to play often, even with the children, though with an adult watching nearby. One was currently cuddled up to Lanarot, who was taking her first nap of the day, and the other was currently nestled on Adam’s lap.

‘This feels so comfy,’ Adam thought, brushing the Dire Wolf pup’s fur, feeling how gentle it was. Diiscover new stories at novelhall.com

However, there was something stirring inside of him. As much as he enjoyed this slow pace of life, he wanted to do more.

Adam closed his eyes, thinking of all the things he could do in a fantasy world.

Omen: 1, 15

He spent this next day relaxing and recuperating too, going about his typical morning routine first. He had planned to assist the Iyr with chopping down wood, or whatever they required, once he had finished recuperating properly.

Omen: 8, 20

“You must be feeling lucky today,” Sonarot said, seeing the look in his eyes.

Adam smiled. “Very. I’m going to spend thousands of gold to create a greater magical weapon.”

“You have been enchanting much recently, Adam. Take good care of yourself.” She brushed his hair gently.

“I know, I know,” Adam replied, enjoying her affection. “If I feel a sickness coming to me, I’ll take a break.”

‘Hey, Bell?’

[Yes?]

‘How much Experience is it to gain an improved critical hit chance?’

[You can check.]

'Okay, fine. I just thought you'd be lonely.'

[I'm not lonely enough to be your servant.]

'Sorry.' Adam sighed, shaking his head.

He checked just how much Experience it required to gain the improved critical hit chance.

3000.

It wasn’t so bad. He had enough for it, but he also wanted to keep some Experience in his back pocket, just in case he needed it for something else.

‘It’s worth the price, at least. I should aim for that after the Third Gate spells.’

“No you are not,” Katool said.

“I am,” Raygak said. “I am when I am.”

“You are not when you are not,” Katool accused.

Adam smiled.

Omen: 7, 20

“That’s convenient,” Adam said, staring at the numbers.

“Feeling lucky?”

“Yes,” he said. “It seems that I’m being doted on.”

“If you are feeling unwell, make sure you return and rest,” she said.

Adam went through his morning routine, playing with the children and pups, before heading out. ‘Two in a row? That’s fortunate. Or is it unfortunate?’

Mana: 10 -> 5

Enchanting Check

D20 + 7 = 22 (15)

Omen: 7, 20 -> 8

20 + 7 = 27

The Silver Dragon lay in the middle of the field, staring at the sky. Beside her was a man, human in appearance. He had hair like liquid copper and eyes which were emerald. He dabbed at her stomach with a lotion, soothing the wound.

“I can’t believe he almost killed me,” she said. “Can you believe it?”

The man, knowing what she was like, remained silent.

“What a bastard. Just because he’s-“

Lightning fell, and thunder followed.

Taking the man’s cue, she decided to keep quiet.

“Are you okay?” the Iyrman asked, staring at Adam.

“Yeah, why? Do I look pale?” Adam asked.

“Yes.”

“Don’t mind it,” Adam said, waving his hand.

When he returned to the estate, Sonarot placed her hand on his forehead again. “You must rest tomorrow.”

“As long as I don’t feel extremely lucky, I’ll rest.”

Sonarot frowned, but she nodded her head.

“Adam, rest,” Taygak said, trying to distract her uncle from the fact she was not finishing her vegetables again.

“Right,” Adam said. “Since Taygak has said so, I probably should do it.”

Taygak nodded.

“Well, what’s the likelihood of me getting another 20?” Adam asked.

The Iyrmen stared at him.

“Oh, right.”

Omen: 18, 20

“You have got to be kidding me,” Adam said, staring at the numbers.

“A 20 today?” Sonarot asked.

“Yeah.” He hoped Sonarot wouldn’t try to stop him.

“Taygak will discipline you,” Sonarot said.

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Sonarot is the first boss, Taygak is he second boss. She's going to be so mad.

Katool calling out Raygak was really funny to me, and I don't know why. What a snitch!