198. Adam’s Anger

198. Adam’s Anger

It took close to an hour for the other party to arrive, following a small group of Guards.

“It’s them!” Mikayla shouted, pointing to the trio.

“It’s definitely those three who jumped us,” James declared. “I recognise that armour from a mile away.”

“Oh, if it isn’t those little babbies,” Adam said, mockingly. “Did you change your clothy? Drank your wittle milk?”

“You!” James growled. “How dare you treat a Priest this way.”

“A Priest? You? I’ve met plenty of Priests, well, a couple, and none of them were as shameful as you. You think just because you’ve got a harem of hot babes that you’re hot shit?” Adam asked. “If you really were hot shit, why didn’t you come and beat me when I was all alone?”

“You weren’t alone,” James said.

“You’re right, I had an Elk near me,” Adam said. “Me and an Elk, against a mighty Priest and his harem.”

James’ face was a deep red, and he was hot with both embarrassment and anger. “You! You!” He tried to form words, but couldn’t manage any.

“Anyway, do you Guards have any Zone of Truth scrolls or something? I’ve been waiting forever and I want a nice hot bath and a nice hot meal, just like I said.”

“We don’t work on your time,” the Guard said.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Adam raised his hands innocently. “I would never claim you work. Don’t put words in my mouth.”

The Guard stared at Adam. “We do have such a scroll, but it would be a waste to use it on this.”

“A waste?” Adam asked.

“The scroll is expensive,” the Guard stated.

“Is it?” Adam looked to Jurot. “What, it’s like, fifty gold? Maybe a hundred?” Adam shook his head. “Look. Bring the spell scroll, and if we’re wrong in the situation, you can have us pay. If they’re wrong, they can pay. Then we can discuss the compensation for my little heart later.”ViiSiit novelbi/n(.)c/(o)m for latest novels

The Guard narrowed his eyes. “Is this agreeable?” he asked James.

“Why should we pay?” James asked. “They’re the one’s who attacked us.”

“He’s already admitting he’s guilty,” Adam said. “If you’re in the right, you don’t have to pay.”

“It’s a matter of principle,” James said.

“Principle?” Adam shook his head. “You’re slinging shit at me and now you want to talk about principles? Jurot, remind me next time not to help them out. They can kill each other in peace. You were right, we shouldn’t have gotten involved.”

“Enough!” the Guard shouted. “I will retrieve the spell. Wait here, silently, the lot of you.”

It didn’t take long, no more than five minutes, for the Guard to bring the scroll. “I will cast the spell and I expect none of you to resist, neither you four, neither you three, understood?”

They all agreed.

“If you do resist, I will know,” the Guard said, reading the words of magic.

Charisma Save

Voluntary failure.

Adam felt the soft glow of magic within him, which surrounded his heart, his mind, and his throat, tickling him.

“Now, explain the situation,” the Guard said, looking to James.

“Mikayla,” James said, nodding his head.

Adam kept a finger on his lips. “Just that we’re a little close.”

“They are a little close,” Jurot said.

Adam removed his helmet, having become so hot with rage, his face sweaty. The four Adventurers gasped, and the Guards quickly straightened, on edge.

“He’s a knife ear!” Mikayla gasped.

“I knew it!” James snapped. “I told you that he-“

“Enough!” the Guard shouted, cutting James off. “Go send word to the Vice Master.” ‘I should have left it to the Guild.’

“I would have thought the Guild would have dealt with these matters,” Adam said, grumbling.

“They do,” Jurot said.

“Then how come we’re with the Guards?” Adam asked.

“They threatened you,” Jurot said.

Adam smiled. “You’re right. They did.”

“We can discuss this matter with Vice Master Paul once he arrives,” Jurot said. “He will listen to us.”

“So, uh, you’re from the Rot family?” the Guard asked.

“I am Jurot, son of Surot,” Jurot nodded. “Adam is a Nephew of my family, though I consider him my brother.”

The Guard stared at Jurot. “Why didn’t you start with that?”

Jurot remained silent, narrowing his eyes at the man.

The four Adventurers glanced between one another.

“A Nephew of your family? Your brother?” Mikayla asked. “What does that mean?”

“It means that we’re in a heap of trouble,” Fiona said.

“He could be pretending to be an Iyrman,” a Guard said. “That sort of thing will put you in deep trouble.”

“I’ve never heard of an Elf being so close with an Iyrman before,” another Guard said.

“That’s because I’m not an Elf,” Adam said. “I’m a Half Elf. Half Elf, Half Human.”

“If you wish to test me,” Jurot said, narrowing his eyes at the Guard, “you may draw your blade.”

“Relax,” Adam said, patting Jurot’s back. “Let’s wait for our good ol’ Vice Master. I’m sure he probably has some work for me considering our deal.” Adam smiled wide at the Guards.

‘There’s no way he’s that close with the Vice Master, right?’

‘You heard of an Iyrman lie before?’

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