269. Work And Play

269. Work And Play

“How was it?” Jurot asked once they had returned from the show.

“It was pretty good,” Adam said. “You know, I think you sent me there to remind me to remember my place.”

“What do you mean?”

“You guys are pretty scary,” Adam said, recalling how the old Iyrman punted the Twilight Fox back to die. He managed to kill a Twilight Fox only because he had Phantom and a bunch of cheat like abilities, but that Iyrman had only used their great strength.

“Yes,” Jurot said. “We are.”

“We can play Warriors and Wanderers now?” Turot asked, looking up at Adam expectantly.

“Oh. I did promise that, didn’t I?” Adam looked down at the children, noting their excitement within their tired eyes. “I’m really tired tonight, so let’s do it another time.”

Turot frowned. “You said we can play today.”

“I know, I know, but I am really tired. You will not enjoy it if I do it today, because I will not be very good. Like how I can’t enchant well when I am sleepy, I cannot run the game when I am sleepy.”

Turot nodded at the logic, but sighed. “Okay.”

“Good things come to those who wait, but that’s a lie, so just trust me that I will definitely run a game for you soon, okay?” Adam ruffled the boy’s hair.

“Okay.”

“You will get vengeance on those Orcs, and it will taste all the more sweeter.”

Turot’s nostrils flared, obviously annoyed at the imaginary Orcs who had dared to betray him. “I cannot believe they have betrayed us.” He shook his head and stormed off to his parents.

‘Damn,’ Adam said, noting the way his parents looked at him. ‘Right, I still need to seduce them.’

“Are you thinking something stupid again?” Lucy asked.

“No,” Adam replied. “I’m thinking about how to seduce Mirot and Gorot.”

“That’s so...” Lucy stopped. “Smart. You weren’t thinking of something stupid for once?”

“What do you mean for once?” Adam asked. “I’ve thought smart things before, at least twice.”

“Like what?”

“Like becoming a Nephew of the Rot family, and being your friend,” Adam said.

“I can’t argue against that.”

“Wait, only one of those things was smart.”

Lucy narrowed her eyes at him. “You’re on thin ice, Adam.”

Adam smirked.

“I’ve done it,” called a voice, a stumbling Tinkerer appearing. “Adam. I’ve done it.”

Adam stared at Filliam. ‘I forgot all about him.’ “You’ve done the task?”

“Yes,” he managed to say. Filliam’s eyes were drooping, barely able to be kept awake, and he was half slumped over.

“Great,” Adam said. “How many can you make?” The capitalist nature combined with his brotherly nature to care about the toys before the exhausted Tinkerer.

“At least fifty,” Filliam replied, nodding his head, a smile on his face.

“Fifty? How much for each one?”

“A gold coin for each one,” he said. “If Jurot is willing to help me, it may be cheaper, but they will not last as long.”

“Stick with the gold coin,” Adam said. “How many can you make a day?”

“Five for now, but I’m sure I can make double that sooner or later,” he assured.

Once they had finished breakfast, the group gathered together and went out to explore the festival together for the last day. Adam dragged Filliam along too, who had worked through most of the festival.

“I will be unable to make the toys today!” Filliam protested.

“There is time to work and time to play,” Adam said, sounding like an Iyrman. “As much as I am a Brit, we should at least respect the Iyrmen while we’re within their homes!”

Filliam grumbled, but followed the group along.

Adam could feel Vonda’s gaze against the back of his head, but he ignored it, instead enjoying the festival as they continued moving about. They watched the fights, with Lanarot screaming as though she was possessed by the incarnation of an unholy being.

“Lanarot, chill,” Adam said, bringing some bread up to her lips for her to bite. She chewed on the bread happily, pointing at the fighting, and babbling.

“She truly is an Iyrman,” Sir Vonda joked.

Adam smiled. “That’s right. She’s growing up so well, though I think it is a little too zealous.” He brushed her hair. “You should be enjoying colouring at this age, and I don’t mean colouring the snow with the blood of your enemies.”

Lanarot bit into Adam’s finger as she tried to eat the bread, causing him to pull back.

“You bad girl,” Adam said, pinching her cheek gently and wiggling it.

“I did not know you could enchant,” Vonda said.

“It never came up,” Adam said. “Plus, I’m not sure I should tell you, in case you tell the other Priests.”

“I will keep your secret,” she said. “As you have kept mine.”

Adam slowly nodded his head. “I didn’t tell Kitool and Jaygak about your thing, I just told them that they should probably listen to you about your task since it would be good for them.”

“You wanted to share the glory with them?”

“I don’t care about glory,” Adam replied, simply. “I mean, sure, maybe a little, but not that much. I have so many other things to worry about, and the glory might be a little awkward for me, considering my ears.”

“You’re so strange, Adam.”

“Yeah,” he replied, simply.

“Do you have any other secrets?”

“Many.”

Sir Vonda nodded her head. “Everyone has their secrets.”

“Yeah.”

“The Iyr has so many too.”

“Yeah,” Adam said, smiling. “I understand why, considering, you know.”

“Considering what?”

“They’re freaking crazy.”

Sir Vonda smiled. “They are, aren’t they?”

The group explored the festival together, before sitting down at several tables out of the way.

“About the plan from before,” Sir Vonda said. “You said you wanted to make a protection agency of sorts, or a group of inns. You mentioned dumping money into it. Was that money coming from your enchanting?”

“Yeah,” Adam said. “Most likely.”

“You can enchant?” Filliam asked, staring at Adam, his eyes full of shock.

Adam smiled.

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