Y03 – 708. Business and Family

Y03 – 708. Business and Family

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‘I guess I can’t enchant even if I really wanted to...’ Adam thought, trapped under the weight of his children. The twins drooled over his chest and stomach, while his arms and legs lay trapped under his triplets’ silver tails.

“Are you working today?” Adam asked Jurot over breakfast, holding Inakan in his lap as he fed her.

“Yes.”

“What are you going to do?”

“I am needed in the fields.”

“Oh, fair.”

“Are you going to work today?” Jaygak asked.

“I can’t,” Adam replied, feeling his eldest daughter’s glare against the back of his head. “I fear I will be unable to handle the reprisal.”

“She has you by the leash.”

“You’re just jealous that my daughter is cute.”

“That is beside the point.”

“That is the point.” Adam continued to feed Inakan, who slowly ate the food, feeling the texture of the oatmeal within her mouth as she pressed it against the roof of her mouth with her tongue.

‘Should I keep waiting before I tease him?’ Jaygak thought. Adam had doted on the children too much recently, but he still seemed bothered by the events within the other world. “It’s not fair that you keep Jirot for yourself. She adores my grandaunt the most, so she should play with me too.”

“I can’t allow you to corrupt her.”

“Jirot, come here,” Jaygak called.

Jirot threw her head aside to find out who had been calling her. She looked up at the red skinned Jaygak, shoving a sliced vegetable into her mouth. “No!”

“Jirot, come to daddy,” Adam called, reaching out a hand.

Jirot smirked towards her father, and with a menacing whisper she replied. “No.” She remained silent, still smirking towards her father.

“Do you want to change her clothy?” Adam asked.

“She is your daughter.”

“That’s right.”

Once they had finished with breakfast, Adam brought the children together to read to them. He read the tale of an Iyrman from the Kan family to the children, of one of the many who had gone on to become a Chief. Once he was done with the story, he relinquished the babies to their mothers so they could be fed and napped.

“Asorot, the hydra winds its head back and snaps it vicious maw towards you,” Adam said, rolling his die. “Oh no! That’s a natural twenty!”

The children gasped, with Asorot’s lips stuck in a small circle. The boy frowned. “How can it do this, cousin Adam?”

“Of course it had to do this, since you are so strong,” Adam replied, as though it were a fact.

“I will gain my vengeance.”

“No,” Saygak said. “I will cast my spell!”

“Oh, what are you casting?”

“Fates and Pots,” the little Gak replied. “Cousin Adam, you must roll again.”

Adam rolled once more and the children all gasped. “Wow. I’ve never met anyone unluckier in my life. That’s another natural twenty.”

Saygak frowned, before marking the spell on my sheet.

“No!” Turot shouted, raising a hand towards Adam to stop him. “I will protect my little brother.”

“Oh yeah? How are you going to do that?”

“My shield is very good,” the boy said, picking up the little card with the shield’s statistics. The shield, Very Good Shield, was indeed a very good shield.

“Oh, I gotta roll again?” Adam picked up the large twenty sided die once more. “There’s no way I get three natural twenties in a row.” He rolled the die, the children leaning over to watch it roll. It struck off the side of the tray before it settled within it.

Even Damokan and Kalokan made faces upon seeing the roll.

“This is all my fault,” Adam said. “The hydra must know that I gifted you the vest.” Adam shook his head.

“This cannot be!” Turot stared up towards his cousin in shock. “This is not right!”

“It is not right!” the children agreed.

“I’m afraid that’s how it is,” Adam replied, shrugging his shoulders. “It’s a one in eight thousand chance, but three natural twenties in a row is still a possibility.”

Asorot sat in shock, glancing around towards the other children, unable to believe Adam was able to roll so well three times in a row. “You are so lucky, cousin Adam!”

“Of course I’m lucky! Have you ever seen anyone as lucky as me? What adorable children I have! What adorable cousins I have! Who in this world can be as lucky as me?”

“Cousin Adam!” Raygak held up a little slip. “I critically hit last time so the hydra must roll a bad dice.”

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Raygak pointed to the first ability of his weapon. “It is Big Bad from Big Sword.”

“I see, Big Bad. When you critically hit, the enemy rolls their next attacks with bad dice. Wow, that is big bad, isn’t it? Alright, well, everyone’s trying to save Asorot, even though he’s raging and can handle the critical hit.”

Jirot’s head snapped from her grandmother to her father, her eyes piercing into Adam. “Working?”

Konarot stood up straighter as she stared at her father expectantly. “Working, daddy?”

“What? I’m not working! I just need to do this one thing, it’s not work at all!”

Jirot pointed towards her father, staring up at her grandmother for support, while Konarot did the same towards her greatfather.

“Are you working when you promised not to?” Jarot asked, his eyes narrowed towards the half elf.

“No, no. I just need to do something, it won’t take long.”

“What is it?”

“Something that’s very dangerous.”

“It is not work?”

“No.”

“If it is dangerous and it is not work then it must be fun,” Jarot reasoned. “Since your father is not going to work, he may go.”

“Not working?” Jirot asked, staring up at her greatfather to confirm.

“It is not working.”

Jirot huffed, crossing her arms as she stared up at her father. “Daddy working, is bad boy.” She wagged her finger up at her father.

“Daddy’s a very good boy.” Adam lifted the girl up and blew a raspberry against her neck, causing her to squeal and squirm, before he let her down, allowing his giggling daughter to retreat back to her babo. “I’ll be back soon.”

“Okay,” the old Jarot said.

“Okay,” Konarot said, though she remained focused on her father as he left, narrowing her eyes. She tilted her head upwards. ‘You must tell me if daddy is working.’

‘Okay,’ the bird replied, fluttering off to follow the half elf.

Jarot watched as the bird left, before glancing down towards his greatdaughter, who watched the bird fly away. “Konarot.”

“Babo?” The girl waited beside her greatfather expectantly.

“...” Jarot smiled. “You must bully your father more.”

Konarot pouted. “I not bully daddy.”

“Will you bully me?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Babo.”

“I am your babo so you will not bully me?”

“My babo.” Konarot climbed up beside her greatfather.

“At first you wanted to fight me, and now you wish to cuddle me?” Jarot smiled wider. “Yes, you must be my greatdaughter.”

“Yes.”

Jarot felt the girl’s head against his arm, his hand still wrapped around his youngest greatson. He let out a joyful sigh. ‘I should bring Otkan a drink.’

“Is Adam working?” Jurot asked, stepping into the shared estate.

“No. He has gone to visit the Elder for something dangerous but not work.”

‘It must be that,’ Jurot thought.

“You can probably add studs to the bottom,” Adam informed the Elder within his estate. “I don’t actually remember how it was done, but that should help?”

Elder Zijin stared down at the doodle Adam had created. ‘The dwarves and gnomes would understand how to work the steel this way. Should I request Filliam to assist?’ “Thank you, Adam.”

“Since this should help some of the Iyrmen, I hope you’ll work on it for my children’s greatfather first.”

“Your grandfather?”

“Whose grandfather?” Adam retorted.

‘He must be feeling better if he’s joking again.’ “Will you place your strength into the gem?”

Adam glanced to the side, noting the nearby Iyrmen. He assumed they were at minimum at the level of Masters, though he wondered if they had also brought more Iyrmen nearby, just in case. ‘I probably shouldn’t think about how much the Iyr prepares.’

Mana: 25 -> 15

Health: 91 -> 50

Adam hissed out in pain, wincing as his mana filled the gem, and the fiery pain flooded through his arm and into the rest of his body. Whatever the gem was doing to him, it was dealing more damage than a Fireball, and he couldn’t resist the damage either. ‘Thankfully it didn’t reduce any of-,’

Adam’s thought cut off when he stared within the box where the gem had lain. In the moment between him wincing in pain and thinking about the pain, the gem had disappeared. No, it hadn’t quite disappeared, for where the gem once lay, something else had appeared.

The Iyrmen nearby grew tense, but staring down at what was within the silver box they had made to keep the gem’s magic from leaking, was something they hadn’t expected.

Adam met Elder Zijin’s gaze, the pair’s eyes filled with confusion. “I’m going to be honest, that was not what I expected.”

What could it be?

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