Chapter 1081. Fairy Maids?

Seth wouldn't tell someone trustworthy like that, that he couldn't join Minas Mar. But there were other things they would have to take into account.

“What about the tournament? If you join Minas Mar you won't be able to compete.”

Nobody who was part of Minas Mar was supposed to take part in the tournament. Especially not someone with a legendary item made by him. It was already bad enough that he showed off the helmet during the preliminaries.

“I don't really care about the tournament. My quest was finished after the preliminaries,” the buff man said without a waver in his voice. It seemed like he really held no interest in the request for a legendary item.

“Just so you know, even the people in Minas Mar have to earn legendary items, I won't throw a full equipment set at you,” he made it clear. Although he DID that for Ortega, that was only because he was very interested in how the Slaughterer's Set would come out when made with <Bones of Seth>. Ortega's need for an armor set was more of an excuse to make the armor, than caring for Ortega.

“I-I didn't think so either,” Bart said in a hurry to clear the misunderstanding.

“I'm just messing with you... Not about the earning part, but I didn't believe you thought that way,” Seth calmed him down.

“I would be happy for you and your people to join Minas Mar. Mary and the others will discuss the details with you. Now, sit back on your chair, and let's have a real conversation,” he asked him to sit back since it was indeed a little awkward if he kept kneeling before him.

How exactly they would proceed with these survivors of Y-City was a topic for later. What Seth was more interested in was the current situation around Y-City. He had only been there for a short time and left most of the fighting to the golems, but this short time was enough to make him curious about the new kinds of creatures that appeared.

Especially the geass was intriguing to him. Although he had not yet managed to circumvent the restrictions of these powers in a satisfying way, there had been some successes, making him just more interested to see what other powers might be out there.

“Do you know anything about the new creatures that appeared after the awakening of the slumbering realm?” the blacksmith asked.

“Some do, but it seems there are conditions on the where. They aren’t like assassins that suddenly appear behind you, and it seems like they can’t appear in settlements, homes, or protected areas. At least so far, none of them suddenly appeared in the middle of your complexes, but maybe that’s just courtesy? I wouldn’t doubt it for some of them,” the leader from South Ypselon said with a shrug.

It seemed like Bart and his people had no big problems with the “Faide” in general, but he mentioned the feisty ones, so the blacksmith asked him to elaborate on that.

“Ah, well, you were in Y-City yourself, right? You saw some of the creatures that appeared. Though many can’t compare to high-level beasts from dungeons or the Pathworks, there are those that are very tricky and others that are extremely strong. Scouts vanish regularly, with only a few coming back telling stories of beautiful women appearing at night, charming them, and drinking the blood of their companions. A Faide we know said they are called Baobhan, a terrifying type of vampire. “

Other examples the Chosen of Krios mentioned were swarms of evil spirits that moved as one entity with a kind of hive mind, lone wolves that were almost undetectable and would hunt people for miles, literally stalk them, even wait outside the city until they left again.

And, of course, he also mentioned the goblin-like creature with red caps, Mike had also mentioned before. If they were not in the System Age, where magic and skills were available to most, these stories would have been more than just concerning. At least they were able to fight back, if necessary.

The mood had dipped a little, talking about some of the terrible fates that happened to his subordinates, but in the middle of the ensuing silence, Bart sighed.

“At least they aren’t all bad or dangerous, unlike 99% of what comes from the portals,” he mentioned, rousing Seth’s curiosity. The blacksmith could only remember two-three instances where the newcomers were good.

He himself had met Strik Forebone, who seemed like an okay dude. Mike had met a kind of white wisent that kind of helped their group. But those two were more neutral than good. The last one was rather recent, it was the dwarfs who called themselves the “Stoneborn”, that appeared in the Northeastern mountains and helped a group of cultivators when they were in danger.

“Good ones?”

“Yeah, they are actually a big help now that I think of it. Small creatures of various humanoid shapes. They will ask for protection and food; in exchange, they help in the house using some nifty magic.”

“hmm..” Seth was getting ideas, but he already had his golems. Was there room for fairy maids?