Chapter 92: Armed

Chapter 92: Armed

What do you mean? I stare slack-jawed at Lucillus.

The Mine collapsed, and Gaiuss team is stuck in the Dungeon. They are going to die, Lucillus said darkly.

What?! Why?! Cant other adventurers go help? I look at Lucillus, bewildered.

Its not that simple. Gaius collapsed the Dungeon himself. Theres a risk of spillage. Apparently, they found a spawn monster. Its a creature that can easily spawn hundreds of minor monsters over a few days. And thats classified as a problem. If the monster got loose, hordes of monsters could easily swarm the city. Captain Drusillus said if anyone tries to rescue them, they will be court-martialed.

What? Isnt the court-martial only for the military?

No, Joey. If a civilian creates risk at the city level, they will be executed. And thats because our laws consider infringing these laws as treason. And traitors are subject to military laws. So, no adventurer is going to rescue Gaius and his team. Plus, Gaius knows very well that after all the mess the adventurers have made, they will not be rescued. Captain Drusillus will not put anyone at risk to save them. Dungeons like the one in the mine need air and energy. My best guess is that Captain Drusillus is going to call in experts to seal the place shut and cut out any external environmental Mana.

You know, I dont like to swear.

I really dont.

But.

FUCK.

Are you saying there is nothing we can do to save Gaius? I say with a dismayed face.

I know stories about the monsters inside that stupid Dungeon. Apparently, they come out of dark sacks on the walls; they are pitch black and similar to dogs, just with huge maws and two-clawed legs.

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Oh, God.

Oh, for Gods sake.

I know where this is going.

Well, it is what is, Lucillus, I say with a hint of urgency, I need to have a chat with Stan about the raw materials for my recipes, you know

You can only chug three or more Mana potions before you feel extremely sick. That is if your talent sucks. Some people can drink four to five potions. Others, like me, can drink ten.

First, is this going to be enough to keep me alive?

I dont think so.

But it is what it is.

Second, why?

Something to do with my talent.

When I asked the book, I discovered that if the Mana potions were totally pure, I could drink guess how many.

Yeah, twenty-three.

Stupid, weird number.

So, Im donning some protective gear. Stanimal bought a lot of this stuff in case we ever got into a serious spat with adventurers without him.

Now, I stocked up on potions of every kind.

And while Im in our warehouse under the bakery, I hear footsteps approaching.

From the top of the stairs, I see a weary Stanimal smiling like a worried grandpa.

Take these two, Stan throws a large wand made of steel and an amulet. But dont keep them in the open.

The wand is a catalyst. It will help with magic and has a [Haste] enchantment on top of it. The amulet creates a strong barrier around you. Dont die, Joey.

Stan doesnt look back as he goes upstairs and leaves two priceless artifacts on the ground.

Well, were on, baby!