Chapter Two-Hundred Seventy-Four

Chapter Two-Hundred Seventy-Four

Teemo and most of my dwellers return home, and my enclaves erupt in celebration! They mourn the lost and celebrate the hard-earned victory, giving me not only a bit more mana as their prayers used to, but also giving me a bit more of that divine energy I still don’t have a good term for. I also don’t have much idea how to use it, either, but giving little slivers to Aranya and the other priests and priestesses seems to work pretty well.

I’ll need to experiment with the stuff later, because I have dungeon things to be doing! Teemo touches base with Hullbreak first, and as expected, he refuses any deal more generous than what the Stag got. I suggest taking an expansion from the ally pool, which he’s amenable to. He’s going to take a couple days to look at his options, both for the expansion and for upgrading what he already has. Fishing is definitely going to pick up with winter finally pushed back by spring, so upgrading his fish spawner could be a great investment.

He’s also considering upgrading his clam nodes for pearls and his corals. I do my best not to be a backseat dungeon and let him make his own decisions, though I do encourage him to invest in what he already has before working on an expansion. I think he’s feeling a lot more confident in taking risks and encouraging delvers now. He doesn’t have to face things alone, and his merfolk have been flourishing ever since I had to force him to loosen his grip on them.

Violet, however, seems to be a bit more obstinate. Teemo talks with Onyx inside her secret sanctuary in the ceiling, which is looking much more refined than the last time I saw it. Back when she was just a little chip of a core, she was huddled in a shortcut in the ceiling. But now, the shortcut has faded and she has a proper Sanctum dug out, probably thanks to Legs and Nose, if I had to guess.

Her little square cut amethyst of a core is also not so little any more. She’s gone from a chip to about the size of a dinner plate. Onyx could probably move her around if she needs to, but honestly, her secret sanctum in the ceiling has plenty of room for expansion.

Anyway, interior design appreciation aside, both Onyx and Violet are being stubborn.

Teemo’s resisting the urge to pinch the bridge of his nose as he tries to get through the two of them. “No, the college fund doesn’t count! That’s yours already, not a normal part of the ally pool. You got it from the scythemaws hatching, and the Boss shifted it there for safe keeping so you wouldn’t feel bloated from it. You get that, twice what you contributed to Murphy’s law, and some other large purchase, probably either an expansion or a Voice.”

I can feel Violet’s opinion that’s not fair through the bond, and I imagine Onyx is trying to argue the same. Teemo doesn’t bother translating most of what they’re saying, but he does give them a curious look as they continue to argue.

“So she does have her eye on an expansion? Where’s she want to go?”

Onyx covers her her mouth with her claws like she accidentally said something she shouldn’t, and I can feel a bit of guilt from Violet.

“Hey, no need to act like that, you two. I told you, the college fund is already yours. You don’t need to feel guilty about spending it and also getting something else on top. You earned them both. Boss isn’t just spoiling you, ok? So go on, where does Violet want to expand?”

The direction is so simple I don’t even need Teemo to translate what I feel from the bond, though there are other potential problems with it.

“Up? Are you sure? Fourdock isn’t all that far away, and if you expand up, you might cause even more of a quake than the Boss did when he expanded down.”

Onyx shakes her head and this time I will need Teemo to translate, as I just get a chaotic mix of dim images and concepts. Teemo listens attentively, even as I feel growing concern from my favorite rat. He sighs when they finish, then speaks.Điscover new chapters at novelhall.com

“So, apparently Nose got a title while we were busy with the Maw: Explorer. It’s similar to a Marshal, but involves going out on expedition a lot yourself, too. He’s been spreading Cappy’s spores around, and the two have been getting a lot of information. Nose found what he says are some wet tunnels underneath Fourdock. He’s also been listening in at the Adventurer’s Guild and heard talk about sewer dungeons.”

Sewer dungeons? You mean generally the worst dungeon in any game?

Teemo tries to suppress a laugh at that. “Don’t let Violet hear you say that. Besides, sewer dungeons seem to work a lot differently to what you’re thinking. They don’t usually have encounters, for starters. Adventurers might be willing to go to all sorts of unpleasant places, but even the most curious ones are going to balk at traipsing through a sewer.”

Onyx shakes her head, and I feel Violet already deep in thought, probably about who to make her Voice. I pat the bond with more encouragement, feeling like a dad tussling his daughter’s hair as she focuses on her homework.

Teemo heads for the surface and soon pops atop a bookshelf in the Office of Dungeon Affairs, or as it’s actually known: the Dungeoneer’s Guild. It looks like she and Berdol are already deep in paperwork for all the happenings with the Maw, so it’s the perfect time to shovel even more work onto the two!

“Heya Telar! I hope you’re not too busy?”

The elven woman sighs and looks up to Teemo. “I am, thanks to you, and I get the feeling I’m about to get busier.” For all her grumpy demeanor, there’s still a brightness to her eyes, like she’s never happier than when she has a dozen forms to update, collate, and file.

Teemo smirks. “Probably not too much more busy. The Boss wants to know about sewer dungeons. Violet wants to expand up and take them over. Is there anything we should be careful about with that?”

Berdol looks up from his own papers with interest as Telar sheathes her quill in her ink pot.

“Sewer dungeons are one of the few types I’m familiar with, since they’re more administrative than adventurous. I believe Fourdock’s sewer system is a bit outdated compared to some, but they should still be perfectly suitable for her to expand into. She’ll need proper access before expanding, or else she may take over the town proper, or cause an even worse quake than Thedeim with his downward expansion.”

Teemo nods at that, so she continues. “As for how they work, it’s rather simple. The sewers are designed to allow easy access by the townsfolk, either via places to dump chamberpots, or proper restroom facilities. A sewer dungeon will take the... contributions, and deal with them in its own way. Some will turn the waste fully to mana for the dungeon, others will break it down before allowing the nutrients to wash out downstream, or to the ocean as would be the case here. I’ve even heard of one that uses the processed waste to enhance herbalism nodes in its territory.”

“And there’s no problem with the local authorities about a dungeon taking over the sewers?”

Telar smiles and shakes her head. “Of course not. Most cities actively try to encourage sewer dungeons to spawn with their sewer design. A large enclosed space close to active mana use is an excellent way to get a dungeon to spawn, even if the specific mechanics are still debated.” She smirks over towards Berdol. “Though now there’s a few eye witnesses to grill for details, even if it’s likely the situation was unusual.” She shakes her head and focuses back on Teemo.

“Regardless, there will be no issue with her expanding to the sewers. In fact, the Lord Mayor will be actively incentivized to keep her happy and safe as the sewer. Whatever method she chooses to deal with the waste, it will help prevent disease and keep the harbor and docks clean.”

“Cool. Boss has Coda helping with an access path. Violet found the sewers on her own, and even heard about sewer dungeons from listening in on the Adventurer’s Guild. Once she has a path, she’ll probably expand up that way then. Oh, she also will probably get a Voice sometime soon, too. Boss is sharing the wealth after the mess with the Maw.”

Telar nods and glances at the shelf with the scrolls on the active dungeons in the area. “I’ll keep that in mind. If there’s nothing else, please have a good day. Berdol and I need to compile the information on the Maw and its unusual spawner, clean up Tarl’s request for a new guild branch in Silvervein, and start the file for the new dungeon there, too.”

Teemo whistles at that. “Don’t let me keep you, then. And don’t work Berdol too hard, either. Tarl’s gonna need him back once he returns.”

Telar simply smiles. “He’s a good worker, and thanks to his affinity, he’s the perfect assistant for copying forms.”

Berdol snorts from his desk, and Teemo looks to see several others laid out around him, parchment secured as metal quills hover over them. “It’s not too bad when they’re all the same thing. I never thought I’d be able to use my affinity for something like this.” It’s difficult to tell if he has a newfound respect for what goes into administrative work, or disdain. I’d wager both.