115. Development - 12

115. Development - 12

After I had arranged the movement of Takis and his enthusiastic group of over-skilled farmers, I was feeling the satisfaction of a job well done.

The group had worked well enough against the waves of beasts considering their disadvantages, and I was expecting them to fight even better once I slipped them some more skills and they built a proper outpost. A third source of experience

In addition to the outpost and Zolast, who was working surprisingly hard for an old man.

[+7240 Experience]

[+4102 Experience]

[+5108 Experience]

The additional notifications started about halfway into my experiment with Takis' group, the sensation coming directly from my connection with Zolast, flowing toward me despite the great distance. Alone, he was able to generate almost two million Experience points an hour, and that was with him holding back.

At the same time, he was leveling up our blacksmiths.

Still, with three distinct sources of Experience, each with the potential to grow, I hoped that my leveling continued smoothly despite the ever-increasing cost. And, with our dungeon constantly generating excess mana stones, the next promotion shouldn't be a problem either.

Even if it was, Limenta was developing rather well as a thief. If we worked together, we could always get the necessary mana stone even if our production suffered.

A few weeks without any bother was all I needed to get stronger in a very noticeable manner. I just needed to avoid any annoyance.

"Everything is finally in order," I said with glee.

Then, I felt a stone in my pocket getting hotter. A message stone that we distributed to the guards, only to be triggered in the case of an emergency. Not the worst one, thankfully, but still enough for me to run even faster back to the headquarters.

"When will I learn to keep my damn mouth shut and not tempt fate," I cursed myself as I rushed, and a few minutes later, the town was already in my sights. Rather than trying to sneak in, I let the Concealment flare to the limit and just dashed, moving before the guards could react to my presence slowing only when I approached the headquarters.

I suppressed Concealment once more in an alley before I started running once more, but this time barely at a speed an ordinary man could reach.

"Euon, thank the gods you're here. Go to the main hall before something happens," the guard said.

"Any idea what's going on?" I asked.

The guard shook his head. "No. Knight Artmiss just came unannounced and in a hurry, asking to see the Guildmaster. We tried to tell him that we can't interrupt him during a magical experiment"

"But he just barged in," I completed.

"We couldn't stop him. It's our shame," he said, but I just waved my hand.

"It's good enough you know not to do something stupid," I said. I hardly wanted them to sacrifice themselves to block the entrance. First, the knight would have easily cleaved through them, barely slowing him down.

More importantly, even assuming that they were somehow successful in pushing Artmiss back, it would only make a bigger mess.

"After the latest sabotage attempt to the dungeon, we decided it was for the best to keep its development a secret. Not that we don't trust them, but with fewer people aware of the secret, the less chance for our enemies to notice it and " I explained, only to be interrupted.

"Wait, sabotage? What sabotage?" he asked, shocked.

Once again, I was struggling to contain my smirk. It seemed that our noble knight was having some trouble with his subordinates if they hadn't informed him about something that important. "Oh, I'm sure I have misread the importance of the situation if your loyal subordinates didn't find it important enough to report," I said.

"Explain," he ordered, even more furious.

"As you wish, sir knight," I said before I gave a very detailed account of the Green rebellion, starting from their infiltration of the Night Blades and the casino attack, followed by the skirmish at the outer town, the trick with the guards, and the premature attack with the mana bomb

With each event, his face turned stiffer. "Good, it seems that my subordinates were capable enough to handle these threats without bothering me," he said, but I didn't need the assistance of my Perception to know it was just a vain attempt to make it look like he trusted his guards to handle it without his input rather than a gross violation of their orders.

Though, I couldn't help but wonder what they were thinking. They couldn't have expected to hide all of this forever, right?

"Is there anything else I could help you with, Sir Artmiss? A drink, maybe, as you wait for the Guildmaster to arrive. Or, if you want, I could still go and summon him," I said.

"No need," he growled as he turned, and without saying anything else, walked away.

Jertann looked like he was about to say something, but despite his anger, a glare was enough to silence him. I waited until Artmiss left the headquarters before I turned to him. "Explain to me, exactly what were you thinking, challenging that idiot directly?" I said, my earlier subservient attitude completely gone.

"He disrespected our guild. Even a knight can't just barge in order to see our Guildmaster," Jertann explained. "And, Zolast was busy."

"What was your plan if he insisted? Were you going to go to the capital and make an official complaint? Or were you going to fight, hoping that you will be able to take him down before he kills your brother and your best friends?" I asked.

He shuffled in discomfort as his anger dissipated, realizing that his recklessness could have ended very badly.

"I'm sorry," he murmured.

"Don't be sorry. Just make sure to think better next time."

"I was afraid that he would realize we had already opened the dungeon. If they noticed it " he tried to argue, but his voice dwindled under my gaze.

"Nothing would have happened. They were gone for a week, and at worst, we could have claimed we finished it during their absence, with no harm done. Certainly a better option than a needless death match that would have turned us into outlaws even if you somehow won." Then, I turned to Karak. "I expect better from you as well. You should have seen the problem with the approach. Next time, take the initiative to speak out rather than letting your friend make a big mistake."

Karak nodded, his head dipping down in shame.

"That applies to you two as well," I said.

"Sorry," Terma and Silas murmured with matching blushes, reminding me just how young they were. Barely into their twenties except Terma, who was not even twenty I didn't want to treat them like this.

But for better or worse, they decided to step into the path of power. They would either learn...

Or perish.

"Follow me. Let's do some training while waiting for Zolast," I said, ignoring their shivers as I walked. "Go and wait for me in the training room," I said while I walked toward the leveling ward. I had enough experience to only level up once more, but it was better than nothing.

I had a lot of plans to adjust.