Chapter 899 899 Levels In Bard

Chapter 899 899 Levels In Bard

"So, that's how you ended up at the Feathered Demons' castle, scouring their library when our armies showed up to sack it?" One of the enthralled young nobles asked as Wolfe finished his story some time later.

"More or less. I may have omitted a few details, but we got to the important parts." Wolfe agreed.

"I disagree, you left out the part about why the Succubus liked you so much she followed you around." One of the ladies added, much to Cassie's embarrassment.

"That's hardly a topic for polite company. But if you wish to gossip with the Ladies, I won't stop you." Wolfe replied.

"It seems like you have a knack for making up stories." A booming voice announced from behind Wolfe's shoulder.

He turned around and the Commander of the Army, the one that had been identified as Petros by the Colonel, was standing behind him.Expploore uptodate stories at novelhall.com

"Lord Petros, forgive my intrusion on your lovely party. These kind Gentlemen saw me in town after a minor portal mishap, and invited me to come meet the locals." Wolfe replied.

"It really is you. Better that that Demon King had killed you, if you ask me." The grumpy Commander replied.

Wolfe wisely refrained from any more reminders that he was friends with their enemies, and simply shrugged his shoulders.

"Well, it would have saved me a rather considerable bit of travel. But have you brought your lady wife? We have met before, but I heard rumours that she is every bit as dashing and gallant as you are."

Petros sipped his rum and then ran his fingers through his short grey hair. "Alright, things are more complex than I had imagined.

We need those mages trained, as they can use types of magic that we can't, thanks to the source of our powers. But if you imagined.

We need those mages trained, as they can use types of magic start sending Demonic Overlords and hordes of Undead to ravage their planet, they're going to go into rebellion.

I can't have that. They're a pet project of mine as I push for the King Rank. Once I reach it, I will move there and take over personally. You have the backing of multiple Demon Kings and Fae Saints, so a prolonged conflict with your faction is not in my best interest at this time."

Wolfe nodded. He didn't miss the whole "At this time", but hopefully by the time that Petros started to get ambitious again there was either another target, or he had made it to at least Rank Eight himself.

With that level of power and the Continental Representatives, they should be able to deal with most incursion attempts.

"I must say, the reward of whatever your Divine One did to my mana cores is a strange sensation, but it doesn't seem to be harmful. I just hope that it doesn't cause any issues when I return to my world. The mana of the Lower Planes isn't abundant there." Wolfe commented, fishing for information.

Petros shook his head. "That doesn't matter. You're still taking in normal mana, I can feel it. It's just that your body is converting it. If I had to hazard a guess, I would say that you are slowly ceasing to be human at all. With that much essence of the Lowest Planes in you, I'm surprised that you're not an Eldritch Horror yet.

Can you release the shield over the rest of your cores, so I can see the extent of the change?"

Wolfe released the protective shield that was blocking off the rest of his mana cores and a vortex of mana was pulled from the entire city into his body, trying to balance them with the new energy level required to accommodate the change in composition.

"Close it. Fast." Petros demanded.