Chapter 205: The Gilion House

Chapter 205: The Gilion House

The guildhall was mostly empty when Dallion arrived. Estezol was absent for once, making everything else look out of place. Spike was there, along with a few other members of the party. The lieutenant, for whatever reason, wasnt. That made Dallion feel anxious.

Youre early, Spike joked. Dallion could see enthusiasm and aggression ring through him. He was looking forward to the job and was hoping there would be a lot of fighting as well.

I am? Dallion looked at the other people involved.

There were three other people there excluding Spike, none of them lieutenant Jenzeen, thankfully. Some of the people he had seen on occasion, while others remained unknown. All of them were wearing light armor of sky silver, making Dallion rethink his decision of rejecting Eurys offer. Apparently, the gorgon knew more on the subject, yet again.

The weapons the group were equipped with were rather simple, ranging from daggers to short swords. No one seemed to have a shield, or any large ranged weapons for that matter. Thinking about it, it made a lot of sensetheir job was to mend the realm, not cause further damage. Of course, that means that the whole endeavor would be that much more difficult.

Better be careful with that. The only female member of the group pointed at Dallions harpsisword. Long weapons arent good for fighting in such jobs. Too slow to move about.

Hell be fine, Spike said. Vend has probably taught him everything there is about splitting.

Dallion felt a lump in his throat. If only it were true. It was safe to say that he had taken his first few steps along the path of proper combat splitting, not to mention that his level remained rather low to be efficient.

Ill be using it for music, Dallion said. The doubt in the woman subsided, though didnt disappear altogether. Apparently, the lieutenant wasnt the only one questioning him about joining the mission. Thankfully, of the remaining three members, two were glad for the supportprobably relieved they werent the junior member anymore. The lasta large man with long greying hairdidnt seem to care in the least.

Thats Alera, by the way, Spike introduced the woman. Scout, when she actually tries.

The woman glared at Spike, but said nothing.

Hi, Im Dal. Dallion smiled.

Everyone knows who you are, the old man in the group said. And why youre here. If you ask me, its a bad idea.

You dont think Ill be able to keep up? Dallions ego kicked in.

I dont think its safe for you. This isnt your typical sanitation mission. This is a full house reconstruction. Cracks aren't the only nasty things that lurk in a realm. There are other things as well.

Chainlings? Dallion whispered.

Whoa, no need to get that excited, Spike laughed. Sometimes I wish they were chainlings. Theyre less strong, but more annoying. Moldlings, rusties, and the like. Youll see a lot of them. Will be good practice for your next mission.

Provided he manages to survive until then, lieutenant Jenzeen appeared round the corner, along with a short woman. Both were wearing full plate armor, making the lieutenant look like a scare-crow in a horror movie. Dallion could tell that the suit of armor was close to flawless, but it definitely didnt suit him aesthetically. Done with introductions? Good, because its time to go.

One minute in and Dallion already didnt like this mission.

Its just a rite of passage, he told himself. Once this is done everything will be fine. Even so, the lieutenants words had an effect on him.

Dont worry about it, Nil said. Hes always been dramatic with the new kids. If anything, thats a certain indicator hes warming up to you. Ron doesnt bother to talk with people he doesnt like. And the creature thing is just a scare tactic.

Well, its working, Dallion thought.

After a quick check, the group set on their way. Initially, Dallion had no idea where the house in question would be. When they reached the neighborhood, he could hardly believe his eyes. This was the very same area on which the general lived. To have a building here that needed repairing meant that no one had bothered with it for a while.

Thats the one, the lieutenant pointed to a rather cute three-story building. From the outside there didnt seem anything wrong with it. Sure, the plants were a bit overgrown, and the cleanliness wasnt the best, but as far as anyone could see, there were no visible cracks or holes.

Looks pretty okay to me, Dallion ventured an opinion, only to get a few smirks.

Newbie mistake, Spike said. Wait till we get inside.

Moments later, Dallion found out exactly what the others had in mind. As the door opened, a whiff of stale air overloaded his senses, almost making him puke on the spot.

Threads of hostility surrounded him, visible like venomous blue strands in the air. It didnt take long for Dallion to pinpoint the source of themthe bogs, or rather something hidden beneath the swampy surface.

How do you want it? Spike asked. Splitting up or slow and steady?

"Slow and steady for now. When we clean the ground floor, well tackle the rest separately," the liutenant said.

Where is the rest? Dallion asked. In his experience, a realm was pretty much a representation of what the area was. However, this one had nothing in common. He could understand that the swamps were probably the plant, and likely had cracks hiding in them, but there was no sign of anything he would call a key point structure representing the other floors.

In the distance, Alera replied. You cant see it because of the mist.

What mist?

Given that Dallions perception was at sixteen, he thought he would at least be able to spot that. The air seemed perfectly clear and there was nothing of significance in the distance in any direction. For several seconds Dallion kept staring at the horizon, hoping that something would pop out.

Instead, he received a pat on the back.

You cant see it, one of the party members said. Thats part of the trick. We need to clean the swamps first.

You mean drain the swamps? Dallion said with hope.

He means destroy the swamps, the lieutenant said. No swamps, no mist. You get the idea.

Sure. Dallion nodded.

How do you destroy a swamp? He asked.

Alas, dear boy, that is an area Im not well-versed in. Youll have to find out by yourself.

It took less than a minute for the party to determine with which swamp to start. The process seemed a complete mysterythe lieutenant seemed to point at a certain spot only to receive a nod or a head shake from Alara. Once the decision was made, everyone went in that direction without question.

Be careful where you step, Spike whispered to Dallion. Most of the nasties like to bite the ankles. If they get you, youll have smelly feet for days.

Right, Dallion laughed.

Actually, hes serious about that, Nil said. There are things from the realms that leave a lasting effect in the real world. Well, when I say lasting effect, its nothing serious. A rash, minor wound we dont deal with serious things here.

Hold on! Dallion shouted mentally. What do you mean, lasting effects?

Dear boy, what did you expect? Your music can affect the way someone feels. Cracks can cause items to crack and chip. Why shouldnt things be able to affect you?

Good question. The only answer Dallion could think of was that nothing of the sort had happened before. Rather, almost nothing. The chainlings were able to affect awakened, and there was the thing about sphere items causing people to die. Once again, Dallion found that he had been leading a sheltered life. At least now he knew why March had sent him on this jobwhat better way to learn the effects than experience them himself.

Honestly, its really rare for you to stumble upon something of the sort. The only reason I know is because of my research.

A specific job that affected people in real life. One didnt have to be a detective to see that similar things awaited Dallion in the World Item.

COMBAT INITIATED

Red rectangles suddenly flashed all around them. Instantly, everyone summoned their weapons.

Form a circle! the lieutenant ordered. Newbie, you stay on the inside!

Dallion obeyed, summoning his dartbow.

Dont use that, Spike said, holding two cleavers. Bolts only make a mess of things. He pushed Dallion further back. Dont get any of the pus on your skin.