Chapter 324: Talk with a Table

Chapter 324: Talk with a Table

Seeing the whip blade prominently displayed in Dallions awakening room was quite the sight. It was the first new exotic weapon he had managed to obtain. However, as much as he looked at it, he could also see the invisible strings attaching him to the general once more. In theory, nothing stopped Dallion from returning the weapon this very day. The new deal had been entirely in his favor. From here on things could only get better. At worst Dallion would have to forge a weapon on his own, at best hed keep the one he had and officially make Gleam its guardian. And still, in the back of his mind, he had the strong feeling that he was played.

Staring at it wont help, Nil said. If you want to learn more about it, go to the guildhall and ask for some instruction scrolls. My original would be the first choice, but you can pester one of the other captains even March if you have to.

What are the chances of me ending up with such a weapon right before the start of the tournament?

Given who the general is, quite high. The old echo smirked. Hes already had dealings with you before. Not to mention that hes probably keeping an eye on all the wildcards. Oh, and one other thing. Did you notice that you cleared an item of his for free?

I know that, but its not his yet.

Possibly. You can still earn it through your fights. However, can you imagine how many other items the general will gain if you make it to the top eight on your first go? I wouldnt put it past him to have found an item with a hidden realm on purpose. That way he always wins.

Well, in this case I win as well.

Dallion left the realm, returning to his room. Even with his awakening powers, there wasnt enough time in the day. It was almost ironic that in Dallions effort to compose the perfect plan, he had put more on his plate than he could handle. It had all started simple enoughget Lux to light up the kaleidervisto during his fight at the arena and, in doing so, reveal the chainlings hiding among the crowd. The expedition was supposed to help him gain valuable knowledge and experience that would help when facing these chainlings. That plan had failed when Dallion had discovered that two thirds of the realm had been flooded. At the same time through the expedition, he had obtained a key with the power to take things between realms. That, in turn, had led to questions relating to the eighth Moon, which was all the more reason that he did well at the arena in order to win favor from those who could give him an answer. And all that was before his arrangement with Fire Sky and the general. Now, Dallion had two days in which he had to learn forging to the necessary degree to create a temporary home for Lux, find out how to use that to use the firebirds healing boost in the real world, learn to fight with a whip blade and finally complete enough achievements to raise his stats.

If the whole thing wasnt as serious, Dallion would have laughed that all he was doing was stacking up quests.

Ill manage, Dallion told himself. I just need some proper rest. Tomorrow Ill go to the guild and get everything I need to be ready.

Alas, sleep didnt come easy. Dallion was either too excited about the things that had happened, too anxious about the things to come, or thinking about Euryale. It was a given that he missed her, but it was in moments like these, when Dallion allowed himself to relax for a bit, that he really felt her absence. To a degree, he was tempted to sneak out of the inn and go to the gorgons workshop. At one point he had almost done so but reason had prevailed. In the end, Eury had more than enough things on her mind as well.

Sleep came abruptly several hours after. One moment Dallion was thinking about all his plans in the inns bed, and the next he was doing the same, sitting at a wooden table. The transition was such that for a long period of time he didnt even realize this was a dream.

Always needing hints, dont you? a voice asked.

Dallion turned to his right. A large man with bright ginger hair and beard sat there enjoying a mug of beer.

Havoc? Dallion blinked.

The last, and only, time he had seen that person was during the chainling hunt back at Dherma village. Havoc was another volunteer, supposedly from another village. Judging by his behavior, though, Dallion suspected there was more to it. Unlike everyone else, the large man seemed to know quite a bit about the chainlings nature.

Didnt expect to see me? the man laughed. Should I be hurt?

I thought you were back"

In the middle of nowhere? The man finished the sentence. Most probably I am. To be honest, since this is a dream, Ive no idea where I am. He laughed again, then finished his drink.

The scene changed again. The table was still there, but this time it was located on the top of an impossibly tall tower in the middle of Lastport.

Water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink, Havoc said, looking into the horizon. Its impressive that you managed to get from one part of the realm to the other. It would have been more impressive if you had found the remaining seven temples, though.

Who would place a key in front of a locked door?

Dallion could think of many people that did just that back on Earth. The important thing was that he could see Havocs point. There was little logic for the Vermillion ring to be left there. Finding it was just a lucky break that had nothing to do with the fake ocean.

So what are you telling me? Dallion asked.

Im telling you what you should be doing, not how you should be doing it. Sheesh, even helping you is a burden. Its a wonder that you managed to achieve as much as you did.

The surroundings changed again. Dallion was back in a large hall, though not one he had seen before. Massive windows of stained glass depicted scenes from the Seven Moons Dallion hadnt seen before. Looking around, there were eight in total, although one of them was painted completely white.

Remember, you must separate the things that are important from those that arent.

Everythings important, Dallion said out of habit.

Everything is important, but not at the same time. Youre focusing on things that are important for a minute or two, gambling that they will help you save time on what's really important.

What are you trying to say?

How should I know? Its your dream? Im not even here.

If this is my dream, I must be talking to myself, Dallion concluded.

Who knows? Maybe this is another vision sent to you by a Moon? Or maybe the Star is trying to trick you? Who knows? Certainly not me. Havoc laughed again.

That was no longer helpful. Dallion felt as if he were on the verge of grasping something profound, only to be dragged away by unintelligible gibberish. He no longer had any idea what Havoc was talking about. The important thing was to remember the hint about the ocean. That made sense. Everything else not so much.

Youre thinking of leaving, arent you?

I have a lot of things to do, Dallion said, although right now he couldnt remember a single one. He was sure he had a lot of tasks waiting. I promise Ill stay longer next time.

You always say that and always do. Take care and try to be less reckless. Its not only about you anymore. Now that youre a big shot, a lot of others are depending on you as well.

You can count on me. Dallion smiled. Just one question, though. If this is a dream, why havent I seen you here before?

Ah. The large man grinned, then leaned forward. The reason he whispered is because Im not really Havoc.

Suddenly, Dallion found that he was the only person at the table. There was no sigh of Havoc or anyone else, for the matter.

Im reality, Im just a table, Havocs voice echoed. But I still wanted to help. Youre one of those that deserve it. Many have come and gone, many have failed. Im hoping that you wont.

A moment later, it was morning.