Chapter 512: Former Champion

Chapter 512: Former Champion

Time flew by faster than Dallion expected it. With the crowds reaching ludicrous size during the buildup, it proved better to remain indoors and only go out in the early hours of the morning. Unfortunately, that didnt seem to help much. While most of the people were asleep, their items werent, and with Dallions empathy level, it was enough for him to walk along a street for all visiting guardians to notice and try to exchange a few words. The first few times, Dallion decided to humor them, hoping to learn a bit more of the events in the world. Sadly, he quickly found that to be a mistake. The people who had the means and security to travel through the wilderness in times of plague and near war were almost exclusively rich enough not to know anything other than the events of their own town.

There were a few swords who had recently changed hands and knew something about the wilderness, but even their information didnt show the big picture. In the end, Dallion had chosen to spend his time with Eury, when she wasnt working, or focus on hedgerel training. The gorgon had invited him to join her to the Arena several times, but Dallion had flatly refused. After the warning from the overseer, he didnt want to be anywhere near the countess, or any other nobles for that matter. And there was the matter of the general.

Dallion strongly suspected that if anyone could find an item to limit the Star, he would have it. Getting the man to give it was a different matter altogether. Dallion still owed him a favor. If he asked for help, hed become burdened with one more. Sadly, there didnt seem to be any way around it.

Day after day, Dallion went secretly to see the general on the side of the Arena, and each time he was nowhere to be found. The fury servants greeted Dallion with identical apologies each time, offering to convey a message. Each time Dallion refused, knowing full well that word would still reach the general.

On the sixth day, when the top eight contestants of the tournament were decided, a fury came to Eurys workshop with an invitation to Dallion. Unfortunately, that wasnt the invitation he was hoping for. Apparently, as the previous tournament champion his presence had been requested by Countess Priscord herself. In theory, refusal was an option, but Dallion knew well enough not to do so. Thus, he found himself accompanying the fury not only to the Arena, but to the noble section of the stands, half a dozen rows beneath the countess box along with the rest non-awakened VIPs. Funnily enough, Euryale was also there, not too far away, standing by the overseer.

The moment he saw her, Dallion waved. The gorgon, however, didnt wave back.

Troubles in paradise? a familiar voice asked. Dallion didnt even have to turn around to know that the general had made his way to the row behind him. Just pulling your leg. Im sure theres nothing to worry about. Gorgons do tend to get consumed in their work. Did I mention that I had a gorgon nanny at one point?

Dallion remained silent. After a few seconds he noticed, none of the people in immediate vicinity were paying any attention. Even more, they were emitting a presence of sub-servitude, as if they had been bound by some curse to the generals will. Some of the faces started looking familiar. Dallion remembered, seeing them in the corridor near the generals room. To the public, the general liked to introduce them as associates, but everyone knew what they really werepeople caught in the mans web with little hope of ever escaping.

General, Dallion whispered curtly.

Kilina told me that youve been searching for me, the general continued. As you could see Ive been here the entire time.

There was something I wanted to discuss.

Of course there was. However, were in the midst of the tournament now. It's bad form to talk business here.

The man adjusted the collar of his overly expensive shirt. If Dallion were to guess, the fabric had to be a combination of gem threads, spun together so as to let off different colors as light hit it. That, combined with a coat of purple leather and a multitude of rings made of sky silver, made sure that there wasnt anyone in that part of the arena to outshine the general.

Tell me, who do you think will win? the general asked.

Dallion looked at the fighters. At this stage, only the best of the best remained. All of them were combat splitting, and attacking with such intensity that one would say that they were in the wilderness hunting monsters.

Difficult to say, Dallion admitted. Most of the pairings seemed to be evenly matched. The last one, though, seemed to be slightly tilted towards a tall dark-skinned woman. On closer examination, Dallion noticed the apprentice hunters emblem incorporated on her arm bracelet. That one, he said, glancing from the woman to the general and back.

The mercenary hunter. The general placed his finger on his lips. An interesting choice. The odds dont favor her. If you had been here the last few days, youd have seen her almost lose during the previous rounds.

Shes still fighting. Her opponents arent.

Do you have an artifact that limits someones level? Dallion asked straight out.

Huh? The general made an expression as if he had just choked.

Never before had Dallion seen the man shocked to such an extent. The generals expression was almost worth it.

Do you want to get us banished? The man looked about in all directions.

No.

Then youre simply an idiot, the general snapped. Thats not something you should even joke about. The Order has eyes everywhere, from the Imperial Capital to the smallest piece of crap village. And they wouldnt like anyone stepping into their matters.

Limit temporarily, Dallion clarified. Like the training daggers.

Upon hearing that the generals expression softened. He was no longer as fidgety as before, straightening the sleeves of his vest, as if nothing of importance had occurred.

It would be a good idea to increase your vocabulary and linguistics skills, he said. Misspeaking like that could well get you in a lot of trouble. The man cleared his throat. So, you want an artifact to help you level up? Youre aware that such trinkets wont help you increase your level beyond where you are now.

Thats not what Im aiming for. I want to make sure that the person I potentially fight has the same limitations I do.

Intriguing. The wicked smile returned to the generals face. Thats definitely a new one. Do you have any particular person in mind?

Yes, Dallion replied.

Well, thats your business. The general shrugged after several seconds of silence. To be honest, I havent heard of anything similar existing. Ill ask about, of course. Itll definitely be an exotic find. More than likely something Ill like to add to my collection. I assume youll need it before you set off for Linatol?

Dallion didnt budge a muscle. Deep inside, he knew that it was pointless to pretend. The general had learned about his mission, as he usually did. It was starting to seem that people were incapable of keeping secrets in this world.

Not to worry, Ill do my best. The general tapped Dallion on the shoulder with measured disgust, then quickly pulled his hand away. In return, Id be thankful if you do me a small favor while there.

I might be a bit out of my league.

Nonsense. The man waved his hand. Its nothing involving fighting. All you have to do is take part in a certain auctiona very legal auctionand procure a specific item. Ill provide the funds. All you have to do is make sure no one outbids you. Doesnt sound difficult, does it?

Depends on the funds.

Oh, dont worry. No one will outbid you. As long as you dont lose them on the way.