Chapter 306: A Game For Vez

Chapter 306: A Game For Vez



The three talked between themselves for a while, but soon it was apparent to even those not listening that no one else had something to report, so they moved on to the fourth phase of

the meeting.

Transactions.

It was time to exchange with the rest while keeping it in 'tune,' as Mr. Player previously stated.

"Well, I'll start again by asking for the same holy relic..."

Mr. King asked, with annoyance seething in his voice, a question that seemed to have been repeated many times in previous meetings.

"Have any of you found leads on one that could clone me, conciseness and all, like those Class-Three Technomancers?"

All chess pieces shook their heads with the exception of Mr. Pawn.

Emir was stroking his chin while looking back at Mr. King as they locked eyes.

It appeared that the man held hope that their new member would've had something.

"Anything specific? Flaw doesn't matter? Give details."

Mr. King nodded.

"Third ability, third upgrade, NanoClone. Flaw mustn't give out my location or sound any alarms; simply put, I need my actions to be hidden and not broadcasted. Money is no object."

After a moment of thought Emir nodded as well.

"I'll see what I can find... Don't expect much though, as most of you have already noticed I don't have much experience in things outside my planet."

While he still held a glimmer of hope, he didn't wish to put any pressure on Emir and his next words indicated that:

"Don't worry about it."

Ms. Knight then interrupted their moment with a smile:

Why was a Knight specialist so short? Dwarfs weren't meant to be knights, were they? Such a transformation made no sense, especially compared to the others.

Was she a Knight or was he wrongly assuming that?

Anyhow, such a dilemma didn't stay in his mind for long as he thought about the fifth and final thing that struck out to him, besides their sometimes weird accents, rather mostly Ms.

Knight's.

The Order was mentioned.

A "Sentinel of their's" Mr. Rook said.

From what Emir knew of them, he expected the Sentinel to be another technological construct, yet from the way they talked about it, it seemed to be something incredibly powerful, matching the status of high-ranking Archons, worth mentioning even in clan

reports.

'Hmm...'

As he began to conclude everything, he couldn't help but inwardly say:

'I'm really way out of my league here...'

But that wasn't something that affected him. In fact, it only increased his already insane drive

to go forward as he finally took a real glimpse at the other side.

"Now, is there anyone else?"

At those words from Mr. Board, Emir's attention returned to the table.

Like the shameless man that he was, he proceeded to ask something no one expected except

the one at the head of the table.

"Yes... I've got many questions and not much money, so am I allowed a few freebies?"

Ms. Knight smiled and lightly tapped his shoulders.

"Aye, and why don't we settle that with a game for Vez? What say ye, Mr. Player?"