3.16 In Which the Dark Lord Gets a Second Opinion

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3.16 In Which the Dark Lord Gets a Second Opinion

We never did find those keys, but some time spent scrounging through the surrounding tunnels and chambers provided us a surprising workaround in the form of a stockpile of alchemy supplies. It had been thoroughly looted, of courseJadraks people had taken all the valuable stuff, leaving behind mostly what was both cheap and stored in large enough containers that it wouldve been hard to bring along in a hasty evacuation.

But that works in our favor! Amell said with more excitement than Id ever seen from her. The kind of basic ingredients you tend to stock in large quantities are versatile for more mundane taskswith this stuff I can mix up enough fast-hardening glue to seal all those doors!

Glue. Rizzs tone was openly skeptical. And how long do you reckon thatll hold?

Amell deflated slightly. Wellits glue. The doors will be un-openable, but I mean, obviously somebodys whos determined and has access to tools or dissolving agents will be able to get through with a few hours of work.

Its a shame these are such big, obviously important doors, Aster said with a wince. We could glue a broom cupboard shut and it might escape notice for a while. Sealing these is like painting a sign for looters.

I know, but its what we can do with what weve got, Amell sighed.

Obviously nothing we can whip up heres gonna be a permanent solution, even if we could find the actual keys, said Rizz. Itd be ideal if we could do something thatd hold for a few days, not hours. By then Ill have rallied the Judges and you lot mightve finished off Jadrak. Right now, with the situation in Kzidnak, any goblins out looting will be either desperate or highly opportunisticexactly the ones who should not be allowed to contact a devil.

Amell nodded. Yeah. Its a shame they didnt leave us some of the better reagents, at least. With these basic reagents, I could mix up enough liquid rock to seal those doorswell, the edges, not fully covering them, probably. But without the heating agent to harden them, thats useless.

Liquid rock? I asked, the idea tingling something in my mind. Heating agent?

Yeah, it requires intense heat to solidify. Once thats done its about as hard as normal bedrock, but without the heating agent its justthick mud.

You just need heat, right? Zui suggested. Cos I bet theres still an asauthec storage somewhere around here. That stuffs difficult and dangerous to transport in a hurry

She trailed off, as Amell was already shaking her head negatively.Read latest chapters at novelhall.com Only

That wont work; if you apply something on fire directly to the mixture, it does harden, but does so as its boiling, so the final result is really porous and brittle. This is why you dont see the stuff used very much in construction, its really tricky to work with. The heating mixture has to be applied on top, its made of uncommon reagents and its difficult to apply correctly. You can work around that with a physical heat source, but getting one to apply enough heat for long enough, steadily enough not to wreck the hardening processwell, any application method is its own engineering challenge and it burns through a lot of asauthec.

I held up one hand.

Heat Beam.

It was tightly focused and high-intensity, causing Amell to squeak and skitter away even though I wasnt aiming anywhere near her. I held the concentrated beam of light for a few seconds before letting it dissipate, leaving a scorched spot on the stone wall emitting wisps of acrid smoke.

Will that work?

How long can you sustain that, Lord Seiji? Amell asked, suddenly intent again. It was downright cute how she forgot she was shy and nervous whenever there was alchemy business afoot.

As long as I can stay awake. Champions get basically bottomless spell power, isnt that right, Yoshi?

Ive never even heard of that spell, Pashilyn said with a slight frown.

I smiled sweetly at her. You arent the fuckin Dark Lord.

So thats how I began my third career: musician, Dark Lord, and now welder.

Four of the five doors we were able to seal on both sides for maximum security, so the first part of the work was spentcarefullyin the defiled Spirits chamber. I wasnt the only one keeping a wary distance from the damn thing, though I maintain I had the most reason. Amell busied herself mixing weird-smelling chemicals in large batches, whereupon the rest of us went to work closing the big doors and painting over every crack between and around them with the resulting goop, using some goblin-sized brooms and mops wed found as big brushes. Given that these ended up being not very long in human terms, we werent able to cover the topmost part of the taller doors, which for some reason were built to way more than goblin scale, but hopefully it would suffice. The results didnt have to hold forever, just a few days.

After we sealed the first one from the inside, the others moved on to paint the other doors and I began the process of hardening the liquid rock with Heat Beam. At first Amell supervised me to make sure I could identify the change in texture indicating when the process was done. I experimented a bit with concentrations and patterns of the beam before settling on a configuration that gave me the best balance of heat and coverage to get this done most efficiently.

Four doors could be sealed from the inside; we had to leave one open, obviously, to get out, despite Flaethwyns sneering suggestion that I should take one for the team and entomb myself in there. I didnt even have the chance to properly rebut before Pashilyn pointedly asked her if she really wanted the Dark Lord to lock himself away with nothing but a Void altar.

Phase two involved a lot of backtracking through the surrounding corridors to repeat the process on the outside of the doors, because as much as we were all anxious to get moving, this did not seem like something that could be half-assed. We were going to be forced to leave one of them rocked over on only one side, and that was enough of a risk. The process was made less complicated by the presence of familiars, who could sense the entire layout of the surrounding tunnels and navigate us through them.

So I ended up trailing well after everyone else, since the process of hardening the liquid rock was a lot slower than slapping it into place. I could hear their distant voices echoing through the corridors, and some of the others would periodically come through to check on me and patrol the area. For the most part, though, it was just me, Biribo, and Aster, who had insisted on watching my back. I knew better than to argue, even though her evolving role in the organization was less bodyguard and more lieutenant now; every time I let her hover around protecting me, I was building up points I could then spend when I actually needed to do something alone. Something told me I was going to need those soon.

Having a nice rest, Aster? sneered the last person I wanted to pay me a visit while I was sealing up the third door externally. I was all but certain she had only bothered to come by to say that specifically.

Im his bodyguard, Flaethwyn, Aster replied in a bored tone. This is the job.

That is Highlady Flaethwyn, lowborn, the elf snapped.

By Lord Seijis decree, there is no racial hierarchy in the Dark Crusade. I am the second in command to a head of state, which means I considerably outrank you. Now shut your smirking gob and go waste someone elses time, you insufferable leaf-ear.

I heard the distinctive hiss of a rapier being pulled from its sheath.

Flaethwyn, I said without pausing my work, Aster is fighting with her words, like an adult. If I have to pause what Im doing and turn around, Im going to be far more immature about it.

There was a momentary silence while she considered her options. Id have really enjoyed seeing her face just then, but I remained on task, both because what I was doing was important and because I knew making a show of not caring about her was only deepening the insult. Anyway, Aster was close to indestructible in her artifact armor and Biribo was silently hovering just within my field of view, able to give warning if I needed to turn and deal with this.

It ended, though, with Flaethwyns feet stomping gracelessly away down the corridor.

That girl isnt right in the head, Aster muttered as the elf departed. Ive known a lot of aggressive people, but shes something else. Its like shes angry at the universe for no reason and determined to make it everyone elses problem.

Well I mean, thats a lot of

Thats different, Aster said with a smile I could hear without turning around. Youre funny, and at least capable of being polite when you want something, and generally goal directed. Thats my point: you can be one of the bigger assholes Ive ever met when youre in a mood, but you dont go around causing pointless trouble just out of spite.

Aw, thats sweet. Still dont wanna bang you, though.

Thats fine, I can do so much better. I wonder if Maizos single?

That felt good, though, didnt it? Mouthing off to a smug elf like that.

It really did, she admitted.

Ill bet.

Considering what that spell of yours does, granting double Blessings and the collected powers of every magically gifted race you can add to it Youre building a core of devastatingly powerful agents. The kind of people youll want watching your back and leading the charge as necessary. That isnt Sneppit. Shes an administrator, a negotiator, and gifted beyond all reason at both those thingsa real once in a generation talent. But that doesnt come without drawbacks. Shes terrible at personal combat, and absolutely hates doing it. Really, anything that puts her on the assembly line or the front lines or any kind of line where shell mess up her manicure is gonna make her wilt. Im just saying, Lord Seiji, it would be a waste of absolutely tragic proportions to take a talent like hers and put her in a position where shed just be incompetent and miserable.

She hesitated again, and I waited. This time, I was pretty sure I knew what was coming next.

Especially when you have other options for that role.

I glanced down at her again. Gizmit was still not looking at mebut now I could detect the subtleties of her posture. The way shed carefully thrust her chest out and adjusted the position of her crossed arm to frame her bust, the very precise angle at which shed tilted her head to accentuate her features for maximum effect from the precise directly of my eyeline. She mightve gotten away with it, too, if I hadnt come from a world where I knew how people posed on Instagram, and then worked and lived among a bunch of former sex workers, and also collected a set of bullshit personal traumas which forced me to immediately divert my attention from the visceral reminder that this goblin was, in fact, beddably cute before I had a full-body twitch that messed up my welding.

You are full of surprises, Gizmit, I said, pleased with the evenness of my delivery.

That is correct, she said with a vague little smile, then levered herself off the wall. Seems youve got this under control. Ill go check in with the others. Theyre done putting up the liquid rock and the Heros out patrolling with his familiar in case we get more company.

She strolled away down the tunnel. I continued working in silence until her footsteps had disappeared.

Thats the second goblin in ten minutes to warn us that Miss Sneppits not entirely the prize catch she wants you to think she is, Aster commented quietly once there was quiet again.

Mhm. Makes me thinkeither shes got issues that we need to explore carefully before committing to anything with her, or the people weve been talking to have their own agendas that dont include Sneppit gaining more power.

No reason it cant be both.

Oh, it is definitely both.

So. Gizmit wanted to be the Goblin Queen. That wasan idea. Id all but decided on Sneppit for that role, but if what she and Rizz had just told me was even mostly true, Sneppit might not be a good fit for it after all, even as impressive as her talents were. Gizmit, though? Whether or not she was a good fit, shed forced me to consider exactly what I did need from whoever occupied that position. And she was right: it was a combatant, not an administrator.

Of course, there was always the approach of collecting every reasonably useful, attractive, and plausibly loyal woman I came across like trading cards. Unless

Hey, Biribo.

Boss?

That thing Aster mentioned before, about curses. Is that something we actually have to worry about?

Uh Well, curses are really rare, Boss. Youre not likely to find a sorcerer who can cast a curse in a place like Dount.

And how likely am I to find somebody on Dount who can castoh, just off the top of my headHeal? Or Null?

All right, point taken.

And when I start having to fight the likes of the Lancor Empire?

yeah, they will definitely have people who can inflict curses.

Which are?

Magical effects that are permanent or have a difficult removal condition, applied against the subjects wishes. Actually, Enamor can be considered a curse, though most of the others are tricky and only likely to be in the repertoire of powerful, veteran Blessed. Enamor itself isnt a common spell by any means, and its the most basic one by that description youre likely to find. But what you want to know is whether theyll propagate across Spirit Bond.

Yes, obviously. And?

It, uh, it depends on the specific spell. Enamor wont; some others wont. Butthere are a lot that will.

Which means, I sighed, Asters original concern stands. The more people we add to the Spirit Bond, the more vulnerable we all are. And the longer were out there fighting, the more likely it is that someone will figure out that weakness.

Yeah Sorry, boss. Enjoin is an absolutely game-changing asset; you cant expect something like that not to come with a pretty serious downside.

Well, this is all food for thought. I finished the last line and stepped back from the faintly smoking door, now with its seams buried in a layer of artificial but fully solidified rock, slathered on just thick and wide enough to really lock it in place without being too brittle. All right, lets finish this up and get the hell out of here already. I hate being the last one at work.

The last door was inevitably going to be the weak point: it was the one through which wed initially entered the Spirits chamber, and then left it, meaning we hadnt been able to seal up the inside with liquid stone. Amell had whipped up a batch of that glue shed first mentioned and applied it to the inner surfaces right before we pulled it shut behind us, where it should be hardened by the time the liquid stone started going on. They had also, apparently, taken the trouble of finding something to stand onprobably just the displaced barricade that was still standing right there next to the doorand slathered the stone mixture all the way up to the top. After I finished heating it, we moved the barricades back into place and then glued together the chains for good measure.

It was the best we could do. Hopefully it would deter the curious and acquisitive long enough for us to settle Jadrak and make a more permanent arrangement.

Most of the group was present to put on these last touches, and our last members returned with excellent timing just as we were finishing up. Yoshi, Nazralind, and Rhoka came trotting up in a hurrynot the trio I wouldve expected to be hanging out together, but that detail was immediately pushed out of my mind by the news they brought.

We have trouble, Yoshi said seriously.

So, theres good news and bad news, Naz added, and both are that we know which goblin is the Void witch, since itll be the one tipped off by his devil friend to come see whos fucking around with his altar.

Hoy is entering the complex, Rhoka said tersely, with about fifty armed goblins.

Shouldve known touching that thing would bite us, Flaethwyn muttered.

Excuse me, I said, but I got bitten first and harder than any of you. But still, yes, point taken. I guess we did sort of draw attention to ourselves.

Yoshi nodded grimly. The nail that sticks up gets hammered down.

You know, I mused, drawing my rapier, I think I prefer the American version of that proverb.

Oh?

I gave him my most wolfish grin. When all you have is a hammer, every problem looks like a nail.

Man, that wouldve been such a perfect line on which to end the conversation, but as usual nobody could let me have any fun.

I, uh Yoshi squinted at me. Are you sure thats the American version? Because that sounds like a completely different proverb that happens to use a similar metaphor.

Yeah, well, youre probably right, I agreed, already striding past him in the direction from which theyd come. Its not like Im an expert on proverbs, after all. Im just a guy with a big bag of hammers.