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chapter-258

“So… would you want to rebuild a world like the one you lived in once you’re king? One of peace, personal freedom, great luxury for all—nearly post-scarcity, as you called it?” Elenore asked Argrave.

They were all once again on the grain cart, though having entered Relize itself, the smooth roads made for a nice ride. Argrave looked at his sister, thinking over her words in detail.

Argrave rubbed his eyes. “Anneliese asked me if I’d like to run away and look for answers about my situation once Gerechtigkeit is stopped.”

“Well?” Elenore tilted her head. “Which would you want to do?”

“I’ll tell you the same thing I told her,” Argrave lowered his hands. “We have to get there first, you damn dunce.”

“Things advance with the passage of time. Great progress comes at unexpected times,” Elenore said, tone distant.

Though Argrave was about to question, Anneliese drew him away, saying, “I cannot recall you calling me a damn dunce.”

“I got much more—” Argrave began but was cut off by the cart shifting.

The shifting ceased, and eventually the cart came to a stop. The back doors opened, shining light down upon the five of them. Melanie stood there, waiting. Elenore’s guardsmen swarmed throughout the warehouse, attending to various things. “Welcome to Relize, lady and gentlemen,” Melanie greeted.

Elenore was the first to stand. “Excellent. Melanie—are the enchanted chests I sent for here? I want a place to store some of our valuables, like the regalia we retrieved.”

“Saw some shiny metal boxes, so maybe,” Melanie nodded, looking back.

Elenore accepted Melanie’s help and descended down to the warehouse floor. Argrave made sure that everyone else had got out before he did so.

Elenore looked around at the wide-open stone warehouse. It was largely empty—there was plenty of space. “I’m going to have some beds delivered. I know it’s not ideal sleeping in a shared area, but its best we minimize exposure to the streets. Inns are hotbeds for rumors. If we’re seen, it’ll get to all the people we don’t need to know.”

“Well used to sharing sleeping areas,” Argrave held out his hand to stop her from continuing. “I appreciate what you’ve done.”

“Alright,” Elenore nodded, and placed one hand on her hip as she continued, “I have to take care of Melanie’s parents—this arrival was abrupt, and they want some sort of explanation why their daughter is wantonly using their warehouse. Beyond that, I’d like to get apprised of the situation here in Relize, look into the Dandalan family, and possibly establish contact.”

“Durran will be handling some things for me outside,” Argrave said, placing his hand on the tribal’s shoulder.

“I will?” he turned his head.

Argrave nodded. “Yeah. You’re the one least likely to attract attention to all of us.”

Elenore crossed her arms. “He was followed by Ruleo last time.”

“Bit different, no?” Argrave raised a brow. “Just don’t bring the glaive this time, Durran.”

“How am I to protect myself?” he said indignantly.

Galamon pointed at him. “You’re a spellcaster.”

“I need a sidearm, that’s what I need,” Durran shook his head and sighed.

“Buy one,” suggested Argrave.

As Durran nodded at his suggestion, Elenore asked curiously, “Why do you need him to go out?”

“Just a little survey of my own. A promise for Galamon,” he looked towards the vampire. They were fast-tracking his cure, by this point. Relize, a populous city, was a naturally nice place for vampires to congregate, and some had. “Beyond that, I have an idea that might make us a lot of money, and I need to see if there are viable partners in Relize as I recall,” Argrave explained.

“Alright…” Elenore stepped closer. “Pitch it to me.”

“What’s the biggest limiter for enchanters regarding imbuing magic into enchanted items?” Argrave questioned. “What’s stopping them from producing thousands of items a day?”

“Magical capaci—oh.” Elenore paused, her brows rising. “Do you… know how to imbue? Your blessing matters little if you cannot do so properly. Imbuing is a difficult and time-consuming, art.”

“Elementary stuff. Did a little with Galamon way back in the day on glass bottles,” he looked to the elven vampire. “I can’t exactly break the world economy by releasing one thousand enchanted items onto the market, but I think it’s time to learn something new. I need to hone my magical supply, and this seems a productive way to do so. The burden lies on you, though. Getting inscriptions will cost plenty of money.”

Elenore turned around and paced for a bit. “Let me think on it while I take on tasks.”