fynovel Chapter 116: A Rapid Giveaway
Chapter 116: A Rapid Giveaway
Chapter 116: A Rapid Giveaway
The tower was pure chaos.
Well, it was honestly rather organized, but at the moment it felt chaotic. Edwin hadnt properly appreciated just how much stuff hed gotten during his stay until he actually needed to put it all in one place. Most of it was alchemical products, including a lot of failed experiments and byproducts of successful ones. A lot of it was apparatite, but the stuff didnt go bad and it was still clean, so there was no need to dismiss it now only for him to summon it again later.
Of course, because of the insane volume of stuff that he had, Edwin had found himself in the position of needing a few more chests and crates to store it all in. Improbable Arsenal had actually gotten to the point where most cheap bags and other containers were actually less effective than his own Skill. Granted, a ten-times expansion was far from the biggest hed seen, but he also didnt really feel like spending one of his few remaining grai on a wooden box with a hundred-times expansion.
Hed actually briefly toyed with the idea that he might be able to make a business out of applying Improbable Arsenal to pre-made boxes and selling the then-larger containers, but it didnt work for a few reasons. The primary reason was that over long periods of time, the Skill did fade. The mana he Infused into the container gradually bled out into the surroundings, the Skill weakened, and it all faded. It took a few months, hed found, so he could easily fleece people if he wanted, but he didnt want to. Why bother? He was an alchemist, he could make health potions, he remembered how to make porcelain, he was already a gold-printing machine if he decided to get rich at any point.
The one thing that didnt seem to lose potency was his apparatite, if he used Improbable Arsenal while conjuring the crystal. While it meant he did have options for long-term constructions beyond just refreshing the Skill every so often, it was too fragile to be useful storage for most people and he didnt really want to sell it anyway.
In any case, for his personal use he could pretty easily make crystal boxes and vials for his substances, then buy a few wooden boxes and chests without any spatial expansion for just a few ves (they had apparently been made by an apprentice, not that youd know it from the quality of their woodwork) and expand them himself.
It still took ages to pack everything away properly. Part of that was admittedly because Edwin also wanted to sort his stuff while he was at it, but it also was just really time-consuming to take down his entire lab and greenhouse, then relocate their materials and contents into his wagon. The potted plants returned to their shelves and were reattached, drying racks relocated to the ceiling, some local plants had been dug up while wintering and needed their own places to be stored. While Sheriath didnt have any known overtly magical plants it did have a few with mundane uses, and it didnt hurt to take a few saplings from the garden.
All the chaos involved just made it more embarrassing when Rillah showed up fully packed in a single bag, a leather satchel not much larger than Edwins two hands.
Really? Edwin hefted the bag, feeling that it barely weighed twenty pounds. The satchel wascrafted out of fine leather, a scroll of parchment rolled up at the bottom and held securely in place below the main pouch by a pair of metal clasps.
What? I like it.
He peeked inside her sack and couldnt help but double-take, What the heck is your Skills level?
Oh, Endless Carrying Cellar? Just level forty or so.
Thats the level my Skill is at, but this has to be three times as strong. How?
She smiled, Its a good Skill. And its helped by a lot of my other Skills.
Its bound to be. Sheesh, I wish it lasted more than a day or two on its own. I could use that much space.
You have an entire cart.
And Im trying to bring an entire lab with me. Whats your point?
Nothing, I suppose. Is there somewhere I should put this? Its all a bit messy.
Huh? Oh, right. Just hang it on one of the outside hooks, Id say. You off to your meeting?
No, not quite yet. Their court is in session, but its not my time to report until closer to noon.
How does that all work, anyway? I dont think I ever asked.
I think you might have at one point, but its not really worth remembering. A couple dozen nobles sit at this big desk, with the governor at the center and they ask me a couple questions while trying to make themselves sound impressive. It could be done in six minutes if they actually stayed on topic, but theres just so much posturing it might take an hour.
Better you than me, he teased, earning a playful swat from her. Good luck. See you on the other side.
Where are you off to?
Now that you reminded me, I should check that Lefis stuff will fit in the wagon. I bet hell be happy to not have to carry it all, but well, he probably has his own spatial expansion Skill, doesnt he?
Rillah just shrugged as they turned in opposite directions.
Lefi did not have a Skill of his own for spatial expansion, a fact which Edwin felt very momentarily proud of as a single area in which he was actually better than the omnicompetent adventurer. Then, of course, Lefi had to go and lift Edwins entire cart with a single hand and carry it outside when they were trying to get it around the obstacles in the stable. Edwin could have probably done that, in all honesty, but it wouldnt have been anywhere near as effortless.
At least everything found its place in the end, and other than a brief scuffle involving Yathal having somehow misplaced his shoe- and how it ended up on the roof of the tower he could only wonder at- it was blessedly uneventful. All that was left now was to actually leave the city, and theyd be free once more.
Edwin had all but forgotten how impressive the Sheraith gates were. The twin waterfalls, he reminded himself as the mistake of past-Edwin thinking they were rainbows came slamming into the forefront of his mind, framed the massive doorway perfectly, allowing a trickle of people in and out.
A gnome with the color palette of a sunset scrambled past the cart, darting between the comparative giants surrounding him before effortlessly scaling the interior wall on unseen handholds, slipping into the gatehouse above.
With a bit of closer inspection, Edwin realized that the waterfalls werent painted- they genuinely were blue. And also granite. He suspected Skill shenanigans, though without closer examination he couldnt see if Skillful Assessment would give any insight into if the Skill was still present.
At least the way out of the city should be a lot quicker than when they came in. He just hoped Lefi would get his weapons back without any issue.
Almanac told Edwin that the Experienced Lirasian Gatekeeper was apparently present when he came into the city, as was the Junior Gate Guard functioning as his assistant, not that Edwin remembered either of them.
I see your month or two turned into half a year, Adventurer.
Indeed! It was not intended, but the snows came early this year.
You shouldnt have been here when they came, but that is decidedly not my problem.
The man turned and said something to his assistant that Polyglot seemed to be blocked from understanding. It wasnt a very good block, Edwin could have easily overpowered the effect just by trying to listen in, but why bother? It might make them mad if they detected it, and it probably wasnt important if their body language was anything to go by. True to form, they waved Lefi and Yathal through just a moment later, and it was Edwins turn.
Good riddance, I see.
Look, I didnt get into any trouble other than what found me, he defended himself.
Yeah, yeah. Dont really care. Get along.
So I had some weapons to pick up?
It took a fair bit of wrangling, but Edwin eventually managed to retrieve, among other things, no less than seven daggers, six swords ranging from a foot long to as tall as Edwin himself, five gold-colored flails, four different shields, three short tridents, two halberds.
And a full sash of throwing knives, his internal monologue sang.
I dont know why you need this many weapons, he leveled a stare at Lefi, Nor how you could possibly use them all, but seriously what the heck.
One must always be prepared!
Five! You have five flails, and theyre all made out of brass. Why. And also how. Where do you keep all of these when they arent piled in the carriage?
Inion emerged from where she was hiding in the back of the wagon, slipping next to Edwin. He gave her a quick smile as she brushed against him, distracted from his complaints against Lefi.
I hope it wasnt too cramped? He was glad that Inion had in the end decided to come along, but shoving her in a barrel of water to smuggle her past the gates probably wasnt the most comfortable.Updated from
She shook her head, It was just fine. Now hop off. Ill drive today.
Really? he raised an eyebrow, Today was my day.
Its true, Edwin confirmed, Im only tier two and look how strong I am.
Wha! Yathal looked betrayed, Youre not an adult either? How come you get to be all grown-up then?
Because I made sure to level my Skills when I was young so I grew up big and strong. And you know Lefis only tier one too.
Yeah, but hes Lefi. He doesnt need to be all grown-up to be awesome.
Well, thats what my situation is too.
Do you have a buncha Skills like him too?
Rillah chuckled, I dont think anyone has Skills like Lefi does. Well, maybe everyone combined does, but hes got pretty much any Skill hes seen.
It is simply the burden-
Let me guess, the burden of being Exceptional?
It is simply the burden of exceptionalism.
Edwin rolled his eyes, Sure. Im certain thats what you were about to say. Youre just mad I predicted it.
Alas, being as Exceptional as I is not an easy task, though you make a valiant effort.
Rillah swatted Lefis shoulder, Stop getting distracted, you lug. Now, where was I?
Arguments that Yathal isnt old enough to hear about, Edwin reminded.
Right. So, lots of arguments. I managed to shut most of them up by saying you got Paths for it, but then they started accusing you of trying to pluck them with maintenance. It took ages before I could sneak a word in, but I eventually managed to say you were giving up all claim to it, it was a gift, and that youd trained Pierash on how to keep it running for at least a decade.
You should have seen their faces in response to that, ah, such a sight. The thought that a commoner would be taking over? It kept going after that, of course, but I managed to sneak out before it got too bad, and no Task break!
You know, in the abstract Id almost feel sorry for screwing over people. But at the same time, I cant say Im actually sorry for automating a superfluous task and screwing over a bunch of nobles jostling to get themselves a cushy job.
I know! Messing with people who deserve it is so much fun.
Off to the side, Edwin noticed Inion perk up slightly, which made sense. Fey classically loved puncturing inflated egos and providing some comeuppance, and this story definitely qualified for both.
So congratulations! Youre now officially a nuisance.
Why, because I gave them a nigh-priceless treasure?
Yep!
Edwin laughed, a mischievous smile creeping across his face at the thought. He had a notification pending from the looks of it, and he curiously pulled it up.
Congratulations! For giving away an expensive artifact with no expectation of repayment you have unlocked the Philanthropist path!
That was strange. Why did it only update now?
Path? she asked.
Edwin nodded, Any idea why it only just now awarded it, and not when you actually let them know I was giving them the accumulator?
She shrugged, It happens sometimes.
Yeah, but doesnt the System know everything? Why did it wait until just now? Its never had any problem awarding me a Path for something I didnt know I had done before.
Rillah just shrugged again, Who knows?
Hmm. Hey Lefi!
Lefi didnt know either, but he did have several stories of him in a similar situation- earning a Path well past the actual actions taken to unlock it, when he found out that it had occurred. At the same time, he also had stories about him learning about events which happened nearby, but he had neither heard nor seen.
Proximity, perhaps? Was everyones System individual and they couldnt share information, so it could only read what should be earned based on the individuals perceptions, or they were close enough? But then how would Skills like Common Knowledge work? Or just in general, Skills which provided information to the individual that they didnt have before.
Come to think of it, did Common Knowledge actually call upon some form of crowdsourced knowledge repository, or did it draw on some kind of objective truth behind the System? Hed dismissed it as likely just being the former, but if it was based on the same kind of knowledge as his Alchemy did, maybe he was missing out on something really useful.
Clearly, the answer is to just stick with Rillah, who has lots of Skills like that and can fill in all my gaps of knowledge
His eyes drifted towards Rillah, who had paused her dance to talk to Yathal about something. He didnt hear their exchange, but her laugh was unmissable and almost brought a smile to Edwins face all on its own.
Yeah, if shell have me.
It would be nice to have a friend. It would be oh so nice. Ideally well, ideally Rillah would sometime soon pass his test for friendship, and he could he wasnt sure. Be more forward? That would be awkward, but odds were good that by the time she passed the test- assuming it ever happened- hed be much more comfortable about being honest around her. Not that she was uncomfortable now, but
He shook his head, and his fingers idly reached for a string bracelet that hadnt been on his wrist for years. As Rillah started playing her flute once again, Edwins mind couldnt help but wander back slightly to a time before
No. He was not going into that now. It was thinking about Earth as well as already-painful memories. This was a good day. He wasnt allowed to feel bad.
He did keep half an eye out in hopes that Rillah or Inion had noticed his lapse into sadness, but no such luck. He was absolutely awful with emotions, he knew. For both his own and those of others, his strategy essentially amounted to ignore it and hope it goes away, which he knew wasnt conducive to making friends.
He also didnt know how to fix that, though. Even on the off chance he did recognize when someone had an emotion, he wasnt able to muster up the social courage to do anything about it other than provide slightly-awkward advice. So it was kind of hypocritical of him to hope that anyone else might be any better in regards to him.
Then again, it was really only a test to see if someone actually cared about him and his emotions or they were just pretending or being polite, so he could definitely pass the test with other people. Noticing when someone was feeling bad, then actually trying to find out what was wrong with them- even through a light dismissal- that was definitely within the realm of possibility.
Right? He wasnt being unreasonable, surely.
All it would take was someone just pushing a bit, when he was feeling sad, not just telling him to cheer up, but actually trying to find out why he was sad and not settling for an empty platitude or two. Rillah was inquisitive and empathetic, so surely shed be able to figure out if she tried.
Until then, hed just wait, apparently.
Wait and hope.
That was no call to be sad now, though. The sun was shining, the air was clear, and he was on the road again for the first time in what had to have been six months. He was just a level or two from true, nigh-limitless flight, and he had quite fun traveling partners, each doing their own thing.
Rillah was playing a phenomenal, upbeat tune to which Yathal was loudly singing lyrics both off-key and off-beat. Kynigos scrambled ahead, chasing a bird off from where it had perched on the road ahead of them. Despite a heroic leap from Kynigos, the bird he was chasing got away, and the dog landed in a heap. Then he picked himself up, shook himself out, and promptly started running after the next bird. Lefis laughter boomed out at the scene, and even Inion smiled.
Edwin grinned.
What a great day.