Chapter 25: CH26: Got 99 Problems but a Squaw isn’t one

Silas tossed a ball to Eugene, who caught it before throwing it back. One of the girls he stole was good at leatherworking, so he had her make some gloves. The ball impacted his glove at around 200mph, and he tossed it back, adding a bit of force to his throw.

 

Eugene caught it with a smirk before the wind picked up, and he threw it back hard. The sun was setting, and the kettle of vegetable soup needed another hour to boil.

 

A week after the raid and distribution, his servants seemed more willing to learn from him. Each of the former slaves had reached double digits in cultivating their veins. The bounts have fallen into wrangling the cows and horses while Silas turned the trees into posts and carved fractals before healing them. The land surrounding his lake had a line of fencing wrapped around it, but it would be months before the project was finished.

 

One of the bounts was good at binding books and wrapped some paper he purchased from town in leather. That’s where he wrote down his ideas, sketched out new formations, and wrote every formula he could remember. It was a mess of information not worthy of being called a practical textbook, but it was a start.

 

Silas had taken 25 turtle tribe squaws of great beauty and virginity, along with 15 of the clan’s best horses in his raid. While he handled the killing, the bounts gathered one of the most valuable commodities of the day, horses.

 

Dotty had already had several fights with the other mares and won out. He could feel more spiritual energy gathering in the mare. It wouldn’t be long before she reached the first stage of spirit beast cultivation.

 

He would be more excited if he was a beast cultivator or knew the basics of their techniques and practices. A beast tamer gained a bump in their cultivation and even some of the spirit beast’s abilities when they reached higher stages of cultivation. Unfortunately, that was the kind of practice Silas was too poor to contemplate.

 

Beast tamers needed to start young in the practice under a master or at least an adept. A mere formation specialist who dabbled in alchemy didn’t have the capital to bribe them. Not even working on a few projects for a particularly desperate master earned Silas anything more than a blow to his ribs for his questions.

 

Silas lacked the ancient techniques needed to bond more deeply with spirit beasts. However, that didn’t make Dotty any less of a valuable partner. Horses were fast travel until he gained better control over his aura and redeveloped a movement technique.

 

The white dragon’s wings technique was a standard technique taught to the outer disciples of the sect to allow easy travel among the high mountain range of the sect. That and the dragon’s claws were the only techniques he learned that was developed by the sect. Silas had other techniques like Mind Partition, Gate Leaper Scales, and his personal technique repeating aura spirals.

 

He didn’t know how to teach anything other than his developed technique. Scrolls in the cultivation world hypnotized the information into their user more than taught them. His own technique was very average as well. The only great thing repeating aura screws had going for it was its cost and defense-damaging capabilities.

 

Silas could use his spirals to dig into defenses like a screw through wood backed by a power drill. Moreover, they were cheap to make and easy to use. They would have been amazing in the first stage, but he didn’t develop them until the 3^rd stage when it was time to erect conceptual pillars. 

 

“Thou art thinking hard,” Eugene said as he threw the ball harder.

 

Silas caught it and felt pain lanced up his arm, and his feet skidded back as the ball spun in his glove.

 

“I have 10 women to take care of and another to marry. Mary won’t be happy to know she has rivals already, possibly bearing my children before she arrives. What if word gets out? Methinks she would be scandalized. John, my father will surely hate me.” Silas said.

 

They would both have to deal with it. Silas wouldn’t limit himself for propriety’s sake.

 

“Mayhap that was on thy mind, but I think not. Tis too earthly a worry for one such as thee. I can feel fluctuations in thy spiritual pressure what thou call aura.” Eugene said.

 

Eugene wasn’t wrong; Silas wasn’t worried about his future wife. The witch would be his wife and a bearer of children who would inherit the powers of a witch. Such a boon would make children from that side formidable even at an early age.

 

“There art more of what thou call demonic beasts skulking about outside our lands.”

 

A threat but not a big one. Even if they stole spiritual energy from his farm, they wouldn’t grow quick enough to matter. Silas was sure of that.

 

He had already started work on his new malignant energy converter. Wood soaked in spirit water with formations built into their bark to strengthen the wood waited to be used. Once he finished his current tasks, he would sheer off the bark and carve new formations into the strengthened wood. Afterward, he would connect to the hollow using the formations already carved on the beast. Once those were complete, he could turn its recovering power into a boon for his homestead. That was something he looked forward to, along with finishing the Lazarus mixture.

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Silas needed to go into town and have a brass tub made for the bodies. Each would need to soak for twelve hours if he had his math right before the carving process could connect them to various formations he had yet to build. Fortunately, thanks to Kisuke, he had room to work.

 

Once he got that project up and running, he would have even more spiritual energy coming in. He would hopefully have the lake fenced in by then to help contain it to the land. He still needed to come up with tilling and planting techniques. They were yet more additions to his journal that the math wasn’t cooperating on.

 

There are formulas to understand the aura needed to complete a technique and how efficient someone’s aura was by the tasks completed, like lifting things. Someone who could lift their body and hover for an hour with their aura could control the White Dragon’s Wings technique for a minute. Without proper instruments, it was impossible to make accurate predictions of any exact number, but he could estimate. The tilling technique would be costly, but he had a month to get stronger or develop a workaround. He would like to plant some spirit tobacco.

 

He felt the ball of pigskin stitched around tightly packed straw around a lump of iron crack in his hand. Silas held his hand out to see a horrible dent in the ball. Then, after a moment, he tossed it back before looking at the girls he abducted and made his struggling to converse with each other in English. Jack was with them, coaching them in English. Silas had ordered the man to teach them quickly, and for their part, they picked up words with incredible speed.

 

While working on their English, they also worked on the pelts Silas had collected. Some wolf skins transformed into a massive blanket thanks to their slender hands and sewing expertise. Again, Yoshino directed them through the process with her amazing skill with needle and thread.

 

Silas felt the ball slam into the side of his head and spin there before dropping and bouncing off his chest.

 

“Don’t lose focus. What art we going to do about the wolves. Tis a big pack with a red-furred leader, a big bastard twice the size of the next biggest in the pack by reports. Soldiers don’t go into the woods in less than groups of ten because the wolves don’t fear man.” Eugene said.

 

The girl looked shocked while he rubbed at the spot where Eugene got him with the ball. It hurt worse than stubbing his toe on a post barefoot or when a cow kicked him in the side. Dotty almost got him once if he hadn’t caught her hoof. The side of the head was new, and if he had been below the first stage, Silas would be dead. But, instead, the blow hurt a lot.

 

Silas threw the ball hard forty yards, and Eugene caught it with a smug expression on his smoothly-shaven face.

 

“I have a mind to leave them be and let their territories act as a protective buffer between us and the mundane. But if we allow them to roam free, we will have no end to hollows roaming our territory. The Shinigami can’t afford to devote many resources to the new world, and those they trained to do the job were slain by Oscar. So it would be in our best interest to handle the problem before it roots itself in deep. Unfortunately, I have too much work and no one knowledgeable enough to help shoulder it. Thy own studies art coming along, but it will be many moons before thou can help me.” Silas said.  

 

He might have been angry when he said those words, but they weren’t wrong. If Eugene could learn the basics of formations enough to work as an apprentice, it would help. Silas would teach his squaws if it didn’t add more than they could handle. Once they knew English and their letters, he would see if he could turn them into assistants. He tried to start them on cultivation with mixed success.

 

Silas worried too much and needed a drink to calm his nerves. The women helped, having a few to ease his frustrations after a long day building. He had devoted some of his time to building up the shack into a proper living space and added a few rooms on, amenity formations, and an indoor bathroom with a stone carved with formations that quickly processed waste. There was so much he would have liked to do but so few hours in the day. Too many of his projects were half-finished to complete more important ones. The bounts helped so much, and so did his servants. The five worked tirelessly feeding chickens, hammering away at the main house, and taking care of the 3 squaws each Silas had given them.

 

If giving his servants freedom and cultivation hadn’t bought their loyalty, then 3 women each had. They worked hard from sunup to sundown, and he rarely heard a complaint. Each of them had advanced in their cultivation in leaps and bounds. Often, he worked on a post, and they asked him questions about why he placed certain symbols where he did.

 

His answers about the particle flow of spirit energy, dimensions and knots within the wood, and mathematics behind the connections between fractals and formations were gibberish to them. Silas tried to start them on the basics; there was a lot of math between counting up to a hundred and what he called spirit calculus.

 

The formations specialist knew his craft inside and out but found it difficult to translate the intermediate steps from basic mathematics to messing with the fabric of reality with fractals. In other words, help in formations wouldn’t come for some time. He needed mathematicians, and lots of them, to get his men to the level of assistants.

 

“Let me give thou some wisdom. Mayhap thou wanted to devour a horse. Would thou unhinge thy jaws and swallow it like a serpent?” Eugene said.

 

“Nay, I would eat it one mouthful at a time. I see.” Silas said.

 

What if instead of giving each post a custom job before putting the fence post in the ground, he simplified the process. Silas could create a mirror talisman that would synchronize with a master post with the fractals connecting to each. He could drastically cut down his time, but there were weaknesses to such a method. Carving each formation as a relatively closed circuit kept other cultivators from connecting to his work, but that wasn’t a problem; Silas couldn’t teach people well enough to be useful, let alone reach that level. When he wasn’t so busy, he could worry about carving the posts to block points of access, and healing over the fractal also helped. He quickly calculated how much time he needed and concluded that they could finish the outer fence in less than a week. With that in place, he could concentrate on the next step, project Lazarus.

 

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