Chapter 48: Chapter 48 A long-awaited letter

Back in the Heirs’ suite, Nathan sat at the table in the common area, the letter in front of him. Everything had gone fairly smoothly after the hubbub in the Guild Hall. Nathan hadn’t gone to watch the newly exiled Pack Leaders be ejected from the city. It hadn’t been personal. He’d been a job for them, a job that entailed betraying Gemore.

The letter sat on the table in front of him. With a sigh, Nathan bent forward to piece together the torn text.

Nathan Lark, dimensional treasure.

I have been following your progress, and I ask you to reconsider your decision to leave Giantsrest. There is so much to accomplish, and I have so many plans that you could be a part of if you would only ask. Your skills and your otherworldly knowledge are wasted in Gemore, a town full of monsters and barbarians that lack the resources and education to draw out and use your potential. Moreover, you have selfishly held the knowledge of your own world close to your breast, a decision which all those in the Academy are paying for indirectly -- and myself directly.

For I remind you, all the potential you have is due to me. I have gone to considerable effort and expense to bring you to Davrar, that your knowledge might be used for progress and the triumph of civilization! You owe me, and you owe Davrar, to use your potential.

Together we can grip Davrar in our fist and bring it to our breast. With your knowledge of non-magical wonders and my magical acumen, we have only to join forces. We will rule Giantsrest within five years, then the region in ten. In twenty, we can change the face of Davrar with the strength of our fist! Bring the marvels from your world to this one, and people will no longer die from monsters, but live without fear on the face of Davrar!

And if there are things about Giantsrest you find objectionable, we can discuss it, and learn from one another. When we control it, we can make of Giantsrest what we want. Join me in my tower, for I will be eagerly awaiting you.

Signed, Grand Dimension Archmage Taeol dho Droxol, ninth finger and fourth researcher of the Ascendant Academy of Giantsrest

 

Nathan, tossing the letter on the table with a dismissive flick before leaning back and rubbing at his eyes. He didn’t even know how to feel.

Just… what the fuck man. I was half-expecting some kind of [Dominate] enchanted into the letter or something. But no, you’re just so egotistical that you think you can convince me to come back to Giantsrest. And that I’ll ‘forget’ that you tried to stick me into a golem core if you don’t mention it.

Nathan glared at the letter.

I guess this is proof that you don’t need to be smart to do good magic. Maybe Taeol’s just really bad with people. High IQ, low EQ. Rock-bottom EQ. With a superiority complex. At least if he’s so desperate to get me back it’s less likely he just summoned some other poor schmuck from Earth. Probably that ‘expense’ he was talking about.

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Nathan thought back to when he’d first entered this world. He’d been disoriented from a trip through vacuum, confused by unfamiliar surroundings and then given the mother of all headaches by the spell that let him speak the local language. But, if he leaned on [Enhanced Memory], he could remember everything he had seen.

Taeol’s room-sized dimensional magic contraption had been really complicated, and Nathan wasn’t going to understand how it worked. But he did remember some important looking large multicolored magical orbs had seemed to power the apparatus. And after Nathan had been summoned, most of them had shattered and broken. Maybe Taeol was desperate to convince Nathan to return because he couldn’t try again.

And he did get demoted. Interesting.

Anyway! Nothing that Nathan could do about that now, except not get captured by Taeol. Sudraiel had already seen the letter, so she knew that Taeol was there and would be able to evaluate if it was worth sending a team after him. Nathan sure as hell wasn’t about to go after him, not until he Developed past level 81.

Stella came through the door, looking around curiously. “Nathan, you ok? I heard…” She saw him staring at the letter. “Are things ok?”

Nathan grabbed the letter and stuck it in a pouch, making a note to burn it later. “Yeah, things are fine. Some adventurers tried to kidnap me earlier, but Eldred Vanguard saved me. Not fun to be attacked inside Gemore.”

Stella frowned at him and the letter he’d stowed, but she didn’t ask about it, just sitting down across from him. “That does not seem like a good experience. The Pack Leaders, yeah?”

Nathan waved his hand vaguely. “Yup. I haven’t heard of them before. They caught me pretty easily.”

Stella shrugged. “They’re a harvesting team, been around for a while, well-respected. Sometimes they capture local monsters live and ship them down to Litcliff, so I’m not surprised they could catch you. I guess they were a harvesting team now, and had respect. I’m a bit surprised that Sudraiel let them live.”

Nathan honestly wasn’t sure to think of Sudraiel exiling the Pack Leaders instead of executing them. Nathan wasn’t pleased that they’d tried to kidnap him - but he was also glad he hadn’t seen a half-dozen people executed in front of him. He was trying to get used to violence here on Davrar, but it would be a while before he was truly cold-blooded enough to want heads to roll before his eyes.

He’d have fought them without hesitation - and been willing to kill if necessary. But when they surrendered and were cooperating on the floor of the guild - he didn’t have it in him. They’d taken a job, and the job had made them Nathan’s enemies. But that didn’t mean he had a great personal enmity for them. Nathan supposed Sudraiel felt that they weren’t blood-enemies of Gemore, and wanted to show that there were rewards to giving up information as they had.

Nathan sighed, then grabbed a slate and started sketching out a basic Riemann sum. Now that he’d gone through limits with Stella, integrals shouldn’t be too bad.

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