Chapter 131: Chapter 130: Recruitment

For the next several days, I spent most of my time alone. Unsurprisingly, not many people wished to disturb the mysterious ‘sage’ that lived outside of town. Even the monsters often chose not to wander onto my land, the few that did only trying to devour a few fallen fruits or weeds before scurrying off.

While the days were peaceful, the nights were considerably less so. Not because of any sudden monster attacks or anything like that, but because Leowynn and I were continuing to practice our Aki Seppo techniques. Specifically, learning the functions of all the different constellations.

According to her explanation, the elven sky contained a total of thirty constellations. The five ‘skies’ had five constellations each, and each of the skies also acted as their own constellations. She even helped me to identify some of them that she could identify from the beastkin continent.

Of the thirty constellations, we had been able to practice a total of twenty. The constellations from the Sky of the Goddess, as well as the five skies themselves, were all too powerful for her to access. Most likely, we wouldn’t be able to use those until we had reached the final step of Aki Seppo, or until Leowynn had become significantly stronger.

Of course, these peaceful days couldn’t last forever. It took eight full days before the first guest arrived at my door, a large ursa man in studded leather armor. At his waist was a crude bronze sword, while on his back he had strapped a short bow.

He stood out in front of my shack, calling for me. “I come to meet with Tebor on behalf of the crown of the third Kelios Queen!” His tone was deep and commanding, yet I smiled as I detected a hint of a slight tremble in it. Time to start the show.

“Yes, yes, I’m coming.” I spoke from within, leaning on my staff as I walked out the door. As soon as I laid eyes on the ursa man, I knew that he wasn’t one of the famed ‘pinnacle champions’. The level displayed above him had barely reached one hundred, so he was likely nothing more than a common courier for the army. “What is it?” I found my voice aged and cracking, unlike the normal youthful tone I was accustomed.

The man looked at me, obviously not believing that I really required the staff for anything more than comfort, yet refused to speak up about it. “I have an official quest, handed down by Lord Bulrin of Dyjorn with the seal of the crown. He wishes for you to take a look at it, and view the request favorably.”

After speaking, he pulled a folded parchment out of the satchel on his waist and passed it to me. I could see the print of a bear’s paw stamped into the back of the paper, likely the ‘royal seal’. Nonetheless, I unfolded the paper to look at the quest.

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