The First World Sphere

Chapter 129

Chapter 129

I relaxed in my room at the Shiny Platinum and ignored the knocks on my door. My alarm spell told me the first knock was Delphia by the image flash. Although I was curious how the delve went in the Progenitor Dungeon, I was not in the mood to deal with her. I reset the alarm.

The second knock was Mera and Fera, and I assumed it was for moving their brother’s family to the Black Spire. They must have assumed I had my privacy screens up because they left after I did not answer. I could talk with them tomorrow at the dungeon academy.

After the cats, I was focused on studying the bounty sheets. I was reviewing the individual crew bounties and the bounty for the ship, The Night Jewel. The ship itself was 100,000 gold delivered to the Principality of Marstom with Maggie the Siren dead or alive. The ship was probably worth three times that much, so the bounty was not too attractive. Maggie the Siren was 1,000 gold in addition, and then there were the other crew bounties. I studied the information I had on The Night Jewel. It was a very large ship, 210 feet in length and 50 feet at the widest beam. It was a trader, and from the additional information Leda and Cilia had uncovered, it used to belong to the Principality of Marstom—which is why the bounty could be collected there.

The Night Jewel looked more like an ocean voyager sent to the skies with three masts for sails and even a rudder. I guess it was very slow-moving but might also have a large aether crystal powering it. The two small, fast skiffs were the real danger. I kept going over the sheets and thinking about how I would handle turning the pirates attacking us against them. My biggest weapon was my exchange ability. I could switch places with the pilot of the skiff and then freeze the controls with my metal shaping ability. Then, I could do the same to the other skiff. While the two skiffs were adrift, the Maelstrom could move in on The Night Jewel.

I thought their best fighters would be on the skiffs, so the large trader would be easier to handle. I took notes late into the morning and did not realize it was morning until the cats reminded me it was time for the early day routine. I fed and did their training and then went to do my own training. Instead of using my cleanliness spell, I just felt like using the shower this morning.

I grabbed my breakfast from my personal cook in the kitchen, and as I was walking, Mera and Fera flanked me. They had been waiting for me. “Storme,” Mera started excitedly, “We brewed two new ales. A honey-apple and a dark stout. Do you want to try them?”

Fera added, “We got the apples from the Wolfsguard on your compound. My brother went with the delve team and surveyed the white barley fields. He was excited about the farmland and wanted to talk about expanding the fields. Can we have the Maelstrom bring their belongings to the farmhouse?”

“Talk to Isla. She knows the order things have to happen. The farmhouse was due to be renovated, but the number of building projects she has to manage is growing,” I told the twins as we walked.

“The farmhouse has not been renovated as of two days ago. Just cleaned out by the Wolfsguard,” Mera said, “But my brother and his wife are ready to move anyway. He wants to start turning the field for the next growing cycle.”

“That is fine. Talk to Cilia and Leda then about finding time for a transport trip on the Maelstrom,” I said, finishing my breakfast quiche.

We walked in silence until Mera blurted, “Storme, will you be my escort to my 14th?”

I was caught off guard and realized the twins had reached their fourteenth birthday and were, therefore, adults. “When is it?”

“Sixth day, but we plan to celebrate on the fifth day since I know you have to manage the delve team,” Fera added.

“Will Gareth be your escort then?” I asked, looking at Fera.

“No, my escort is one of my classmates in mage support,” Fera retorted harshly. So that meant she was still angry with Gareth. We approached the Dungeon Academy, and there was a large crowd outside. They did not appear threatening, but Headmaster Ilium Louan was addressing the crowd.

Mage Neelan appeared at my shoulder from nearby. His smirk told me he thought this situation was humorous. “They are here for you, Storme. They came to seek the free healing of the High Mage.” He indicated to the crowd. “They practically stormed the gates when we opened,” he chuckled. “Many of them have come from all over the islands.”

This was actually an excellent development as I would not have to travel all over the islands to find people to heal. I could tell that the Headmaster did not think this was a good situation with the disruption the crowd was causing. I turned to Neelan, “Tell them I will start healing at lunch and work for just a few hours. Do you know how they found me here?”

“News spreads, Storme. My name was attached to your letter of introduction.” He patted my shoulder, and Neelan went to talk with the Headmaster while I went to my first class, Tier One Creatures.

Everyone in the class was staring at me. The crowd outside was disruptive but calming down. I was the focal point of the disruption for the Academy. I walked up to Instructor Mathis before the class started, “Instructor Mathis, I truly enjoy your class and am learning a lot of useful knowledge. I just wanted to ask if I could hire you as a private educator. Sometime in the evening. I would pay whatever the Academy pays you to teach this class.”

Mathis was a skilled illusionist who studied dungeon monsters as a hobby. He considered and looked over the classroom, “High Mage Storme, I would feel privileged to tutor you. No coin is necessary.”

“No. I insist. Four days a week at four, at the Shiny Platinum? The evening meal is on me, and bring your family as well,” I said quietly. His bushy eyebrows rolled in thought. He again looked at the class.

“Thank you, High Mage. I accept your generous offer, and my wife will thank you for not having to cook!” We clasped wrists and shook. I took my seat in the class for the last time. I just needed to make sure the line of sick and injured did not interfere with Shiny Platinum in the future. I might have to shift my residence to the Black Spire on a more permanent basis.

Class finished early as there were fewer questions about the illusionary monsters Mathis created today while we covered the readings. My classmates spent most of the time staring at me instead. I had turned into a curiosity and distraction.

I approached Mage Instructor Rainer before class started. I asked her for the same private lessons, “High Mage Storme, I appreciate your situation, but I teach three spell classes at the Academy. I just do not have the energy.” She had a sympathetic look. I did the quick math. If she taught three classes, that meant she was in class forty-eight hours a week. She was also one of the most active and energetic teachers, constantly moving from student to student.

“Mage Instructor, it is fine. I will attempt to continue coming to your class because it is so informative. I do not want to disrupt the Academy, though,” I said, taking my seat. As we practiced spells during the three-hour class, she had a change of heart.

“High Mage Storme, I can find time on the third day to work with you—four, maybe five hours. It is my off day,” she offered. The student next to me, who had just learned to cast his arcane web spell, was shocked. I realized Mage Instructor Rainer probably just wanted to stay associated with the High Mage. If my title gave me this preferential treatment, I would take advantage of it.

“That would be amazing. Is right after lunch and until dinner acceptable? You can meet me at the Shiny Platinum and get lunch prior and dinner after on me,” I said, sounding relieved. It was less than half the instruction time I would have in class, but Mage Instructor Rainer was very good, and this would be one-on-one instruction.

After class, I started healing the crowd that had grown. Mage Neelan and two other healers from the Academy came to help heal and organize the crowd. We had over five hundred people waiting and more arriving. Neelan and the other two quickly ran out of aether, and I kept going. Neelan remained and guided me on healing.

“Do you want me to hunt them?” He asked, suddenly interested.

“Not yet. Talk to the other Wolfsguard. Please give me an honest assessment of them. I am getting close to being able to regenerate their missing limbs. My lesser restoration increased in level again today to twenty. I will be able to make the last evolution at level twenty-three,” I stated.

Bleiz was impressed, “Word of your healing prowess is on the street. Everyone is singing the praise of the great High Mage.” His tone indicated he was more amused than praising my skill.

“Go get some rest, and we will leave in the morning. And, Bleiz. Thank you for staying with me. I value you as a friend,” I said seriously. He nodded, smirked, and left.

I took the cats with me to the middle of the Shiny Platinum where the brewery was located. I wanted to sample Mera’s two new ales tonight. If they were good, we could add them to the production run. I had not expected Mera to be here, but she was, “Storme?”

“I came to sample your new ales,” I said, and she rushed to four casks.

“Which do you want first? The honey-apple or stout?” She asked excitedly.

“The stout,” I replied. Mera’s ability to ferment alcohol with aether was amazing. The stout she poured me was dark, almost black. It was definitely a strong and hearty brew.

She said excitedly, “It is a double malt. It has twice the alcohol of the pale.”

I drank the glass and could not taste the alcohol. The beer was thick and left my tongue saturated with flavor. “This is really good,” I said. “We can definitely add it to the menu. What is different about its ingredients?”

“The barely is dry roasted, and I used different hops,” she said, pushing the honey-apple brew into my hand.

Even before I sipped it, I could smell the apple. The taste was tart and sweet with the alcohol extremely noticeable. Mera was waiting for my opinion. “Wow, this is amazing.” I thought it was almost sweet enough to be a dessert beverage. I drank some more as Mera pushed another sample into my hand. “You can start producing both. Are we bottling?” I asked, as I know there was an issue with the supply of reliable glass jugs to preserve the fizz.

“No supplier yet,” Mera noted while pushing a third drink into my hand. She was watching me as I sipped. She bit her lip, “Storme, someone offered me twenty gold a week to go and work in the capital for him.”

I stopped drinking, “What? Who? I will match any offer you get!” I said and realized I was slightly drunk.

Mera had her bright smile, “I already turned him down. I just wanted you to know.” She moved in close, and I realized she had been trying to get me drunk. I used my neutralize poison spell to eliminate my intoxication. I sidestepped her advance into me.

“Mera, I value you as a friend. If you ever need anything from me, just ask,” I put down the glass and retreated. I left a disappointed Mera. Maybe she thought I was more open to a relationship after I agreed to be her escort on the fourteenth. It would be wrong to take advantage of her, I told myself. Delphia was in the room adjacent to me, and I had planned to... Now, I couldn’t even do that, or Mera would get jealous. I don’t know what I was waiting for—or who I was waiting for.

I found Talia and Delphia talking in the hallway outside the rooms, and both walked purposedly to me. I asked, “Talia, why are you here? Are you not supposed to be at the Mage Academy?”

“I am splitting classes now between the Dungeon and Mage Academies,” she admitted. “I have the delve report from the week for the Progenitor Dungeon and Frost Vault,” she said, smiling.

I took both sheets, “Remy normally gives these to me.”

“He helped compile them. We lost a little bit of profit because the Maelstrom was unavailable, and we rented a skyship,” she said, waiting.

I looked over the sheet and looked up, “You went to the second level of both dungeons? Any problems, and what are these slippers from the Progenitor Dungeon reward chest?”

Talia was beaming, “The dungeon rewards comfort items, and those are enchanted for comfort. Worth twenty-five gold in the capital.”

“Excellent work. You are doing a fantastic job. The delvers are in good hands,” I opened my room door, and cats scurried inside, eager for playtime. Talia and Delphia stood as I followed the cats and closed the door behind me. Talia was too obvious. And Delphia...ugh, maybe I did need to pick someone.

My mail was on the table. Bleiz must have put it here. The first one was from Admiral Sebastian. I opened the letter, which basically informed me the Wasps were ready for the artificing work. Nothing too important. I read the delve reports in more depth, and Remy noted the bottom line at two-hundred and seventy-seven gold profit. That included all expenses—food, apartments, and Academy fees. The delve teams were quickly becoming profitable.

The second letter I opened was from Gareth. It was a list of weapons and their specifications for his delve team. I had forgotten that I had promised to make weapons for him once he assembled a team. Four swords, three daggers, a mace, and five hand axes. I shook my head. I could do a half-hearted effort on the weapons, but then that might put Gareth in danger. I decided to give his team excellent enchanted weapons.

I needed to work on an aether cannon for the Maelstrom as well. I was silently hoping Gareth would rejoin me. I told myself that this was the last thing I would do for him, but I knew in the back of my mind if he asked for something in the future, I would help him.

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