NABC Chapter 830 Monarchs
Chapter 830 Monarchs
Chapter 830 Monarchs
The next morning, Dana led the ladies to the Dungeon first thing in the morning, clearing the monsters to collect loot for the blacksmith.
So, it was the Guild Notification that told Karl something big was happening.
[Guild Member Ophelia has reached Monarch Rank]
[Guild Member Lotus has reached Monarch Rank]
[Guild Member Tessa has reached Monarch Rank]
Three advancements in one Dungeon run? That was cause for celebration. Karl was about to notify someone, then realized that everyone in the compound, other than the caretaker, was part of the Guild. They had all seen the notification, and the Kitchen staff had started to prepare a feast in their honour.
Hardly a week with the new bracers, and they were all advancing to the Monarch Rank.
But there was limited time before they got back.
"Abbie! I'm going to run and get fancy baked goods, you do the essentials and the dinner." Karl called before heading out of the house.
"Got it boss. Pick the things that take the longest to make."
At a walking pace, it was a bit over ten minutes to get back from the Dungeon. They might not be leaving immediately, but even Karl would have to hurry to the bakery if he was going to get back before the earliest part of their possible arrival window.
"Oh, I forgot that you were new here. Everyone who makes Monarch Rank is supposed to register with the Castle, so they can be properly accounted for if the Militia is called to duty. You were here for the attack on the dock, so you know that it doesn't happen often, it's more unofficial. But that's the rule, and it gives them an excuse to meet the Noble Ladies, or Gentlemen, of the Castle and the inner district." She explained.
Davis chuckled. "Well, they are all Guild Members, so they don't have to go in person, we can send a runner. But two are Priestesses of the Dragon Gods, I don't know what their rules are about fraternizing with Demons."
Karl wasn't sure about that either. However, he suspected that most of the 'rules' were more like 'guidelines' unless they directly contravened their patron's principles.
The old woman laughed. "The rules are flexible. You know old Ironjaw from Khuld is married to a War Cleric."
Karl had no idea where that was at first, then realized that it was a coastal city to the south of them by about a hundred kilometres. It was marginally smaller than Drodh, but still a massive city by Golden Dragon Nation standards, with over a hundred thousand people.
Davis smiled. "I had forgotten about that. The woman is so scary that she seems more like a Wrath Demon than he does."
"Only because you rejected her daughter's proposal." The old woman joked.
Karl chuckled, and Davis glared at him. "Don't mock my pain. That girl is even more terrifying than her mother. She killed four suitors during the competition for her betrothal. No way could I have beaten her in a fight."
The old woman scoffed. "You still don't understand Wrath Demons, do you? She would have let you win after you put up a good enough fight. After all, she wanted you to win."
Karl smiled. "It sounds like the Wrath Demons here and the Orcs from my homeland have a lot in common. Any good Orcish woman would be insulted if her intended wasn't even strong enough to put up a challenge in a fight."
Karl heard the kitchen staff snickering, and Davis stood up straighter. "Easy for you to say. You have limited invulnerability, and I am a merchant. But she's a Paladin of the Red Dragon God, and a four-metre tall Wrath Demon. Even if I won the challenge, what about every day after that?"
Karl shrugged. "Ask the sailors. They seem to have some plan, the way that they keep hitting on Ophelia."
The old lady paid Davis for her purchase. "I think that the plan in that case is to die happy. Not one that a young fellow of a wealthy family considers."