Chapter 134: Halp
Harold packed his belongings without too much of a rush. After all, he hadn't brought that much with him in the first place, and there was still plenty of time before the caravan moved out. Once he gathered his clothes from the laundry, he would be ready to go.
Honestly, he wouldn't miss the dank College of the Undead one bit. Though his time here hadn't been nearly as awful as he had feared. It turned out there was a decent amount of assistance his outside perspective could give. It was limited by thousands of other factors, but they had still made progress, even if minuscule. Not that his contributions would be noted down for the histories; mages a thousand years from now would likely never know or care.
That was because most of the advancements weren't magical or scientific in any way. They were just simple process improvements in the synthesis workflows. Still, that made mass production of some of the purification potions and the infection cures slightly more efficient and much more manageable by someone with less expertise.
There had been a surprising amount of pushback from the other mages regarding his changes too. They complained that he was taking the "mystery" out of the magic. That with his methods, any capable peasant could turn the mages into machines or make the arcane processes. With Percy's help, they could mostly squash such complaints, and things tended to move on.
Harold was somewhat sympathetic to their concerns. No one wanted to be made less special; these mages had spent decades building their place in the world. If not famous and loved, they were at least respected. Who would want to lose that?
What he didn't understand was "the taking the mystery out of magic" complaint. Was that not the whole point of studying magic? To understand how and why it worked, bend it to your will, and force it to work for you? The alchemist and demon practitioners had always achieved this by making precise recipes with repeatable results. The undead mages apparently had a less....formal tradition.
Still, despite all the hurdles, just standardizing things had increased output to an incredible level. That wasn't the only thing he had a hand in accomplishing, even if it might have ended up being the most impactful. No, what he was most proud of was some advancements in the undead defenses. Working with a small team, they were able to develop much more permanent talismans that could ward off wraiths or shades for almost a week. Read latest chapters at nov(e)lbin.com Only
They weren't very common undead and didn't normally pose a lethal threat to people. Still, they were hard to get rid of, and long enough exposure could sap the will and mind of even the most stubborn warriors.
A knock at the door pulled Harold away from his thoughts. Opening it a crack, he found a skeleton holding a hamper of his folded shirts. A simple command and the servant set it down just inside and left him alone. It had taken some getting used to, but the undead could make very effective tools. As long as the mages made sure they never developed their own will and stopped listening to instructions.
From the branches, a snarling, hissing orange ball of anger spat down at her. It seemed quite upset at having its way down blocked.
Looking at the situation, I didn't see an easy solution. So far, with most animals and small children, judicial use of my spray bottle was more than enough to solve ninety-eight percent of problems. However, this appeared to be one of those rare two percent where it wouldn't help.
I couldn't, in good conscience, spray Cliff for welcoming a new friend. I really couldn't blame her for the situation, especially since I knew of the cat's dramatic tendencies.
Actually, now that I thought about it, I never decided on a name for the cat. If I gave Cliff a name, perhaps I could give the feline one too. The orange tomcat was a feisty little guy. Quickly running through my list of cached names, I selected one from a subset that seemed cat-like. I would call him Kelly.
Huh, if I gave the cat a name now, should I name all the other animals too? Maybe, I would have to think about it. Naming things seemed important, and I wanted them to be just right.
Well, with that figured out, I returned to the matter at hand. I didn't want to spray Kelly either because it wasn't his fault he got scared. I was just glad he ran up a tree instead of lashing out at Cliff. Kelly's claws were very sharp and, with a bit of luck, might have put one of Cliff's eyes out or otherwise seriously harmed her.
Luckily Tanu had a good relationship with Cliff and was able to talk the dog away from the tree long enough for me to boost up and grab Kelly. The cat wriggled and squirmed, but I was able to hold on to him before he ran away. If these two were going to share the same castle, they needed to get to know each other a little bit. They didn't need to become best friends, but basic courtesy was enough.
Tanu reached up to put his little hand on Cliff's back, keeping her calm, while I hovered up to her, holding a very upset and wiggling Kelly. When their noses were only a few inches from each other, Cliff shocked me. With a baring of her teeth, she snapped her jaw towards the cat. Only my quick actions kept Kelly's nose in one piece. Okay, that definitely called for the bottle. A quick spray to the face had Cliff jerking her head back in surprise, and Tanu talked softly to the big dog, calming her down.
Okay, maybe Kelly actually had a point here. Still, it needed to be done. This time when I brought them close together, I was more careful, and Cliff just sniffed for a little bit. Kelly didn't calm down at all. The cat threw itself violently all over the place, not giving up one bit. I had to admire the cat's determination. Well, they didn't have to get along. I guessed it would be okay if they were willing to stay out of each other's way.
Releasing the cat, I watched as he sprinted back toward the castle faster than I had ever seen it move before. The orange ball vanished between the cracked front doors a few moments later. Taking a look, I saw what appeared to be Tanu and Cliff having a very serious conversation. Tanu's soft words were only occasionally interrupted by the occasional whine or woof from Cliff.
I left them to it; something had come up at the gate that might require my attention. Scanning the castle grounds for Beatrice, I found her having a conversation with Susan and Tony in the room with the fancy rug and desk. Hmm, was it important enough for me to get her first? Probably not. Leaving her to it, I headed toward the next issue.