Master Of None Chapter 335
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"Well, kids shouldn't worry over those matters. You may be lying to me. But I do agree that you don't look like those poachers over there." The elf pointed to the poacher's ties up on another pillar. They were much older and looked to be in a worse state. They had scars from various monsters and looked like shady individuals. Walker could not think but feel he would avoid them if he was walking down the market and saw them coming.
"We really did not mean any harm. We even have the cores of the slimes we gave fought in my cloak as proof. If you need more proof I have some of the slime bodies saved in my inventory. But with my body this weak I'm not sure I can use it right now." Walker could feel the resistance when he tried to get the slime bodies to come out of his inventory. It seemed like the rope was binding all of his skills as well.
The elf looked at him for a little before accepting Walker's words and searching the dirty cloak Walker wore. He easily found the small slime cores and the large slime core. But he also felt the metal on the cloak that was covered by dirt. While he looked at the slime cores he used his other hand to brush the drying much from the medal affixed to the cloak.
"What are these you have here…" The words trailed off as the elf dropped the slime cores and started to clean all of the symbols attached to the cloak. "Silver adventurers plaque...insignia from the demi-human kingdom...and the ambassador l medal from the human kingdom…" The elf was losing his will to look further in to the party that had been caught.
Seeing these identifications he ran to each party member finding the same identifications all covered up from the mud. The rains had been strong and made the forest a rather dirty place, but he knew that these kids must have somehow managed to dig something up to get this muddy. "Did you all jump in a mud puddle for camouflage?" This was the only logical explanation for them to be this dirty and hide their medals.
"We pulled up a few ginger roots for medicinal teas and also fought against an iron vine trap." Walker added a little white lie to his words about the ginger. Remey threw him a thankful glance having calmed down now that her mana was being taken by the crystal pillar. She would lose herself again if they had to give up the extremely valuable crystal ginger. It was one of an alchemist's greatest treasures and dreams to possess.
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"And what are you to your kingdom…" The voice of the elf trembles slightly knowing that if he was not swift in understanding these so called prisoners, then not only could he lose all of his standings but also cause a war in his kingdom. Matters involving ambassadors were never simple.
"Well we are adventurer's but if you really need the details of why we got this far, I guess I should just tell you the blunt way…" Walker was afraid he would drop too much al at once and cause the elf a heart attack. He also was afraid that he would start some conflict by admitting the details of the titles. But instead of worrying he only could think of getting his party members free of the rope and looking healthier.
After a deep breath, Walker spoke with a steady voice, "My name is Walker and I am the leader of the Omnipotent party. We are silver tier adventurers, ambassadors of the crystal kingdom, and friends to the demi-human kingdom. We all hold the title of hero and I hold the title of true hero. We would like an audience with your ruler."
'The user has gained access to the skill royal aura from the king system. The user has met the hidden requirements to use and learn this skill.
Royal aura- passive skill
The aura of royalty is unique to any royal system. The mana the user has will send out pulses that influence the mana of sentient races. This pulse will slightly deter and intimidate sentient beings.'
Walker saw that the elf flinched as he received this system notification. His party members did not, they appeared immune to the effects of the royal aura. Walker wanted to think of what the hidden requirements were but instead, he knew that he was better off focusing on the situation at hand.
"Of course, I see that our enforcers have made a grave mistake. Please allow me to apologize. I am a simple guardsman allow me to call for the proper elders t greet you." The fear in the elf's eyes showed that he believed this to be one of the biggest mistakes one of the enforcers had ever made. Not only were they offending two kingdoms but they were also offending the entire adventurers guild. What was worse was that those prisoners in question had titles. Titles that would not allow them to be criminals at all, it was common knowledge for elves that if a user betrayed the title they were given it would come with massive consequences.
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The elf waved a hand and the ropes instantly unbound them. Walker was already on the move picking up the slime cores that had been dropped on the ground by the elf. He handed out mana potions to his party so they could recover along with adjusting his own clothing. Remey was cracking her knuckles and stretching out after being uncomfortably bound.
Midnight was making an intimidating show of things, her wings were fully out flexing and flapping. Walker saw this and felt that Midnight could take her first flight any day now. The power in her wings had drastically increased over the last few weeks.
Su was adjusting the shields that had been forcefully stuck to her sides when she was bound by rope, Walker quickly used a light heal skill on her since she was definitely bruised from the force used. Gil was a little more relaxed. He was watching the ropes around the party magically wrap themselves up and move in to a pile across the room. He was visibly nervous but only Walker could tell.
"Gil, I will hold on to your arrows, for now, let me give you the back ups to wear." Walker knew that the wither spike arrows would attract attention so he made sure to hand Gil a quiver full of steel arrows that he had gotten just for this kind of event. Nw if any of the elves inquired about his arrows he could say that these were it, or there was his bow's skill. None would be the wiser about his system unless one of the elves could look at his system or appraise him.
Walker did not see the elf that had unbound them go anywhere or communicate with anyone but in a second there was a sound of steps rushing down the stairs toward them. The creaking of the magical vine gates was easily heard. After a few more moments a disheveled looking man in a yellow cloak was standing before them. There were lines on his face from serious thinking for years and he had many green runes tattooed on his head instead of hair. His ears were longer than the other elves the party had seen.
"I apologize for your unfortunate encounter with the enforcers. They will be judged at the meeting with our elders and our almighty queen. If you would allow me, I would like to personally escort you to a more fitting chamber. The court is being prepared to greet you properly." The elf was much more eloquent than the party expected of someone who had just run down so many stairs.
"You will not be wary of us if we remain on our guard, my party is naturally on edge right now." Walker used his harsh sturdy tone to show his disapproval for how they were treated. The effect was more than he desired as the elf staggered a little at the passive skill he had just received, Walker decided to hold back a little when speaking.
"Of course. I would not expect you to trust us after our poor showing. We will naturally compensate you for any damage your party suffered. We elves are known as gracious hosts after all." The elf was wise and knew that he had to try and smooth things over before he brought the party before the elders. The enforcers had brought them on to a huge political mess.
Walker nodded and started to follow the elf. Midnight was softly growling as they walked behind him, she was still unhappy to have been weakened and dragged around. She was a proud dragon and did not deserve such terrible treatment. In her thoughts, the elves should be bowing to apologize to her in all her greatness.
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