《Just For Fun》Chapter 10: The goblins they're organized!
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Nebel had a lot of questions about the immoral, genius, immortal dictator that was his little sister but one of the bigger ones was how said genius dictator doesn’t know how to cook and even more that she doesn’t even know how to make a sandwich without her cutting herself into ribbons. But right now he was making her a pile of sandwiches so he couldn’t ask her. Since it was the evening he should have cooked a proper meal for and already fed Bö. But he hadn’t and she couldn’t wait, so sandwiches it is and Nebel set to making the sandwiches, he made half of them with left over chicken and some mayonnaise and the other half of them that he made were ham and cheese sandwiches. He placed them on a platter a laid the platter in the center of the table.
“Here you go Bö, eat up.”
Bö as if revived darted forwards on her seat and grabbed a sandwich, then another, and another? Bö was sitting on the edge of her seat with a sandwich in both hands and one in her mouth.
“Ahh, Bö how exactly are you going to…”
Using her tongue and sucking on it Bö managed to practically inhale the sandwich before proceeding to eat the two in her hands.
After her fifth sandwich Bö stopped to speak, which didn’t mean she wasn’t calmly piling sandwiches out of Nebel’s reach. Even though Nebel had only just finished his first one.
“Why did you stop playing so late?” Bö asked with an annoyed look.
Nebel smiled “Sorry about that. There are two clocks in the game one is real time and the other isn’t and each has its own alarm. I got confused between them.”
Bö calmed down a bit and went to eat another sandwich “auuu.” She mutters touching her bandage for a moment.
“Oh, I was wondering, how did you get cut?” Nebel asks her
Bö stops eating again and looks at him with her head inclined to her left. “What do you mean Brother? I’ve never been taught to cook!”
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Nebel frowns at her “How could you be over a hundred and fifty years old and have never learned to cook?”
Bö’s expression goes sour and tears appear at the corner of her eyes. “Baka, onii. schlechte
bruder! You’re a terrible brother! How could you say something like that?” Bö jumps to her feet, grabs the whole platter of sandwiches and runs out of the kitchen.
Nebel watches Bö run out of the room a little confused. “Well whatever it’s just an act, back to the game.” he says out loud, and immediately wonders why he said it out loud…
Nebel appeared where he had disappeared at the border of the forest part way up the mountain, there t greet him was a few too many little green friends. A few dozen goblins were coming down the mountain pass fully armed and very mad. These ones seemed to be either the elite or the ones in the forest were just the lowest of the low. How did Nebel know this? Easy these ones had swords, shields, spears and they even armored. The ones at the front were larger than the rest and had their swords sheathed and no spear. But they had large two handed shields in their hands and seemed to be there as a mobile two feet tall wall. The other row had lighter armor, no shield; their swords were sheathed just like the first row but they had full length barbed spears. The second row comically enough, was actually two rows, since the tiny green men needed two of themselves, to actual be able to use a full length spear without falling forwards from the weight.
Nebel turned around and decided to make a tactical retreat, with his shorter spear and no armor even with his vectors he would most likely only be able to take a few with him. He stopped a few meters into the woods and looked back at the goblin squadron, they were just standing there.
“They must be a patrol, since they weren’t here earlier and their job must be limited to defense. Discipline seems to be high and organization impeccable. This is going to take some planning, hmm.”
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Nebel backtracked down the path until they couldn’t possible see him and snuck from bush to bush to watch them.
After an hour, in which after about ten minutes, the goblins started settling down and start playing with knives, copulating and fighting each other. This continued for the rest of the hour but Nebel noticed that sentries had been posted and none of the yells of the goblins were at full volume. Nebel decided to retreat back to the facility where he had been summoned to find out some information. He had a plan slowly forming in his mind but it depended on various things and he thought it would be better if he had some more options.
Nebel ran back though the forest, when he saw anymore goblins he didn’t fight them instead he just used a simple vector to trip them make them duck a flying stone or simple just out ran them. After all they were just goblins it was like out running little kids.
When Nebel got to the edge of the forest he started using his moon run once more, having gotten to level five, Nebel noticed a change in his vectors they were nearly a third stronger then before! So of course this time his run across the plains was his fastest time yet. He practically flew across them and quickly arrived at the facility? Academy whatever it was!
And then he noticed, the whole time he was running, he hadn’t said a single thing!!!!
“What the hell!?” Nebel had been imagining the vectors but since he started to moon run after he left the forest he had stopped saying the spells!
“Well just something else I have to ask.”
Nebel walks into the facility which was apparently called “The fifty second Alien training center.” Just beside the entrance that was a simple arch in a wall was what looked like an admission booth so Nebel head there to check the cost.
Beside the booth, which was fully automated, there was a holo-screen that turned on when Nebel stood in front of the booth. So he decided to take a look.
Prices per ClassFirst ThreeFree One Advanced5000 HD One Beginner500 HDOne Master20000 HDOne Intermediate1000 HD One Grand Master1000000 HDAdvanced and up require the acquisition of mile stones, such as but not limited to quests solved, maximum quest rating and current level of fame.
Man the price gets expensive real quick! And Nebel Needed at least two classes, one intermediate and one beginner to achieve his plan…
Nebel headed back to the city to collect his bounty and sell a few things as it was he only managed to barely get enough with the sale of another sliver of gold…looks like he won’t be buying much for now…
Nebel made the journey last as little time as possible and swiftly came back after having acquired barely enough to pay for both of his classes. Stepping up to the booth Nebel inserted his card and opened the booths menu. SELECT CLASS appeared on the display. Nebel went down the list and check off the two classes before hitting ok.CHOOSE FROM AVAILABLE INSTRUCTORS. He skimmed the list of Instructors and saw that someone he knew was an instructor for both of his classes so he double checked the instructor and hit ok. ARE YOU SURE? TOTAL COST 1500 HD. TOTAL BALANCE 1532 HD. Nebel hits yes, pulls out his card and walks down the familiar pathways to the library and his first lesson.
this ones a bit shorter then usual but the last one was a bit longer i'll keep trying to always post one each day but if i don't it isn't because i won't the next day....unless the future me says so.
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