《The most human elf in Shaylet - Paused until further notice》Onward! To the place
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I shut the door behind malady, her change in appearence still on my mind. I walked to the front compartment and opened the door. The drivers compartment was actually more than I was expecting. The seats were cushioned and there was a cubby in the back of the seat that had blankets in it. The font compartment was open to the front however I could see hinges that would allow it to be closed off. There was even space for the reins to be used with the compartment closed. With small hooks so you could tie the reins there if you were to stop for a bit. The bottom part of the front window could even be removed so that you could use the reins better. You would be mostly protected from the weather, and would still be able to drive. This is amazing, no commoner could afford this kind of cart. What was it doing in the commoner's parking area? Ive never heard of a renowned craftsman in this area. I got in and closed the door behind me, still in awe at the skill of whoever created this thing. Its a wonderful thing, its pretty sturdy as it survived my little crash landing and it has things ive never seen on other carriages.
I was torn out of my state of awe when I saw what Vylet found to pull the carriage. They were big and Muscled creatures, they barely moved except turning their heads.
Also, they were undead.
There were giant bloody holes in its body, with bones coming out of a couple of them. They both had huge horns coming out of their mouths and made a weird grunting sound every now and then.
Where the hell did she get these?!
What the hell are they?
I was speechless, these things could tear us all apart at any moment. They looked very powerful, yet for some reason are calm and docile. I tried urging them on like I would horses and it kind of worked. They grunted and started walking forward slowly.
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It took a little while but I managed to get the hang of it. We were travelling at a moderate speed towards the capital. I got used to driving and got bored so I tried to circulate a little mana while I was at it. I think circulating mana got easier since I accidentally made that mana sphere thing in my chest. The mana was flowing through my body a lot faster than before. It soaked into my muscles, increasing my strength and speed. It was working so well I got a little distracted and almost went off the road. I realized it before we went into a ditch so I was able to turn and avoid it.
Well, this is going to take a while. I tried not to space out as I stared at the long road ahead.
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Slythik and Shealia had arrived back in to the Salthein kingdom. They were walking towards the royal palace, to tell their king about the events that took place in the kingdom of Shaylet. The guards moved out of the way as they approached, instantly recognizing them as royalty. They made their way the the main chamber where the king would most likely be as he is always there. They arrived at the towering doors that led to the main hall, a servant that was standing next to the door noticed them and immediatley went in to announce their presence. Not long after the servant entered the doors opened and they walked in. Both of them walked up to the throne and bowed before Steruzelth, their king.
He nodded at the people he was talking to, they bowed and left.
"Welcome back home, yet your scales are still dry. You came straight here because something went wrong?"
The kings voice was scratchy but filled with authority.
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Shealia was the first to answer. "Yes, father. We arrived at the house of the noble we have been in contact with, however when we arrived we found a weird man stuck to the back of our carraige. We were deciding on what to do with him when we were attacked. The nobles servants were useless as they were flailing about like younglings trying to walk. After they stopped screaming at each other they assured us that they had nothing to do with it. I am not sure what to make of this incident."
Steruzelth was quiet, his head resting on his clawed hand as he was lost in thought.
"Are you sure it was an attack? If so this cannot be taken lightly."
Slythik decided it was time for him to speak up.
"King, may I speak?"
Steruzelth nodded.
"I beleive it was merely a coincidence, however with the nature of our visit it is very conveinent for a random encounter such as that to have happened. I beleive that there may have been a spy trying to steal information about us. Maybe he was hired by another noble to undermine our efforts."
The king became silent, once more deep in thought.
"This matters very little, by the time our noble friend gives us what we want. No other nobles will be able to do anything or retaliate in any way. However we do need to be more careful just in case we do have a spy."
The king waved at one of the guards and the guard approached him and kneeled.
"Attacks on the royal family however cannot be permitted. Inform our little assasin we have a mission for him. He is to find the man who attacked my daughter and bring him to me at any cost."
The guard saluted and went to fulfill his task.
"Now then, go take some time to relax from your trip. Get your scales wet and get some food. You both look dried out."
"Thank you father."
"Thank you my king"
The king nodded and they left.
As soon as they left the hall Shealia turned to Slythik and pouted.
"why had you not discussed this with me before you brought it to father?"
"Sorry Sheal, I had only thought of it when we were waiting for an audience with him."
She hissed slightly and walked to her chambers.
Slythik watched her go.
He really would try to marry her, if she only wasnt already in love with the head maid of the castle. He sighed and went to go for a swim. The dryness of the Shaylet kingdom was making his scales itch.
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