Chapitre 39: First Move
"Good Morning!" An excited shout was the first thing Madelaine hears as she unconsciously opens a call.
She yawns as she rubs her eyes, "Good morning?" She looks at the two screens, confusion marring her expression.
"What happened?" She asks as she sees a reddened Mary, crossing her arms over her chest and a Michael sheepishly rubbing his cheek.
Michael waves his hand, "It's nothing," Mary elbows him from his statement and he winces in pain.
Madelaine shakes her head, "It's too early for this," She looks to Michael, "Why did you even call this early in the morning?"
"Ah," Michael realizes something before saying, "You remember those swords? Have you already imbued it with the magic I asked?"
Madelaine nods, as Mary curiously looks at them.
Michael smiles, "Good, have them send six hundred here in Avern and another three hundred in Irven."
Madelaine sighs as she wakes up from her sleep, she takes her notes as she writes down his orders.
She then looks at him with curiosity, "Ivern? I don't think I have anyone to take care of that."
Michael smiles with a wave, "It's fine, I'll be doing it myself. I also have some business in that city."
Madelaine looks at him with suspicion before shrugging it off, "Your choice, I guess."
She writes it down, "I'll just have it accompany the new batch of clothes passing through Ivern. I'll have the coachman stay in front of the store."
She raises an eyebrow, "Is that okay?"
Michael unconsciously nods, Madelaine's aura becoming more and more like a C.E.O.
Mary then exclaims, "Will you be equipping all my soldiers with those magic swords?"
He looks at her, "Yeah, didn't I tell you." He grins "I'll support you as much as I can?"
She asks with worry, "But aren't those kinds of swords, three to five gold each?"
He leans back to the comfortable chair, "No, not really."
He taps his chin in thought "They're probably about ten or fifteen gold each."
The two girls choke on air, Mary shouts, "TEN! Ten gold, is that alright? I mean isn't that a bit much."
Michael takes her chin and jokingly spoke, "Anything for you, Mary."
He got slapped once more, as he lays to the side in laughter and Mary only reddens as she fondly slapped him on the back.
Madelaine's eyebrow twitched in annoyance, she clears her throat, taking the duos attention.
"As much as I enjoy watching Mary embarrassed," Mary lowers her head in embarrassment, "I can't help but think that these seem a bit much. After all, a normal magic sword cost about one or two coins."
Micharl shakes his head, "You guys got it wrong, the cost of making this fifty silver coin."
He shrugs, "The reason the cost is so high, was because of the magic in it."
Madelaine speaks, "What kind of magic could cost that much?"
Michael counted with his hand, "Strength boost, reflex boost, agility boost," He shrugs, "Boost of any kind, really."
He raises a finger as if realizing something, "I also put in regeneration, just below the lower limit."
Madelaine facepalms as he mutters, "Of course you did,"
Mary weakly pulls on his shirt as she mutters, "Is that really alright? I mean isn't that a bit much?"
Seeing their reactions, Michael scratches his cheek in embarrassment as he replies, "Not really, I mean, I could put more in but I can't program the stone to program something more complex."
Madelaine shakes her as she mutters to herself, "I have got to learn magic."
Mary meanwhile, hugs Michael as she whispers, "Thank you, Sir, I promise I won't disappoint."
He rubs her head back, "It's fine, It's fine."
Madelaine then clears her throat, "So is that all? Cause I plan on going back to bed."
She rests her head back on her pillow, "I don't think I can watch you two flirt through the rest of the morning."
She raises an eyebrow, "Where are you guys anyway."
Michael shrugs, "In my bed, Mary slept over since we ended the party later than we thought."
She smirks, "Oh really? Is that really all?" Mary reddens the insinuation and Michael chuckles, "I had another bed brought over."
Mary yawns, "Then is that all? I'm going back to sleep, expect the weapons at Ivern at about three days."
Michael nods, "Have a nice sleep then."
Michael and Mary wave goodbye as the call ends.
"BISHOP ORVIN!" A panicked shout rings out the newly made cathedral, it empty halls and glittering windows a view where a man stood in the middle of it.
Orvin looks to the voice, a purple skin demon comes into view.
"There have been riots through the Northeastern Cities." He spoke with panic, Orvin urges him to go on, "It was about the recent building of churches."
Orvin raises his brow in alarm, "I see, that is to be expected."
He sighs, "That area was bound to erupt in anger if their belief in Gaea was to be threatened."
The young priest swallows dryly, "But Bishop, it wasn't just a few cities, it was all of them, simultaneously erupting in a riot."
He leans back as he is consumed in thought, he then mutters, "I can understand if a few cities erupted in a riot."
He taps his foot, "That doesn't mean it would erupt simultaneously,"
He stands up, "That means someone is moving against the church."
Orvin stands as he wears back his priestly robes, "But who could it be, is it the Rividers or the Dunstens."
He shakes his head, "No, I'll have to investigate, there's too many factors in this, for me to be hasty."
Orvin hurriedly walked towards the castle, informing the king of the change of plans.
Meanwhile in the Seeker's camp, Anders sighs, "Was this really a good idea?"
Alex looks to him in question, "Probably not, but the riots will be starting with or without us."
He looks to the men bringing in provisions, "The only thing we did was take advantage of the chaos."
Anders swallow dryly, "Lets hope this doesn't explode to our face." Alex only looks to him as he mutters, his stomach suddenly sinks as he fearfully whisper,
"Yeah."
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