In a small building at the Heroic-Paws Village, many elders were frozen in place completely baffled. It was the same for the 'princess' of the Hard-Paws Clan as she watched her father beg Josh to take her in.
But the man did not care about any of it as he turned to Old Politan: "So, you're the one in charge of mediating for all the clans when selecting a new leader, right? How does that selection usually work?"
The poor dog seemed at a loss. How was there anyone in their midst that didn't know how something so basic worked?! But then he seemed to rationalize that this was his new master's way to test him.
"There will be three parts to it:
1. The test of strength to make sure whoever is applying is strong enough to lead.
2. The test of reputation to make sure no tyrant ever rises to power.
3. The test of resourcefulness that tests one's ability to acquire the best bone there is."
Why was I having so much fun messing with an NPC? It was the same as a game. It was all illusory but the happiness was real. Things were so straightforward back then. The Tower was just a game, nothing more. Sure, it was one organized by gods and there were so many deaths but it remained simple...Then, things became so complicated.
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