Chapter 247: 013 – The Bright New World
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"Now these must be worth quite a lot," Lirian muttered as he pulled out another fur, it was the largest of the lot, maybe five or six times his size and it was much heavier than he was.
Lirian examined the third-grade Direwolf fur, but he was quickly disappointed, while it was large it was cut up pretty badly and filled with holes, 'It must have been a tough fight for who ever killed this thing,' Lirian guessed and turned his attention to the second grade furs.
'Those furs are actually perfect, whoever killed them did it quickly and effectively, cutting their throats and kept most of it intact, Lirian could already see these things selling for a high price, Lirian had no clue as to the value of things in this world.
But these furs could be used to make decent sets of armour, so it had to be worth a fair amount, "Such a pity that I have no way of taking all of this with me," Lirian muttered and grabbed three fur, two second grade and the third grade one, even if it was cut up it still had its uses.
After that Lirian started to search through the caravan, most of the people there were merchants that were traveling together for safety so there was a lot of goods, unfortunately, Lirian could only take so much.
A short while later Lirian had a big bag strapped to his back, in total he only found 1 gold coin, 28 silvers and to many coppers for him to care about counting, most of the merchants money was turned into goods, so there wasn't much Lirian could do about it, and unfortunately there were no cosmetic supplies on the carts.
With all of that in mind Lirian felt like it was time to clear up the mess, he opened up his hand and a ball of silver energy formed, after exposing it to the fire that was still going, the silver energy turned into flame and Lirian shot it at the various tents and finally he went to the tent with the direwolf furs.
He would have to concentrate the flames to destroy them, he couldn't take all of it with him and he leaving something like that behind would only paint a target on his back if anyone was able to make a connection between the armour he was about to make and the direwolf fur.
Better to just burn it all and wipe all traces that it ever existed, and from what he heard the only other ones that knew about the furs was a group of adventures, and the failure of this merchants trade was going to get them some estate, it could still be considered a win for them.
Once the items were burning properly, Lirian strode to one of the openings cut by the guards and prepared to leave.
However as he approached the opening he turned his head slightly, "Boy, I'll spare you for now, but you had best spread the word of what happened here today," Lirian said with a smirk this time his voice became much smoother and almost perfect.
"This language really is a twister on the tongue," Lirian said softly as the camp behind him started to burn like a beacon.
---
Mal was still lying on the ground, he regained consciousness a little while ago, he got to see the fires burning away his father's fortune.
Just as he wanted to go and save the items on the cart he saw a figure beyond the flames, it was hard to make out but he saw the shining silver hair, which made his entire body freeze up.
'Orcs,' he thought, 'This area was supposed to of limits to orcs,' he thought in fear, silver hair was the trade mark of noble orc blood lines.
Then that person spoke his voice was smooth and powerful, and his every word caused him to feel terror down to his bone, he was just a boy, other than the occasional bandits on the road, he had never experienced any dangers.
When the silver-haired orc left, Mal staggered to his feet and placed a hand on his dislocated jaw, as he desperately ran to the tents exit, but once he left he saw an even more horrifying sight.
The entire camp was scorching hot, as flames licked everything in sight, as he step forward he saw the corpse of a beautiful older woman, "M-m-miss Hila," he forced out her name through his broken jaw, as tears formed in his eyes.
If not for the flames that were threatening to cook him alive he might have stayed for longer, but he eventually ran to the horse's and left in a mad dash.
---
Lirian made his back to the cave, and got to work on making his outfit with the furs, he obtained two sewing kits from the caravan and few things that could be used to treat the furs.
Four days passed quickly before Lirian completed making up an outfit with all the furs, it was very bulky, which Lirian was happy about, it would help him hide his body better and draw less attention, all that remained was for him to get his hands on some cosmetics.
Lirian stalked the road and two whole weeks had passed before he got everything he needed, by that point word of him had started to spread, no search parties had been released yet but based on how the merchants had doubled and tripled their guards, it was apparent that they heard of him and that they were afraid.
It was only natural that people would be suspicious , for two weeks now no merchants had entered any of the towns going up or down, because Lirian had killed every last one of them without discrimination, and occasionally left a survivor to spread the tale.
When Lirian finally got his hands on the cosmetics he dyed his hair black and constructed a skin mask, that would look just like his skin, but that changed his features slightly, to make his face appear more masculine, he'd grown tired of people confusing him for a girl and had he not been a well known figure on Xelia he didn't doubt that many others would have mistaken him for one.
Finally Lirian dawned his new set of gear, he extended his boots to make them guard more of his leg, using sections of the third grade fur and strapped them down with leather straps.
He also used the third grade fur on his arms, but for his chest he was forced to use the second grade fur, all that the armour offered him any way was extra protection, not that Lirian felt like he needed it, most people would be lucky to touch the hem of his clothes let alone strike him.
The main purpose of the gear was to cover his body.
After his armour Lirian had picked up some much better swords and daggers, which he could tell were forged by proper blacksmiths that knew how to give a blade a proper edge, while maintaining the swords strength.
The final touch was a simple wooden walking cane that Lirian managed to pick up, it was extremely simple in its design without even an engraving or a marking on it, which meant it couldn't be traced at all.
Lirian had been making due with branches that he shaped into walking sticks so far, which made the walking cane a welcome discovery.
As Lirian prepared to leave, he took one final count of his coin, "In total he gather 5 gold pieces, 160 silver pieces, and his copper pieces could have used a bag of its own, which is why he chose to leave most of it behind in the cave.
If he ever had a need of it he could return for it at a later date, and if he didn't, some lucky person would become rich in copper.
Lirian chuckled softly at how much he managed to gather over the coarse of two weeks, those bandits he killed had lived their lives in vain in comparison, but that was the difference in strength.
Lirian began to make his way towards the village, it would take three days for him reach the village from the cave, and he couldn't wait to start experiencing this world.
He was about to experience the world like never before, in all his past lives the foot of the village was the limit of his range.
Once people saw him, they'd start chucking stones his way, or it would start with the guards charging directly at him with their spears readied and their bows knocked.
Lirian remembered how he would always watch from afar, with desperation and an unbelievable urge to go in and grab a drink at the local taverns or to speak with a merchant, to learn how trade worked, but he was forced by that curse to always to be an observer of the world.
Lirian set his feet on the road and prepared himself for this bright new world, filled with countless possibilities, 'This time, there will be no weapons aimed at me,' he thought hopefully and went forward.
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"Now these must be worth quite a lot," Lirian muttered as he pulled out another fur, it was the largest of the lot, maybe five or six times his size and it was much heavier than he was.
Lirian examined the third-grade Direwolf fur, but he was quickly disappointed, while it was large it was cut up pretty badly and filled with holes, 'It must have been a tough fight for who ever killed this thing,' Lirian guessed and turned his attention to the second grade furs.
'Those furs are actually perfect, whoever killed them did it quickly and effectively, cutting their throats and kept most of it intact, Lirian could already see these things selling for a high price, Lirian had no clue as to the value of things in this world.
But these furs could be used to make decent sets of armour, so it had to be worth a fair amount, "Such a pity that I have no way of taking all of this with me," Lirian muttered and grabbed three fur, two second grade and the third grade one, even if it was cut up it still had its uses.
After that Lirian started to search through the caravan, most of the people there were merchants that were traveling together for safety so there was a lot of goods, unfortunately, Lirian could only take so much.
A short while later Lirian had a big bag strapped to his back, in total he only found 1 gold coin, 28 silvers and to many coppers for him to care about counting, most of the merchants money was turned into goods, so there wasn't much Lirian could do about it, and unfortunately there were no cosmetic supplies on the carts.
With all of that in mind Lirian felt like it was time to clear up the mess, he opened up his hand and a ball of silver energy formed, after exposing it to the fire that was still going, the silver energy turned into flame and Lirian shot it at the various tents and finally he went to the tent with the direwolf furs.
He would have to concentrate the flames to destroy them, he couldn't take all of it with him and he leaving something like that behind would only paint a target on his back if anyone was able to make a connection between the armour he was about to make and the direwolf fur.
Better to just burn it all and wipe all traces that it ever existed, and from what he heard the only other ones that knew about the furs was a group of adventures, and the failure of this merchants trade was going to get them some estate, it could still be considered a win for them.
Once the items were burning properly, Lirian strode to one of the openings cut by the guards and prepared to leave.
However as he approached the opening he turned his head slightly, "Boy, I'll spare you for now, but you had best spread the word of what happened here today," Lirian said with a smirk this time his voice became much smoother and almost perfect.
"This language really is a twister on the tongue," Lirian said softly as the camp behind him started to burn like a beacon.
---
Mal was still lying on the ground, he regained consciousness a little while ago, he got to see the fires burning away his father's fortune.
Just as he wanted to go and save the items on the cart he saw a figure beyond the flames, it was hard to make out but he saw the shining silver hair, which made his entire body freeze up.
'Orcs,' he thought, 'This area was supposed to of limits to orcs,' he thought in fear, silver hair was the trade mark of noble orc blood lines.
Then that person spoke his voice was smooth and powerful, and his every word caused him to feel terror down to his bone, he was just a boy, other than the occasional bandits on the road, he had never experienced any dangers.
When the silver-haired orc left, Mal staggered to his feet and placed a hand on his dislocated jaw, as he desperately ran to the tents exit, but once he left he saw an even more horrifying sight.
The entire camp was scorching hot, as flames licked everything in sight, as he step forward he saw the corpse of a beautiful older woman, "M-m-miss Hila," he forced out her name through his broken jaw, as tears formed in his eyes.
If not for the flames that were threatening to cook him alive he might have stayed for longer, but he eventually ran to the horse's and left in a mad dash.
---
Lirian made his back to the cave, and got to work on making his outfit with the furs, he obtained two sewing kits from the caravan and few things that could be used to treat the furs.
Four days passed quickly before Lirian completed making up an outfit with all the furs, it was very bulky, which Lirian was happy about, it would help him hide his body better and draw less attention, all that remained was for him to get his hands on some cosmetics.
Lirian stalked the road and two whole weeks had passed before he got everything he needed, by that point word of him had started to spread, no search parties had been released yet but based on how the merchants had doubled and tripled their guards, it was apparent that they heard of him and that they were afraid.
It was only natural that people would be suspicious , for two weeks now no merchants had entered any of the towns going up or down, because Lirian had killed every last one of them without discrimination, and occasionally left a survivor to spread the tale.
When Lirian finally got his hands on the cosmetics he dyed his hair black and constructed a skin mask, that would look just like his skin, but that changed his features slightly, to make his face appear more masculine, he'd grown tired of people confusing him for a girl and had he not been a well known figure on Xelia he didn't doubt that many others would have mistaken him for one.
Finally Lirian dawned his new set of gear, he extended his boots to make them guard more of his leg, using sections of the third grade fur and strapped them down with leather straps.
He also used the third grade fur on his arms, but for his chest he was forced to use the second grade fur, all that the armour offered him any way was extra protection, not that Lirian felt like he needed it, most people would be lucky to touch the hem of his clothes let alone strike him.
The main purpose of the gear was to cover his body.
After his armour Lirian had picked up some much better swords and daggers, which he could tell were forged by proper blacksmiths that knew how to give a blade a proper edge, while maintaining the swords strength.
The final touch was a simple wooden walking cane that Lirian managed to pick up, it was extremely simple in its design without even an engraving or a marking on it, which meant it couldn't be traced at all.
Lirian had been making due with branches that he shaped into walking sticks so far, which made the walking cane a welcome discovery.
As Lirian prepared to leave, he took one final count of his coin, "In total he gather 5 gold pieces, 160 silver pieces, and his copper pieces could have used a bag of its own, which is why he chose to leave most of it behind in the cave.
If he ever had a need of it he could return for it at a later date, and if he didn't, some lucky person would become rich in copper.
Lirian chuckled softly at how much he managed to gather over the coarse of two weeks, those bandits he killed had lived their lives in vain in comparison, but that was the difference in strength.
Lirian began to make his way towards the village, it would take three days for him reach the village from the cave, and he couldn't wait to start experiencing this world.
He was about to experience the world like never before, in all his past lives the foot of the village was the limit of his range.
Once people saw him, they'd start chucking stones his way, or it would start with the guards charging directly at him with their spears readied and their bows knocked.
Lirian remembered how he would always watch from afar, with desperation and an unbelievable urge to go in and grab a drink at the local taverns or to speak with a merchant, to learn how trade worked, but he was forced by that curse to always to be an observer of the world.
Lirian set his feet on the road and prepared himself for this bright new world, filled with countless possibilities, 'This time, there will be no weapons aimed at me,' he thought hopefully and went forward.
"Now these must be worth quite a lot," Lirian muttered as he pulled out another fur, it was the largest of the lot, maybe five or six times his size and it was much heavier than he was. Lirian examined the third-grade Direwolf fur, but he was quickly disappointed, while it was large it was cut up pretty badly and filled with holes, 'It must have been a tough fight for who ever killed this thing,' Lirian guessed and turned his attention to the second grade furs. 'Those furs are actually perfect, whoever killed them did it quickly and effectively, cutting their throats and kept most of it intact, Lirian could already see these things selling for a high price, Lirian had no clue as to the value of things in this world. But these furs could be used to make decent sets of armour, so it had to be worth a fair amount, "Such a pity that I have no way of taking all of this with me," Lirian muttered and grabbed three fur, two second grade and the third grade one, even if it was cut up it still had its uses. After that Lirian started to search through the caravan, most of the people there were merchants that were traveling together for safety so there was a lot of goods, unfortunately, Lirian could only take so much. A short while later Lirian had a big bag strapped to his back, in total he only found 1 gold coin, 28 silvers and to many coppers for him to care about counting, most of the merchants money was turned into goods, so there wasn't much Lirian could do about it, and unfortunately there were no cosmetic supplies on the carts. With all of that in mind Lirian felt like it was time to clear up the mess, he opened up his hand and a ball of silver energy formed, after exposing it to the fire that was still going, the silver energy turned into flame and Lirian shot it at the various tents and finally he went to the tent with the direwolf furs. He would have to concentrate the flames to destroy them, he couldn't take all of it with him and he leaving something like that behind would only paint a target on his back if anyone was able to make a connection between the armour he was about to make and the direwolf fur. Better to just burn it all and wipe all traces that it ever existed, and from what he heard the only other ones that knew about the furs was a group of adventures, and the failure of this merchants trade was going to get them some estate, it could still be considered a win for them. Once the items were burning properly, Lirian strode to one of the openings cut by the guards and prepared to leave. However as he approached the opening he turned his head slightly, "Boy, I'll spare you for now, but you had best spread the word of what happened here today," Lirian said with a smirk this time his voice became much smoother and almost perfect. "This language really is a twister on the tongue," Lirian said softly as the camp behind him started to burn like a beacon. --- Mal was still lying on the ground, he regained consciousness a little while ago, he got to see the fires burning away his father's fortune. Just as he wanted to go and save the items on the cart he saw a figure beyond the flames, it was hard to make out but he saw the shining silver hair, which made his entire body freeze up. 'Orcs,' he thought, 'This area was supposed to of limits to orcs,' he thought in fear, silver hair was the trade mark of noble orc blood lines. Then that person spoke his voice was smooth and powerful, and his every word caused him to feel terror down to his bone, he was just a boy, other than the occasional bandits on the road, he had never experienced any dangers. When the silver-haired orc left, Mal staggered to his feet and placed a hand on his dislocated jaw, as he desperately ran to the tents exit, but once he left he saw an even more horrifying sight. The entire camp was scorching hot, as flames licked everything in sight, as he step forward he saw the corpse of a beautiful older woman, "M-m-miss Hila," he forced out her name through his broken jaw, as tears formed in his eyes. If not for the flames that were threatening to cook him alive he might have stayed for longer, but he eventually ran to the horse's and left in a mad dash. --- Lirian made his back to the cave, and got to work on making his outfit with the furs, he obtained two sewing kits from the caravan and few things that could be used to treat the furs. Four days passed quickly before Lirian completed making up an outfit with all the furs, it was very bulky, which Lirian was happy about, it would help him hide his body better and draw less attention, all that remained was for him to get his hands on some cosmetics. Lirian stalked the road and two whole weeks had passed before he got everything he needed, by that point word of him had started to spread, no search parties had been released yet but based on how the merchants had doubled and tripled their guards, it was apparent that they heard of him and that they were afraid. It was only natural that people would be suspicious , for two weeks now no merchants had entered any of the towns going up or down, because Lirian had killed every last one of them without discrimination, and occasionally left a survivor to spread the tale. When Lirian finally got his hands on the cosmetics he dyed his hair black and constructed a skin mask, that would look just like his skin, but that changed his features slightly, to make his face appear more masculine, he'd grown tired of people confusing him for a girl and had he not been a well known figure on Xelia he didn't doubt that many others would have mistaken him for one. Finally Lirian dawned his new set of gear, he extended his boots to make them guard more of his leg, using sections of the third grade fur and strapped them down with leather straps. He also used the third grade fur on his arms, but for his chest he was forced to use the second grade fur, all that the armour offered him any way was extra protection, not that Lirian felt like he needed it, most people would be lucky to touch the hem of his clothes let alone strike him. The main purpose of the gear was to cover his body. After his armour Lirian had picked up some much better swords and daggers, which he could tell were forged by proper blacksmiths that knew how to give a blade a proper edge, while maintaining the swords strength. The final touch was a simple wooden walking cane that Lirian managed to pick up, it was extremely simple in its design without even an engraving or a marking on it, which meant it couldn't be traced at all. Lirian had been making due with branches that he shaped into walking sticks so far, which made the walking cane a welcome discovery. As Lirian prepared to leave, he took one final count of his coin, "In total he gather 5 gold pieces, 160 silver pieces, and his copper pieces could have used a bag of its own, which is why he chose to leave most of it behind in the cave. If he ever had a need of it he could return for it at a later date, and if he didn't, some lucky person would become rich in copper. Lirian chuckled softly at how much he managed to gather over the coarse of two weeks, those bandits he killed had lived their lives in vain in comparison, but that was the difference in strength. Lirian began to make his way towards the village, it would take three days for him reach the village from the cave, and he couldn't wait to start experiencing this world. He was about to experience the world like never before, in all his past lives the foot of the village was the limit of his range. Once people saw him, they'd start chucking stones his way, or it would start with the guards charging directly at him with their spears readied and their bows knocked. Lirian remembered how he would always watch from afar, with desperation and an unbelievable urge to go in and grab a drink at the local taverns or to speak with a merchant, to learn how trade worked, but he was forced by that curse to always to be an observer of the world. Lirian set his feet on the road and prepared himself for this bright new world, filled with countless possibilities, 'This time, there will be no weapons aimed at me,' he thought hopefully and went forward.
