Chapter 296: 061 – Izlandi’s Decision 2
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Izlandi returned to the brothel a short while after her conversation with Reyna, she hopped out of the carriage, and went in as several servants started to offload all the alchemy tools from the carriage.
She lifted her dress and went up the stairs with quick steps, she soon found herself in front of the door that led to Lirian.
She took a breath and pushed the door open, and as soon as she entered she saw Lirian he was completely still inside his cage, but as soon as she entered she saw a smile creep up on his face.
"Did you gather the ingredients?" Lirian asked.
"What are your intentions for coming here?" Izlandi asked in reply, completely ignoring his question.
"I just spoke with Reyna, she told me that she branded you herself," Izlandi quickly added, "Why did you let her capture you?" she asked only to see Lirian smile grow larger.
"What makes you so certain that I could have beaten her or escaped from her?" Lirian asked her.
Izlandi paused as she contemplated an answer, but no matter how much she thought of it, she could only come to one answer, "It's just a gut feeling," she said honestly, in truth she had absolutely no idea how great Lirian's cultivation was, she only knew that when faced with him, she felt even more afraid than she was of her father, grandfather and uncle combined.
Lirian laughed gleefully, it was a laugh filled with giddiness, "You have a good gut," Lirian commented, "For being smart enough to believe that gut feeling I'll tell the truth about where Reyna really found me," Lirian said and proceeded to explain everything.
Lirian didn't leave out a detail, and he didn't simply start with when Reyna found him, he started his story from the moment he began attacking the caravans, the events that took him to Willcolly, he even told her about how he slaughtered all of the residents of Willcolly.
And finally he spoke of his meeting with Reyna and how she took him captive, and after days of fruitless interrogation deemed him to be useless, which resulted in him being sold as a slave.
"You're saying that there are no orcs, and all this upheaval was caused by you?" Izlandi asked with widened eyes, and her tone was extremely sceptical.
"Take a close look at my hair," Lirian said and pointed to his head.
Izlandi looked close at his black hair and followed it all the way to the root, at the bottom she could see that all the hairs looked very white with a slight shine to it.
As she looked closely her heart started to race as she vaguely made out the silver hue, "But that's… how…" she stumbled on her words, as she recalled the news speaking about an orc with silver hair, and she remembered Reyna's report about what happened to Willcolly and the massive forest fire that occurred.
Lirian had explained it all to her without holding back.
"But why?" Izlandi finally asked, "Why are you doing this, why are you telling me all of this?" she asked, but instead of fear there was something else in her voice, it was hope, for the first time she felt like Lirian might truly be able to help her escape her fate.
"I am merely following the will of the heavens," Lirian said in reply, "The heavens made me wait for Reyna, and Reyna brought me to you,"
"And now I will offer you my help, I will offer you a method to escape your fate, that is truly all there is to it whether you want to believe me or not," Lirian said simply, his words were a mixture of truth and white lies.
It was only due to him following his heavens chosen boon that he ended up staying in Willcolly until Reyna arrived with her squad.
Izlandi raised her brows, she was unable to tell if anything he said was true or not, but she doubted that he'd offer up any answers if she continued.
"Are going to go running back to your family and tell them that you have me in your clutches, who knows maybe your daddy will be impressed, and choose not to sell you to… what was his name again," Lirian snapped his fingers and playfully and said, "Tanicks, if what I've overheard in the last few days is correct then you have a month and a week until the deal is closed," Lirian said in a teasing tone.
Just the thought of what was to come put Izlandi in a fowl mood, there was no way that she would allow herself to become someone's concubine she'd rather die.
"It's not to late you know," Lirian said with a devilish smile, "If you want to you can walk away, declare me as the evil monster and be proclaimed as a hero, that is of course only possible if anyone believes you when you say that a blind cripple like myself is capable of such things,"
"If you take that part and the people believe you, I think that you know better than I do that you will still be sold by your father, where you will live a comfortable but albeit miserable life,"
"Or you can hand me those ingredients in your dress, and I'll offer you a different life, one that you could have never imagined possible," Lirian said enticingly.
Izlandi didn't know how Lirian knew where the ingredients were, but she was already used to his mysterious ways.
Izlandi felt like once she handed those ingredients over everything would be set in stone, it was a choice that she had to make for herself, but the more she thought about it the more she realised that there was no choice at all.
One part would have offered her a life she would not be able to bare while the other, offered her the unknown, but at least in the unknown she would get a second chance.
With that her decision was made, she reached into her dress and pulled out the rolled-up leather pouch and passed it to Lirian.
Lirian took it and quickly rolled it open, there were dozens of pouches filled with different plants, and Lirian pulled each one to his nose, taking a quick sniff of each ingredient, and confirming that they were the correct ingredients.
"Great, now all that I need is an airtight room with as little airflow as possible," Lirian said to Izlandi.
Izlandi eyed him with amusement, "This is a brothel," she said in an amused tone, "When I had it designed, I remember telling the masons that I want to capture the smell of sex inside this establishment," she said sarcastically.
Brothels were designed to have as much airflow as possible, if the smell of sex accumulates to much it would become off putting to a lot of people.
"What I'm making can't be exposed to oxygen once it reaches it's final phase, the more oxidation it experiences the weaker the products effect will be," Lirian snapped back, not caring for her snarky words.
"Tell me what are you going to make exactly?" she asked curiously.
"You'll know when I'm done," Lirian said firmly.
Izlandi sighed softly, "Very well there is one room on the top floor that's pretty isolated, it's not completely airtight but it should work," she said.
"Very well, but you'll get an inferior product," Lirian said expressionlessly, but internally he was sighing in relief, 'Good she has taken the bait it won't be long now before I get her to take me into a cultivation chamber,' from what he understood the cultivation chambers were airtight rooms, that blocked out all thing that entered it.
However it likely had a spell formation that filtered out the neural toxin in the breath of the world, and allowed just what was essential to permeate into the room.
Izlandi went down and order her servants to bring up all the alchemy tools, when everything was done she returned to Lirian and looked at him with an amused smile.
"The room is prepared," she said and looked at Lirian with a slightly teasing smile, "I wonder, how will you ever get there?" she asked dramatically.
"Shall you crawl on your hands, or will you somehow grow wings and fly," she said taking pleasure in her one chance to be snarky with Lirian, "Oh, wait perhaps you'll burn a hole through the wall with that glare you're giving me," she giggled cutely, "But wait that won't work, if you do that then there will be to much airflow," she sighed helplessly.
Lirian's face constantly contorted, with all sorts of emotions as he listened to the girl tease him, anger was one of the emotions, but most of all was shame, shame that he needed to be carried and the girl seemed intent on making him ask her to carry him.
"Hump," Lirian snorted expressionlessly, "I wish you good fortune as a concubine," he said turning his head away from her.
Izlandi's eyes widened and she rushed to Lirian's side without a second word, "I'll take you there immediately," she said apologetically and reached down to pick up Lirian but as she did she hesitated slightly.
"What's the matter?" Lirian asked, "If I wanted to kill you do you really think that I'd need you to come so close?" he asked with a cold laugh.
Izlandi sighed that wasn't the reason she hesitated to touch him, in fact the thought of Lirian harming her didn't even cross her mind, but she was glad for his misunderstanding.
She steeled and bent down to pick Lirian up in a princess carry, her eyes widened in surprise when she felt how light he was, and it was also the first time that she truly took notice of how small he was, for a man he was tiny, shorter than her by at least 2 inches.
With that she wordlessly took him to perform some alchemy.
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Izlandi returned to the brothel a short while after her conversation with Reyna, she hopped out of the carriage, and went in as several servants started to offload all the alchemy tools from the carriage.
She lifted her dress and went up the stairs with quick steps, she soon found herself in front of the door that led to Lirian.
She took a breath and pushed the door open, and as soon as she entered she saw Lirian he was completely still inside his cage, but as soon as she entered she saw a smile creep up on his face.
"Did you gather the ingredients?" Lirian asked.
"What are your intentions for coming here?" Izlandi asked in reply, completely ignoring his question.
"I just spoke with Reyna, she told me that she branded you herself," Izlandi quickly added, "Why did you let her capture you?" she asked only to see Lirian smile grow larger.
"What makes you so certain that I could have beaten her or escaped from her?" Lirian asked her.
Izlandi paused as she contemplated an answer, but no matter how much she thought of it, she could only come to one answer, "It's just a gut feeling," she said honestly, in truth she had absolutely no idea how great Lirian's cultivation was, she only knew that when faced with him, she felt even more afraid than she was of her father, grandfather and uncle combined.
Lirian laughed gleefully, it was a laugh filled with giddiness, "You have a good gut," Lirian commented, "For being smart enough to believe that gut feeling I'll tell the truth about where Reyna really found me," Lirian said and proceeded to explain everything.
Lirian didn't leave out a detail, and he didn't simply start with when Reyna found him, he started his story from the moment he began attacking the caravans, the events that took him to Willcolly, he even told her about how he slaughtered all of the residents of Willcolly.
And finally he spoke of his meeting with Reyna and how she took him captive, and after days of fruitless interrogation deemed him to be useless, which resulted in him being sold as a slave.
"You're saying that there are no orcs, and all this upheaval was caused by you?" Izlandi asked with widened eyes, and her tone was extremely sceptical.
"Take a close look at my hair," Lirian said and pointed to his head.
Izlandi looked close at his black hair and followed it all the way to the root, at the bottom she could see that all the hairs looked very white with a slight shine to it.
As she looked closely her heart started to race as she vaguely made out the silver hue, "But that's… how…" she stumbled on her words, as she recalled the news speaking about an orc with silver hair, and she remembered Reyna's report about what happened to Willcolly and the massive forest fire that occurred.
Lirian had explained it all to her without holding back.
"But why?" Izlandi finally asked, "Why are you doing this, why are you telling me all of this?" she asked, but instead of fear there was something else in her voice, it was hope, for the first time she felt like Lirian might truly be able to help her escape her fate.
"I am merely following the will of the heavens," Lirian said in reply, "The heavens made me wait for Reyna, and Reyna brought me to you,"
"And now I will offer you my help, I will offer you a method to escape your fate, that is truly all there is to it whether you want to believe me or not," Lirian said simply, his words were a mixture of truth and white lies.
It was only due to him following his heavens chosen boon that he ended up staying in Willcolly until Reyna arrived with her squad.
Izlandi raised her brows, she was unable to tell if anything he said was true or not, but she doubted that he'd offer up any answers if she continued.
"Are going to go running back to your family and tell them that you have me in your clutches, who knows maybe your daddy will be impressed, and choose not to sell you to… what was his name again," Lirian snapped his fingers and playfully and said, "Tanicks, if what I've overheard in the last few days is correct then you have a month and a week until the deal is closed," Lirian said in a teasing tone.
Just the thought of what was to come put Izlandi in a fowl mood, there was no way that she would allow herself to become someone's concubine she'd rather die.
"It's not to late you know," Lirian said with a devilish smile, "If you want to you can walk away, declare me as the evil monster and be proclaimed as a hero, that is of course only possible if anyone believes you when you say that a blind cripple like myself is capable of such things,"
"If you take that part and the people believe you, I think that you know better than I do that you will still be sold by your father, where you will live a comfortable but albeit miserable life,"
"Or you can hand me those ingredients in your dress, and I'll offer you a different life, one that you could have never imagined possible," Lirian said enticingly.
Izlandi didn't know how Lirian knew where the ingredients were, but she was already used to his mysterious ways.
Izlandi felt like once she handed those ingredients over everything would be set in stone, it was a choice that she had to make for herself, but the more she thought about it the more she realised that there was no choice at all.
One part would have offered her a life she would not be able to bare while the other, offered her the unknown, but at least in the unknown she would get a second chance.
With that her decision was made, she reached into her dress and pulled out the rolled-up leather pouch and passed it to Lirian.
Lirian took it and quickly rolled it open, there were dozens of pouches filled with different plants, and Lirian pulled each one to his nose, taking a quick sniff of each ingredient, and confirming that they were the correct ingredients.
"Great, now all that I need is an airtight room with as little airflow as possible," Lirian said to Izlandi.
Izlandi eyed him with amusement, "This is a brothel," she said in an amused tone, "When I had it designed, I remember telling the masons that I want to capture the smell of sex inside this establishment," she said sarcastically.
Brothels were designed to have as much airflow as possible, if the smell of sex accumulates to much it would become off putting to a lot of people.
"What I'm making can't be exposed to oxygen once it reaches it's final phase, the more oxidation it experiences the weaker the products effect will be," Lirian snapped back, not caring for her snarky words.
"Tell me what are you going to make exactly?" she asked curiously.
"You'll know when I'm done," Lirian said firmly.
Izlandi sighed softly, "Very well there is one room on the top floor that's pretty isolated, it's not completely airtight but it should work," she said.
"Very well, but you'll get an inferior product," Lirian said expressionlessly, but internally he was sighing in relief, 'Good she has taken the bait it won't be long now before I get her to take me into a cultivation chamber,' from what he understood the cultivation chambers were airtight rooms, that blocked out all thing that entered it.
However it likely had a spell formation that filtered out the neural toxin in the breath of the world, and allowed just what was essential to permeate into the room.
Izlandi went down and order her servants to bring up all the alchemy tools, when everything was done she returned to Lirian and looked at him with an amused smile.
"The room is prepared," she said and looked at Lirian with a slightly teasing smile, "I wonder, how will you ever get there?" she asked dramatically.
"Shall you crawl on your hands, or will you somehow grow wings and fly," she said taking pleasure in her one chance to be snarky with Lirian, "Oh, wait perhaps you'll burn a hole through the wall with that glare you're giving me," she giggled cutely, "But wait that won't work, if you do that then there will be to much airflow," she sighed helplessly.
Lirian's face constantly contorted, with all sorts of emotions as he listened to the girl tease him, anger was one of the emotions, but most of all was shame, shame that he needed to be carried and the girl seemed intent on making him ask her to carry him.
"Hump," Lirian snorted expressionlessly, "I wish you good fortune as a concubine," he said turning his head away from her.
Izlandi's eyes widened and she rushed to Lirian's side without a second word, "I'll take you there immediately," she said apologetically and reached down to pick up Lirian but as she did she hesitated slightly.
"What's the matter?" Lirian asked, "If I wanted to kill you do you really think that I'd need you to come so close?" he asked with a cold laugh.
Izlandi sighed that wasn't the reason she hesitated to touch him, in fact the thought of Lirian harming her didn't even cross her mind, but she was glad for his misunderstanding.
She steeled and bent down to pick Lirian up in a princess carry, her eyes widened in surprise when she felt how light he was, and it was also the first time that she truly took notice of how small he was, for a man he was tiny, shorter than her by at least 2 inches.
With that she wordlessly took him to perform some alchemy.
Izlandi returned to the brothel a short while after her conversation with Reyna, she hopped out of the carriage, and went in as several servants started to offload all the alchemy tools from the carriage.She lifted her dress and went up the stairs with quick steps, she soon found herself in front of the door that led to Lirian.She took a breath and pushed the door open, and as soon as she entered she saw Lirian he was completely still inside his cage, but as soon as she entered she saw a smile creep up on his face."Did you gather the ingredients?" Lirian asked."What are your intentions for coming here?" Izlandi asked in reply, completely ignoring his question."I just spoke with Reyna, she told me that she branded you herself," Izlandi quickly added, "Why did you let her capture you?" she asked only to see Lirian smile grow larger."What makes you so certain that I could have beaten her or escaped from her?" Lirian asked her.Izlandi paused as she contemplated an answer, but no matter how much she thought of it, she could only come to one answer, "It's just a gut feeling," she said honestly, in truth she had absolutely no idea how great Lirian's cultivation was, she only knew that when faced with him, she felt even more afraid than she was of her father, grandfather and uncle combined.Lirian laughed gleefully, it was a laugh filled with giddiness, "You have a good gut," Lirian commented, "For being smart enough to believe that gut feeling I'll tell the truth about where Reyna really found me," Lirian said and proceeded to explain everything.Lirian didn't leave out a detail, and he didn't simply start with when Reyna found him, he started his story from the moment he began attacking the caravans, the events that took him to Willcolly, he even told her about how he slaughtered all of the residents of Willcolly.And finally he spoke of his meeting with Reyna and how she took him captive, and after days of fruitless interrogation deemed him to be useless, which resulted in him being sold as a slave."You're saying that there are no orcs, and all this upheaval was caused by you?" Izlandi asked with widened eyes, and her tone was extremely sceptical."Take a close look at my hair," Lirian said and pointed to his head.Izlandi looked close at his black hair and followed it all the way to the root, at the bottom she could see that all the hairs looked very white with a slight shine to it.As she looked closely her heart started to race as she vaguely made out the silver hue, "But that's how" she stumbled on her words, as she recalled the news speaking about an orc with silver hair, and she remembered Reyna's report about what happened to Willcolly and the massive forest fire that occurred.Lirian had explained it all to her without holding back."But why?" Izlandi finally asked, "Why are you doing this, why are you telling me all of this?" she asked, but instead of fear there was something else in her voice, it was hope, for the first time she felt like Lirian might truly be able to help her escape her fate."I am merely following the will of the heavens," Lirian said in reply, "The heavens made me wait for Reyna, and Reyna brought me to you,""And now I will offer you my help, I will offer you a method to escape your fate, that is truly all there is to it whether you want to believe me or not," Lirian said simply, his words were a mixture of truth and white lies.It was only due to him following his heavens chosen boon that he ended up staying in Willcolly until Reyna arrived with her squad.Izlandi raised her brows, she was unable to tell if anything he said was true or not, but she doubted that he'd offer up any answers if she continued."Are going to go running back to your family and tell them that you have me in your clutches, who knows maybe your daddy will be impressed, and choose not to sell you to what was his name again," Lirian snapped his fingers and playfully and said, "Tanicks, if what I've overheard in the last few days is correct then you have a month and a week until the deal is closed," Lirian said in a teasing tone.Just the thought of what was to come put Izlandi in a fowl mood, there was no way that she would allow herself to become someone's concubine she'd rather die."It's not to late you know," Lirian said with a devilish smile, "If you want to you can walk away, declare me as the evil monster and be proclaimed as a hero, that is of course only possible if anyone believes you when you say that a blind cripple like myself is capable of such things,""If you take that part and the people believe you, I think that you know better than I do that you will still be sold by your father, where you will live a comfortable but albeit miserable life,""Or you can hand me those ingredients in your dress, and I'll offer you a different life, one that you could have never imagined possible," Lirian said enticingly.Izlandi didn't know how Lirian knew where the ingredients were, but she was already used to his mysterious ways.Izlandi felt like once she handed those ingredients over everything would be set in stone, it was a choice that she had to make for herself, but the more she thought about it the more she realised that there was no choice at all.One part would have offered her a life she would not be able to bare while the other, offered her the unknown, but at least in the unknown she would get a second chance.With that her decision was made, she reached into her dress and pulled out the rolled-up leather pouch and passed it to Lirian.Lirian took it and quickly rolled it open, there were dozens of pouches filled with different plants, and Lirian pulled each one to his nose, taking a quick sniff of each ingredient, and confirming that they were the correct ingredients."Great, now all that I need is an airtight room with as little airflow as possible," Lirian said to Izlandi.Izlandi eyed him with amusement, "This is a brothel," she said in an amused tone, "When I had it designed, I remember telling the masons that I want to capture the smell of sex inside this establishment," she said sarcastically.Brothels were designed to have as much airflow as possible, if the smell of sex accumulates to much it would become off putting to a lot of people."What I'm making can't be exposed to oxygen once it reaches it's final phase, the more oxidation it experiences the weaker the products effect will be," Lirian snapped back, not caring for her snarky words."Tell me what are you going to make exactly?" she asked curiously."You'll know when I'm done," Lirian said firmly.Izlandi sighed softly, "Very well there is one room on the top floor that's pretty isolated, it's not completely airtight but it should work," she said."Very well, but you'll get an inferior product," Lirian said expressionlessly, but internally he was sighing in relief, 'Good she has taken the bait it won't be long now before I get her to take me into a cultivation chamber,' from what he understood the cultivation chambers were airtight rooms, that blocked out all thing that entered it.However it likely had a spell formation that filtered out the neural toxin in the breath of the world, and allowed just what was essential to permeate into the room.Izlandi went down and order her servants to bring up all the alchemy tools, when everything was done she returned to Lirian and looked at him with an amused smile."The room is prepared," she said and looked at Lirian with a slightly teasing smile, "I wonder, how will you ever get there?" she asked dramatically."Shall you crawl on your hands, or will you somehow grow wings and fly," she said taking pleasure in her one chance to be snarky with Lirian, "Oh, wait perhaps you'll burn a hole through the wall with that glare you're giving me," she giggled cutely, "But wait that won't work, if you do that then there will be to much airflow," she sighed helplessly.Lirian's face constantly contorted, with all sorts of emotions as he listened to the girl tease him, anger was one of the emotions, but most of all was shame, shame that he needed to be carried and the girl seemed intent on making him ask her to carry him."Hump," Lirian snorted expressionlessly, "I wish you good fortune as a concubine," he said turning his head away from her.Izlandi's eyes widened and she rushed to Lirian's side without a second word, "I'll take you there immediately," she said apologetically and reached down to pick up Lirian but as she did she hesitated slightly."What's the matter?" Lirian asked, "If I wanted to kill you do you really think that I'd need you to come so close?" he asked with a cold laugh.Izlandi sighed that wasn't the reason she hesitated to touch him, in fact the thought of Lirian harming her didn't even cross her mind, but she was glad for his misunderstanding.She steeled and bent down to pick Lirian up in a princess carry, her eyes widened in surprise when she felt how light he was, and it was also the first time that she truly took notice of how small he was, for a man he was tiny, shorter than her by at least 2 inches.With that she wordlessly took him to perform some alchemy.
