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Chapter 104: Formatting
Chapter 104. A Small Beast
Time trickled by slowly yet steadily.
In the winter dawn with the crescent moon still out, Ian breathed out puffs of air surveying the lined up carriages. Perhaps because it was snowing, the weather was severely cold.
Brrr, of all days to go when its this cold.
They say it gets warmer the more central you go so that works out.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via noovelllbbin
Wheels rollin! Rock there in front!
Good morning Sir Ian, and seasons greetings.
Iaaan! I wanna take this too!
Master Beric, stop bothering Leave it be!
Nooo, I dont wanna!
While less than ten people were departing the territory, nearly tens of people were preparing for itestate servants as well as residents who came to see his face one last time.
Lord Ian, check again nothings missing please. Last call, the coachman says theyll depart soon.
At Hannahs words, Ian looked over the luggage carriage. Luron magic stone chunks, the Dripper machine from Lady Lien, the jeweled box holding the alchemists necklace and ring, identification papers, and so on. He brought more than expected for coming empty-handed.
Im fine. And Beric?
Me too, all good!
Beric showed off the one sword he held. Aside from the shabby clothes, that lone item was all he was taking along apparently. Ian chuckled as if it was most impressive.
Then the rest must be Sir Romandros stuff.
Nothing I can do when the men coming along total five! Ahaha!
At Hannahs remark, Romandro guffawed a response. Ecstatic to be returning home. After checking the carriages, Ian looked for Nersarn.
Sir Nersarn. I shall get going.
May fortune smile upon you and guard yourself well on the journey.
As Ian gained his title and played a bigger role at court, the Tenrey allied to him would likewise gain standing. Despite weighing gains and losses, his encouragement seemed genuinely caring.
Demosha.
Demosha.
Under divine blessings, they grasped hands shaking firmly. Ian slowly bid the estate servants farewell too.
You have all worked hard. Thank you.
Kind sir, what hardship are you referring to?
Travel safely. Dont worry about things here.
The imperial palace! Make sure to tell us all about it when you return!
With the kid gone the food bill will fall for now! Haha!
The servants clustered around Ian bidding sad farewells. Ian patted each ones shoulder parting,
Look after the estate well in my stead. I hope you endure the winter well with Hannah here leading you all.
The head servantHannah.
Understanding, the servants sighed and Hana grinned, her cheeks flushing. Looking happy yet embarrassed.
Lord Ian. I will protect the estate! Entrust the estate to me. Ill devote my all!
Dont overexert yourself. Still, Im grateful for those words.
She wasnt the perfect head servant yet but had ample room to grow. And with Nersarn and Romandros mens aid, there was no cause for concern.
Shall we set off then?
Ian signaled the coachmen to prepare for departure. Philea who had stood stiffly came over, embracing her son. Ian hugged her saying gently,
Mother. Take care and live wherever you desire, be it the estate or elsewhere.
With tears falling, Philea bit her trembling lips. Even if it was their last meeting, Ian wished only to leave her with the brightest smile.
Lets embark on our journey!
Embaaark!
Off we go for the month!
Clack!
Ian boarded the carriage, waving out the window. Beric and Romandro in the one ahead did the same. Their lead carriage left the estate first.
Goodbye!
Travel safely!
Lord Iaaan!
Hearing the estate folks calls, Beric pouted indignantly from the window.
The coachman grinned yanking the reins harder. As their pace quickened slightly, Beric flashed a thumbs up conveying thanks.
Clip clop clip clop!
Who knows for how long the rhythmic hoofbeats continuedBeric dozed off, cheek plastered against the window while Romandro scribbled gift messages on slips of paper. Ian amused himself watching them, killing time.
Neigh!
Lord Ian!
Hm? Whats the matter?
At the coachmans call, Ian opened the window.
From the forest we left this morning between there and Carrena, is there another village?
A village? One moment please. Sir Romandro, may I borrow the map?
Ah yes, take the large one.
Mmgh! Why, weve arrived already?
Wiping his drool, Beric sat up as the trotting horses began walking. Unreservedly he leaned his torso out the round window.
Were heeere!
As if excited spotting the village, Beric rapped the carriage ceiling. But checking the map, Ian and Romandro could only exchange puzzled looks.
Strange, there arent any villages nearby.
When was that map made?
Last year. Referred to it when heading down so there shouldnt be any inaccuracies.
Try as they might on the map, their location was smack in the middle of a forest. Beric impatiently beckoned the coachman to just go.
Whats the difference between Carrena or here if we can just take a hot bath either way? Lets check it out!
No can do Beric, dont act up.
Aw cmon, why?!
Beric clambered down from the window rounding on Ian. His expression seemed to ask for permission but Ian stood firm, Romandro also rather against it.
Dont you know what an unmarked village on the imperial map means? Clearly its an unregistered community. Plus theres word of thieves emerging nearby.
High probability. Very high.
Likely a den of thief gangs. Better judgment said to withdraw than get tangled in pointless hassles. Ian pulled Beric to sit, ordering the coachman.
Turn the horses around this instant and head back. Tell the rear to exit one by one.
Ah yes, understood.
Hey back there! Last one, turn and exit first!
We passed an intersection 30 minutes ago right? Gotta go back to there. Shouldve gone right, not left.
Turning, slowly turn!
Ian, Romandro, and Beric alighted, helping maneuver the procession. The narrow mountain path made it quite an arduous task turning the carriages one by one.
Brr, ah its cold.
Whether sniffling from the cold or regret, Beric kept sneaking glimpses back at the village, listlessly scuffing his feet.
Its freeezing!
Beric, pipe down would you.
Sir Ian, well have to detach and rotate the carriages separately from the horses to make space here.
Trying to organize ten orderly carriages was pure chaos. Everyone moved in smooth coordination while Beric sulked, eyes roving around before slyly heading down the sloped path since they stopped anywaymay as well use the chance to relieve himself.
Rustle.
That moment, he heard leaves crunch behind him. Though he looked back expecting a rabbit or such, nothing was visible. Beric blinked peering all around at the entirely white terrain blanketed in snow.
Then in that instant.
Woof!
From the bushes, a white dog appeared with a boom. Meeting its calm gaze, the mutt eyed Beric right back. Black pupils and nose, with a pink tongue
No doubt just a random mixed breed.
The hell?
Woof!
What the
Did it belong to the village folks over there? Beric briefly considered what to do but decided to ignore it, turning away. He had more pressing business.
-Pssst.
??
Flapping his ears puzzled, Beric incredulously surveyed his surroundings. The only living thing was this damn pup
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Chapter 104: Formatting
Chapter 104. A Small Beast
Time trickled by slowly yet steadily.
In the winter dawn with the crescent moon still out, Ian breathed out puffs of air surveying the lined up carriages. Perhaps because it was snowing, the weather was severely cold.
Brrr, of all days to go when its this cold.
They say it gets warmer the more central you go so that works out.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via noovelllbbin
Wheels rollin! Rock there in front!
Good morning Sir Ian, and seasons greetings.
Iaaan! I wanna take this too!
Master Beric, stop bothering Leave it be!
Nooo, I dont wanna!
While less than ten people were departing the territory, nearly tens of people were preparing for itestate servants as well as residents who came to see his face one last time.
Lord Ian, check again nothings missing please. Last call, the coachman says theyll depart soon.
At Hannahs words, Ian looked over the luggage carriage. Luron magic stone chunks, the Dripper machine from Lady Lien, the jeweled box holding the alchemists necklace and ring, identification papers, and so on. He brought more than expected for coming empty-handed.
Im fine. And Beric?
Me too, all good!
Beric showed off the one sword he held. Aside from the shabby clothes, that lone item was all he was taking along apparently. Ian chuckled as if it was most impressive.
Then the rest must be Sir Romandros stuff.
Nothing I can do when the men coming along total five! Ahaha!
At Hannahs remark, Romandro guffawed a response. Ecstatic to be returning home. After checking the carriages, Ian looked for Nersarn.
Sir Nersarn. I shall get going.
May fortune smile upon you and guard yourself well on the journey.
As Ian gained his title and played a bigger role at court, the Tenrey allied to him would likewise gain standing. Despite weighing gains and losses, his encouragement seemed genuinely caring.
Demosha.
Demosha.
Under divine blessings, they grasped hands shaking firmly. Ian slowly bid the estate servants farewell too.
You have all worked hard. Thank you.
Kind sir, what hardship are you referring to?
Travel safely. Dont worry about things here.
The imperial palace! Make sure to tell us all about it when you return!
With the kid gone the food bill will fall for now! Haha!
The servants clustered around Ian bidding sad farewells. Ian patted each ones shoulder parting,
Look after the estate well in my stead. I hope you endure the winter well with Hannah here leading you all.
The head servantHannah.
Understanding, the servants sighed and Hana grinned, her cheeks flushing. Looking happy yet embarrassed.
Lord Ian. I will protect the estate! Entrust the estate to me. Ill devote my all!
Dont overexert yourself. Still, Im grateful for those words.
She wasnt the perfect head servant yet but had ample room to grow. And with Nersarn and Romandros mens aid, there was no cause for concern.
Shall we set off then?
Ian signaled the coachmen to prepare for departure. Philea who had stood stiffly came over, embracing her son. Ian hugged her saying gently,
Mother. Take care and live wherever you desire, be it the estate or elsewhere.
With tears falling, Philea bit her trembling lips. Even if it was their last meeting, Ian wished only to leave her with the brightest smile.
Lets embark on our journey!
Embaaark!
Off we go for the month!
Clack!
Ian boarded the carriage, waving out the window. Beric and Romandro in the one ahead did the same. Their lead carriage left the estate first.
Goodbye!
Travel safely!
Lord Iaaan!
Hearing the estate folks calls, Beric pouted indignantly from the window.
The coachman grinned yanking the reins harder. As their pace quickened slightly, Beric flashed a thumbs up conveying thanks.
Clip clop clip clop!
Who knows for how long the rhythmic hoofbeats continuedBeric dozed off, cheek plastered against the window while Romandro scribbled gift messages on slips of paper. Ian amused himself watching them, killing time.
Neigh!
Lord Ian!
Hm? Whats the matter?
At the coachmans call, Ian opened the window.
From the forest we left this morning between there and Carrena, is there another village?
A village? One moment please. Sir Romandro, may I borrow the map?
Ah yes, take the large one.
Mmgh! Why, weve arrived already?
Wiping his drool, Beric sat up as the trotting horses began walking. Unreservedly he leaned his torso out the round window.
Were heeere!
As if excited spotting the village, Beric rapped the carriage ceiling. But checking the map, Ian and Romandro could only exchange puzzled looks.
Strange, there arent any villages nearby.
When was that map made?
Last year. Referred to it when heading down so there shouldnt be any inaccuracies.
Try as they might on the map, their location was smack in the middle of a forest. Beric impatiently beckoned the coachman to just go.
Whats the difference between Carrena or here if we can just take a hot bath either way? Lets check it out!
No can do Beric, dont act up.
Aw cmon, why?!
Beric clambered down from the window rounding on Ian. His expression seemed to ask for permission but Ian stood firm, Romandro also rather against it.
Dont you know what an unmarked village on the imperial map means? Clearly its an unregistered community. Plus theres word of thieves emerging nearby.
High probability. Very high.
Likely a den of thief gangs. Better judgment said to withdraw than get tangled in pointless hassles. Ian pulled Beric to sit, ordering the coachman.
Turn the horses around this instant and head back. Tell the rear to exit one by one.
Ah yes, understood.
Hey back there! Last one, turn and exit first!
We passed an intersection 30 minutes ago right? Gotta go back to there. Shouldve gone right, not left.
Turning, slowly turn!
Ian, Romandro, and Beric alighted, helping maneuver the procession. The narrow mountain path made it quite an arduous task turning the carriages one by one.
Brr, ah its cold.
Whether sniffling from the cold or regret, Beric kept sneaking glimpses back at the village, listlessly scuffing his feet.
Its freeezing!
Beric, pipe down would you.
Sir Ian, well have to detach and rotate the carriages separately from the horses to make space here.
Trying to organize ten orderly carriages was pure chaos. Everyone moved in smooth coordination while Beric sulked, eyes roving around before slyly heading down the sloped path since they stopped anywaymay as well use the chance to relieve himself.
Rustle.
That moment, he heard leaves crunch behind him. Though he looked back expecting a rabbit or such, nothing was visible. Beric blinked peering all around at the entirely white terrain blanketed in snow.
Then in that instant.
Woof!
From the bushes, a white dog appeared with a boom. Meeting its calm gaze, the mutt eyed Beric right back. Black pupils and nose, with a pink tongue
No doubt just a random mixed breed.
The hell?
Woof!
What the
Did it belong to the village folks over there? Beric briefly considered what to do but decided to ignore it, turning away. He had more pressing business.
-Pssst.
??
Flapping his ears puzzled, Beric incredulously surveyed his surroundings. The only living thing was this damn pup
Chapter 104: FormattingChapter 104. A Small Beast Time trickled by slowly yet steadily. In the winter dawn with the crescent moon still out, Ian breathed out puffs of air surveying the lined up carriages. Perhaps because it was snowing, the weather was severely cold.Brrr, of all days to go when its this cold. They say it gets warmer the more central you go so that works out.The initial posting of this chapter occurred via noovelllbbinWheels rollin! Rock there in front! Good morning Sir Ian, and seasons greetings.Iaaan! I wanna take this too! Master Beric, stop bothering Leave it be!Nooo, I dont wanna!While less than ten people were departing the territory, nearly tens of people were preparing for itestate servants as well as residents who came to see his face one last time. Lord Ian, check again nothings missing please. Last call, the coachman says theyll depart soon. At Hannahs words, Ian looked over the luggage carriage. Luron magic stone chunks, the Dripper machine from Lady Lien, the jeweled box holding the alchemists necklace and ring, identification papers, and so on. He brought more than expected for coming empty-handed.Im fine. And Beric? Me too, all good! Beric showed off the one sword he held. Aside from the shabby clothes, that lone item was all he was taking along apparently. Ian chuckled as if it was most impressive. Then the rest must be Sir Romandros stuff. Nothing I can do when the men coming along total five! Ahaha! At Hannahs remark, Romandro guffawed a response. Ecstatic to be returning home. After checking the carriages, Ian looked for Nersarn. Sir Nersarn. I shall get going. May fortune smile upon you and guard yourself well on the journey.As Ian gained his title and played a bigger role at court, the Tenrey allied to him would likewise gain standing. Despite weighing gains and losses, his encouragement seemed genuinely caring. Demosha. Demosha. Under divine blessings, they grasped hands shaking firmly. Ian slowly bid the estate servants farewell too. You have all worked hard. Thank you.Kind sir, what hardship are you referring to? Travel safely. Dont worry about things here. The imperial palace! Make sure to tell us all about it when you return!With the kid gone the food bill will fall for now! Haha!The servants clustered around Ian bidding sad farewells. Ian patted each ones shoulder parting, Look after the estate well in my stead. I hope you endure the winter well with Hannah here leading you all.The head servantHannah. Understanding, the servants sighed and Hana grinned, her cheeks flushing. Looking happy yet embarrassed. Lord Ian. I will protect the estate! Entrust the estate to me. Ill devote my all!Dont overexert yourself. Still, Im grateful for those words. She wasnt the perfect head servant yet but had ample room to grow. And with Nersarn and Romandros mens aid, there was no cause for concern. Shall we set off then? Ian signaled the coachmen to prepare for departure. Philea who had stood stiffly came over, embracing her son. Ian hugged her saying gently, Mother. Take care and live wherever you desire, be it the estate or elsewhere.With tears falling, Philea bit her trembling lips. Even if it was their last meeting, Ian wished only to leave her with the brightest smile. Lets embark on our journey! Embaaark! Off we go for the month! Clack!Ian boarded the carriage, waving out the window. Beric and Romandro in the one ahead did the same. Their lead carriage left the estate first. Goodbye! Travel safely!Lord Iaaan! Hearing the estate folks calls, Beric pouted indignantly from the window. The coachman grinned yanking the reins harder. As their pace quickened slightly, Beric flashed a thumbs up conveying thanks. Clip clop clip clop! Who knows for how long the rhythmic hoofbeats continuedBeric dozed off, cheek plastered against the window while Romandro scribbled gift messages on slips of paper. Ian amused himself watching them, killing time. Neigh! Lord Ian! Hm? Whats the matter?At the coachmans call, Ian opened the window. From the forest we left this morning between there and Carrena, is there another village?A village? One moment please. Sir Romandro, may I borrow the map?Ah yes, take the large one. Mmgh! Why, weve arrived already? Wiping his drool, Beric sat up as the trotting horses began walking. Unreservedly he leaned his torso out the round window. Were heeere!As if excited spotting the village, Beric rapped the carriage ceiling. But checking the map, Ian and Romandro could only exchange puzzled looks. Strange, there arent any villages nearby. When was that map made? Last year. Referred to it when heading down so there shouldnt be any inaccuracies.Try as they might on the map, their location was smack in the middle of a forest. Beric impatiently beckoned the coachman to just go. Whats the difference between Carrena or here if we can just take a hot bath either way? Lets check it out!No can do Beric, dont act up. Aw cmon, why?!Beric clambered down from the window rounding on Ian. His expression seemed to ask for permission but Ian stood firm, Romandro also rather against it. Dont you know what an unmarked village on the imperial map means? Clearly its an unregistered community. Plus theres word of thieves emerging nearby. High probability. Very high.Likely a den of thief gangs. Better judgment said to withdraw than get tangled in pointless hassles. Ian pulled Beric to sit, ordering the coachman. Turn the horses around this instant and head back. Tell the rear to exit one by one.Ah yes, understood. Hey back there! Last one, turn and exit first! We passed an intersection 30 minutes ago right? Gotta go back to there. Shouldve gone right, not left.Turning, slowly turn!Ian, Romandro, and Beric alighted, helping maneuver the procession. The narrow mountain path made it quite an arduous task turning the carriages one by one. Brr, ah its cold. Whether sniffling from the cold or regret, Beric kept sneaking glimpses back at the village, listlessly scuffing his feet.Its freeezing!Beric, pipe down would you. Sir Ian, well have to detach and rotate the carriages separately from the horses to make space here.Trying to organize ten orderly carriages was pure chaos. Everyone moved in smooth coordination while Beric sulked, eyes roving around before slyly heading down the sloped path since they stopped anywaymay as well use the chance to relieve himself. Rustle. That moment, he heard leaves crunch behind him. Though he looked back expecting a rabbit or such, nothing was visible. Beric blinked peering all around at the entirely white terrain blanketed in snow. Then in that instant. Woof! From the bushes, a white dog appeared with a boom. Meeting its calm gaze, the mutt eyed Beric right back. Black pupils and nose, with a pink tongueNo doubt just a random mixed breed. The hell?Woof!What theDid it belong to the village folks over there? Beric briefly considered what to do but decided to ignore it, turning away. He had more pressing business. -Pssst. ??Flapping his ears puzzled, Beric incredulously surveyed his surroundings. The only living thing was this damn pup
