Chapter 351: Seamless Communication (2/2)

”A slave, a gardener, a kidnapper, a Seika, a Lorius, and a Lord,” Gala said with a smile. ”I can understand their sentiment. They want to see for themselves the man who beheaded a noble and got away with it.”

”They will be disappointed then.” Arthur shrugged. ”I'm quite normal.” He tapped his fingers on the table as everyone looked at each other.

”Yeah, normal.” Gala held back a laugh.

”Ableism isn't tolerated here.” Arthur frowned. But Gala simply shook her hand.

”Don't worry, Seika, the last thing someone notices would be your missing arm. They would be too intimidated by your eyes.”

”When is the architect coming?” Arthur ignored her teasing and turned to Ma, who hurried to read the parchment, almost dropping it. 'Wait, is he scared?' Arthur blinked.

”The architect is coming today in the afternoon.”

”That's fast.” Arthur was surprised. ”Clear out a house for him, and let a few workers decorate it. Take some of the furniture from the storage room.”

”Are you sure he would agree?”

”He's coming all this way, of course, he will. If things go wrong, I'll just kidnap him.” Arthur joked, but the rest of them nodded thoughtfully. ”...” He was speechless.

***

Arthur walked through the camp and reached the smithies that the blacksmiths were building. Workers were moving about as Arthur watched the smithy get built brick by brick.

”Lord Seika?”

A feminine voice inquired. Arthur turned to see that a young woman with a ponytail was standing a few meters away. He interviewed her before. She was a blacksmith apprentice.

”You are, Rosa?” Arthur nodded. The young woman's face was surprised as her head bobbed up and down.

”Yes! I'm honored that you still remember my name, My Lord.” She said with a grateful expression. Arthur couldn't understand how he would forget a name with his stats, but he didn't say anything.

”Is something wrong?” Arthur asked with puzzlement. ”Oh, is this your smithy?”

”That's right, but I wanted to talk to you about something else.” Rosa breathed in and out. ”I want to suggest a way to procure the ores for our smithies. I know that we brought along enough to get us started, but a long-term solution is necessary.”

”Go on?” Arthur was intrigued. He did have plans to procure ores from the mountain range, but he still liked the idea of people suggesting.

”My ability is seamless communication. It's useless in most cases, as we don't have a lot of foreigners because of the war, but...”

”Wait, does that communication work one-way or two-way?” Arthur was surprised. ”I mean, can you only understand others or communicate both ways.”

”Ah, it's a passive and active ability.” Rosa was startled but answered. ”Passively, I can understand others. But by using mana, I can communicate with others.”

”You're hired!” Arthur gave her a thumbs up, but Rosa was confused.

”Hired? I didn't suggest my idea yet.” Rosa was confused.

”Oh, right, continue.” Arthur coughed.

”I want to talk to the Ogres tribe to mine for the city,” Rosa said, and Arthur tilted his head in confusion.

”You can talk to other species? Uncivilized and unintelligent ones?” Arthur asked, and Rosa nodded. ”Holy shit. I understand, but can you even convince them?”

”Well, faced with extermination, I think they would agree,” Rosa said with a smile. As he heard her words, Arthur liked her even more.

”You'll be my secretary and the Auction House's announcer. Is that alright? We'll also go along with your idea.” Arthur said, and before she could reply, they heard a screech from the sky.

The two of them looked upward and found a giant bird flapping its wings toward their camp. As Arthur squinted his eyes, he could see that there was someone on top of the bird.

”GREETINGS!!!”

A roar shook the sky, and its origin was the person standing on top of the bird. Carrying a large backpack, a man stood with his hands on his hips on top of the giant bird.

”Who is that?” Rosa muttered with shock.

”Well, I think it's the person that is going to outline our city,” Arthur answered with a blank face. ”I can only say that he looks... unique.” Even though he said that, he knew it was an understatement.