272 One mans work (2/2)

”That's it? No money?”

”They have their usual monthly pay.”

Remian clamped his mouth shut before he started on the topic of the world being unfair.

But the Xue girls were ready for a fight and just waiting to hear him complain before they unleashed a barrage of criticism on him.

”Fine.” Remian turned and walked away before anyone could say anything more.

As he left, he picked out the thoughts of Big Li and learned where she sold the vinetrap cores.

[This time, I'm going to do it alone!]

***

At that time Tim was walking into a volcano alone. He left everyone outside, mice and men alike, and entered the new lair of Khar'al-dras with nothing but a loaded cart.

During this trip, Tim was wearing some odd-looking robes, sand-colored but reinforced and padded with leather, and an emblem of a dragon wing on each shoulder pad.

Going right up to Khar'al-dras, he unloaded the cart, taking down a few roasted boars and barrels of wine. He opened the barrels, then went up to the Great Dragon and said softly, ”Sior Kri Zaun, Khar'al-dras.”

One huge draconic eye opened and glared at Tim.

”Your breakfast.” Tim gestured behind him.

”Oh? A proper awakening, this time? You even remembered to bring my breakfast.” Khar'al-dras paused. ”You're not Draconian. You dress like one, and you follow the proper procedure, but you do not smell like one.”

”Does it matter? I guarantee the food is good.” Tim shrugged. ”I'd swear on the sands and your own name, but we both know you'd eat me if you're dissatisfied regardless of whether I swear or not.”

”True.” Khar'al-dras rumbled, and the whole volcano rumbled with him. ”So tell me, what is it that demands my attention so greatly? You did not come here just to bring me a meager breakfast.”

”We're being invaded by Spectres.” Tim said outright.

”Spectres?! Didn't we mostly seal the Rift?”

”It's been breached.”

”What's the strongest Spectre that came through so far? How long have they been coming through?”

”Tier 8. It has been over a week.”

”Mmm.” Khar'al-dras mused. ”Then it is not entirely breached. If it has been more than a week already, surely a Tier 9 would have entered if it could.”

”Tier 9…?!” Tim gaped. ”Is there even such a thing?”

Khar'al-dras barked a laugh. ”Even in this world there's a reason why Ti'ela doesn't dare enter the Deepest of the Deep. There is a reason why Zor'khan's domain will not spread to the west, nor mine to the east. But you, of all species, shouldn't be asking one of my kind about that.”

”Humans? You're saying there are humans who are Tier 9?!” Tim gaped.

”Not exactly human.” Khar'al-dras shook himself and stared outwards in a dignified manner. ”No matter. They are not here, and they have no obligation to help you in this. The Spectres are the burden of the Wildlands, and to some extent, the Endless Desert. It is ours to handle.”

Tim muttered under his breath. ”Why do you sound as though you're eagerly hoarding away your favorite toy so that others can't play with it?”

”Did you say something?” Khar'al-dras turned to him.

”Nothing!” Tim said immediately.

”Very well. Wait for me outside. I will dine, and then we will go to war.” Khar'al-dras said solemnly.

”Sure.” Tim hurriedly left the cave.

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As he left, he heard an excited roar behind him.

”A fight! Hahahahaha! At last!! I've been so bored!!”