Chapter 1255 (1/2)
Several hours later with the light of dawn filtering through the window shades, Randidly scratched his jaw. “What do you mean, there’s one small problem with the new housing project? The hard part is done. We are just selling real estate now.”
While most of the rest of the population of Kharon was taking a rest day after the party, Tatiana and Randidly were standing in Tatiana’s office, working as they had been for almost a week. Both of them had too high physical Stats to have anything like a hangover. But even more than that, both were people that threw themselves even more seriously into work after taking some time to rest.
Probably why we are always developing a headache, Randidly through as he rubbed his temples and looked at the mayor of Kharon.
Tatiana shrugged helplessly, but Randidly could tell from the mischievous light in her eyes that she was not actually as upset as she would have him think. “No one has purchased the first few tracts of land you’ve created. So what can I do? If no one wants them, it is very hard indeed to sell real estate.”
Randidly shook his head. The tracts in question were the first of a series of larger platforms that Randidly had engraved with the runes that would allow the moss spirits to grip the land. After the success of using the moss spirits as a part of commerce, Randidly had moved forward his plans and turned to the real motivation for the Engraving experiment: he wanted to move some of the rising population to floating islands that would follow along behind Kharon like a supernatural tail.
He had believed it would be quickly adopted because Tatiana had made sure he was aware that real estate prices in Kharon were currently spiking swiftly upward. After all, Kharon’s land area was fixed. Without new lands for the rich upper class of Kharon to buy, their growing appetite would steadily price out the average workers in the area. Which would incite a whole host of social problems that would distract from the true purpose of Kharon.
Which was why it had become a thorny enough problem that Randidly had created a plan to deal with it.
So floating islands that could be used as compounds for the elites had seemed like the perfect answer. After all, who wouldn’t want to own their own floating island and show off to their friends? It would devour some of the significant capital of the 1% of Kharon while also making Kharon appear even more fantastical as they returned to the Zones.
Sighing, Randidly said, “Tatiana, what’s the real problem? I don’t believe for a second that people are really unwilling to buy these islands. Is it the prices?”
Randidly had created three platforms for the first batch. Each was about a half-mile in diameter, leaving plenty of room for construction. Randidly had even carefully selected relatively scenic pieces of ground that Kharon walked past and scooped them out of the ground directly with Absolute Grasp of Yggdrasil. One of them even had a lake that was teaming with fish. So he had set the prices commensurately high.
Tatiana chuckled. “You’re right, its not that they aren’t willing to buy… but they believe it’s inappropriate.”
“What? Why?” Randidly asked in frustration.
Tatiana gave Randidly an amused look. “Because the first floating house obviously has to be yours, you idiot.”
*****
Obyrn Myyr sat and faced the entrance of the Ogre Gorge, now flanked on either side by tall walls and armed security towers. Twelve ogres were in each tower, six watching the gorge, two watching the surrounding area, and four resting. Periodically, the captains of the guard would stage mock attacks to make sure that the ogre’s vigilance did not waver. And as the ogres were a naturally patient people when not gripped by bloodlust, Obyrn was confident that any antagonistic force would be discovered.
As such, it was an extremely effective choke point. No matter how powerful the opponent was, it would be difficult for them to force their way through the rather tight passageway and assault the defensive fortifications effectively. And it would lead them down a thin path where the ogre mage’s significant firepower could be concentrated.
Rather than an army, what Obyrn feared most of all was one supremely powerful individual that could blast through the defenses and create an opening for an army behind him to march forward. Which was exactly what group from Nordawn, the ancestral home of the Ogres, possessed in their leader. Which was why Obyrn had been camped out by the entrance for the last week, hoping to be there instantly if something went wrong.
Yet the army from Nordawn had paused a half day’s journey outside the portal. And now they waited. So Obyrn waited in turn. And while he waited, he once more felt the heavy pressure of the same decision that had plagued him and most other ogres for their entire lives.
“What’s up Obby? You’re all frowny.”
Obyrn smiled wryly and turned to find the figure of Delilah. The small child hung from a nearby tree like a bat, her legs wrapped around a tree branch while her torso swung freely. Her growing hair drifted in the wind. “Delilah, you know you are not supposed to come near the entrance to the Ogre Gorge.”
Delilah made a face. “But you are here! Nothing will happen.” She dropped to the rocky scrubland, scurried across the intervening ground, then scuttled up Obyrn’s arms and back like a beetle. “Well, maybe you will have gas. Ogre gas is very dangerous, but daddy-”