Chapter 678: True Demonlord [9] (1/2)
Keep your head down and move along. The world is a cruel place, the first to fall are those who stand out, and the ones who do stand out, have a chance of being maimed by betrayal or jealousy. Fight on until the day where you take your last breath because, at that moment, the truth will be clear, have you made a chance, or were you just another being who breathed, ate, reproduced, and accomplished nothing. The theme of today's blog was inspired by a man I've followed throughout the Arcanum. Dearest readers, I presume you have heard of the Humanitarian faction owned by the Oathtall family; they were in words and action, good. However, as I write these words, their actions, great or feeble, have been under close scrutiny. My physical state disallows movement. I wish I could see history unfold before my eyes. From the moment a prodigious chef surfaced on the Arcanum, fellow readers and I were awestruck. No matter the adversity, layered under anonymity, I found myself intrigued by the man's identity. Igna Haggard, a young born from Hidros, makes waves in the culinary world until certain undisclosed incidents forced him out. I'm sure the history is known to the best of followers; I wish but to gloss pass briefly for the sakes of newcomers. After, the chef, given the title of Alchemist, left said scene. Time waited for no one, and the sensational prodigy, Kyle Darker, took fine dining by storm. Matters went forward until Igna, reappeared on our radar as a guitarist. He covered and uploaded a video of one of the hardest guitar songs to ever be composed. The talent and good looks were there, still, by a cruel twist of fate, nothing came of the endeavor. The name would soon fall prey to the annals of history as a one-shot matter. With much happiness, I say, he returned on worldwide news, the unjust invasion of Arda divided the world's players as did it for independent kingdoms. Little more than a few weeks ago, a manuscript detailing the chronicles of Arda's rule, took the world by storm. Outrage bubbled over the Arcanum. Then again, as harsh and evil the depiction was, information soon was blocked by the Wracia Empire. None can get access to the book, and sadly, only a few thousand copies were printed before the company went into hot water. Those unlucky enough to purchase said copy would be subject to scrutiny from the church's loud influence. Hidros,
A pale-faced Éclair sat before his computer. The date below displayed the 14th of November. '-last update, 29th of October. This blogging site is amateur, whoever wrote it was very observant. Still,' he leaned with pen in hand, '-I managed to track the location, and it's fair to say, the writer isn't alive anymore. Durei, 3rd of November, a magical reactor explodes and wipes out a whole village. The blast radius extended to about 8 kilometers – the devastation wasn't physical, instead, any mana containing bodies imploded on impact. The local reports say of machine malfunction. Can't imagine the pressure on Dostein's provincial council; at least the incident's taken the limelight from the town of dreams, or recently dubbed, the town of nightmares. Oathtall's tried long and hard to hamper our movements, they're using everything they can as in legal action. Too bad our army of attorneys have stumped their needless attacks.' Multiple tabs showed different parts and titles. '-Master has yet to awaken. Aceline flew to Hidros on order from Julius, Apexi's apparently restarting her radio show. Until the ordeal of Ansoft's resolved, I guess master would have approved. Idleness drives a person insane. I'm stumped, the goddesses didn't once take the time to check on his state. Draconis and Saniata are busy hunting monsters, or so they said. Those hyperactive petite bodies must be kept in check.'
*Knock, knock,* ”-enter.”
”Éclair,” said a serious-looking Asmodeus, ”-we're ready to ship the produce.”
”The deal went through?” he breathed a sigh of relief.
”Yeah,” returned the prince, ”-after much enticement, our regulars are hooked on the white gold. We unknowingly roped in the head of the Jonia family.”
”The balance of power is already broken; we've taken control over Luon. We'll be known as independent suppliers for the time being. Was a good thing we got in early with Jonia, they'll handle the distribution.”
”Éclair, we still have the issue of the Hondo gang. They've taken control of Luon's territory. We control only half of Stanley's homage. The loans have been excused; we don't control fear anymore.”
”It's fine,” he replied, ”-let's focus on supply and demand. Have them taste the stuff, and we'll slowly lower the demand, control the market. Cimier's in deep against the Dark Guild, without the latter, they won't ever be able to obtain the narcotics the client wants.”
”So, Luon's moved from loansharking to distribution?”
”Correct. Prince Asmo, do take good care of the gambling den.”
”No need to tell me twice. About the master.”
”Fret not, he'll awaken soon, our master is a tenacious fighter.”