Astonished, Tharn asked, “Thanks for what? I didn’t do anything.” She glanced towards the entrance to see if the owner was around or if there was anyone who could overhear her, then said in a low tone, “Of course you did! Thanks to you, Istar has become an amazing Mage! After you left, she showed us the pendant you lent her, which helped her calm down without fear of being hurt if she lost control of her Magic. And the silver cord to wrap around her pretty white dress that our mother gave her.” “I see... I didn’t know she car

Tharn was looking at the new roof, already finished with Drake’s scales, melted together and fixed to the rooftop of the expansion of the house with the two new divisions. One for the toilet and another for the bathtub.Behind him, Istar was overseeing the smoking of the meat of the Dragon, Drake, and Balloon in three different places, so that the smell and taste didn’t mingle between the different meats.At her right, Gula and Asardin were cutting small pieces of Dragon’s meat for their lunch, with Iris leisurely seated on the back porch of the house, nipping small bits of roasted meat that were on a plate next to

At dinner, they kept on talking about the new bathroom, with Dipti visibly excited about the opportunity of a very lucrative business. According to him, even if it was only the seat and the connections to use water to flush, it was already innovative enough and could grant them a lot of money.Tharn was eating and listening to all the conversations in silence. It came as a surprise to him that such a simple thing, so common in his homeworld, was seen in that World as an amazing invention. Everyone was used to having to crouch over a hole, do their business, wash their behind with a piece of cloth, and cover the hole without even pouring water on it. But that was mostly because potable water was scarce in that World, and that made the people less careful wit

Meanwhile, Iris was inside a cave, hidden in a small hole in a wall, looking down and grinning, listening to the conversation between the two men she followed and their bosses. The man with a scar was smiling as he said, “As you can see, things progressed on his side. It probably would be a good idea to do as he did, and work more in the ‘Babilndan Theocracy’ than in the ‘Kingdom of Heszils’, considering that the Church in the Theocracy has that stupid law against burning to ashes the dead, and-“ One of the two men that were seated at a table immediately interrupted him, with their heads covered by the hoods of their cloaks. “We will be the judge of that. Do your work, the one that we pay you to do, and that is information gathering and spying. Nothing else. The rest is up to us, Necromancers.” The scarred man immediately looked down and went silent. His partner tried to change the subject and said, “Of course, boss. And since you mentioned that, do you need us to go check things in