"Yeah, raise the anchor!"Standing atop the ship, Jake shouted loudly and unclear, but his words were pleasant to the ears, an indication of authority; the crew had started pulling up iron chains. The sound of the anchor as it came up scraping the side of the boat let everyone know that it was time to go. The ship was for itself a robust, big caravel with merchant and material logistic character. Due to wonders of spatial magic it could accommodate as many goods as it wanted without becoming overloaded or giving up space for crew or passengers. This meant that despite the large amount of cargo it transported, there was sizeable space left on the ship and everybody saw a diverse traffic on the ship. Among them, Caster was standing, leaning with his back against a wooden railing on the main deck and watching until the last sight of the fading port. He lingered on one side of the door way, different from the other passengers that were in groups of two or three. Many of them had friend

Caster paced along the deck, eyes narrowed as he watched the horizon. The creature they had just slain was something he’d never seen before—a bizarre, elongated fish with writhing tentacles. For a moment, when it surfaced, he had thought it was the legendary Kraken. But it turned out to be something else, some kind of freakish sea beast no one had ever spoken about. Before he could analyze it further, Jake had already swung his saber down with a sharp, commanding “Fire!” The cannons roared to life, launching a barrage at the creature. After the smoke was settled Caster looked on as the cannon balls flew through the air to strike their targets for some and fall into the sea others. Even then, it was only too obvious that they had to steer the ship at the same time that they aimed their cannons. This monstrous creature clearly noticed us, it roared loudly and flailed some appendages that was sticking out from the water. For a moment Caster prepared himself for it to attack perhaps st

Their title wouldn’t be hereditary, as they could only earn the right to be a knight by proving their worth in combat. Even though there was blatant racism involved in the process, some still took the nobles up on the offer. Such temptations in form of good pay and a steady stream of employment were difficult to resist.‘Well what do you expect, you just cut people with swords, do what you are told, and yes, it pays,’ Caster had heard one of the recruits fairly early in the day. Helping nook was that much better than running after monsters in a dungeon with your sword out.The downside? You were essentially owned. You sacrificed liberty and bowed to every order of the noble you were in the service of. But for the many it was a trade they were willing to make.He went ahead on some distance; he tried hard not to look at the potentials aspiring knights lining up on a long queue. He was mostly used to the strangeness of this world, yet every now and then, something new would pop up that

The magical traps were carefully placed by the door and the only window in the room. If anyone dared to come through, they would trigger a powerful explosion. Caster was not one to take any chances not after what he had been through.“That’s all I can do now” Caster rasped to himself as he looked over the positioning of these traps. “They should hold… I hope.”Even with the traps in place, he made sure to activate a mana shield around himself, just in case. If the trap blew up, he did not want to be pin cushioned by wooden fragments sticking to him. He had seen them worse but this time he decided that he did not want to be in for a shock.Wasting the night, Caster was sitting on the edge of the bed, listening to groaning and other sounds. Even though he kept the window shut, he could hear the wind blowing outside, and a creak of the wooden planks in the walls of the inn. He glanced out of the window and he was half expecting to see a shadow crossing onto the other side. And yet toni

One of the men had a large frame, towering nearly two meters, but it wasn’t just his height that made him imposing. His sheer wideness made him seem even taller. His presence commanded attention, and a long scar that ran from his left eyebrow to his lower lip gave him a hardened, almost fearsome look. Despite his age, there was still a spark of life in him, evident in his sharp eyes and the way he carried himself in his shiny silver armor. He was no ordinary warrior—this was a man with countless battles behind him.Beside him walked a younger man, not quite as tall, but still impressive in his own right. Though he filled out his armor with ease, he was noticeably dwarfed by the older man’s sheer presence. He glanced up at the veteran warrior and cleared his throat, trying to mask the unease in his voice."It’s an honor to have the esteemed Silver Wolf visit my land," the younger man, Lord Matthew Flavio, said with a respectful nod. "I’ll make sure you and your soldiers are well accom