Epic Of The Demonic Sage



Gellor and his team left Inanis City to head for the southern jungles. Based on Lucius's estimates, since it was further than the Aisse Territory, he wouldn't be able to make contact with them for perhaps a minimum of two weeks.

'With Gellor and his team now doing their mission, Arius and his group at the Gisir borders… that leaves not many people to work with as they're all doing their own assigned tasks.' Lucius thought.

It was another afternoon in the Inanis Mansion and Lucius was preoccupied with more fine-tuning work while thinking about the other tasks that he needed to do.

'Lieutenant John is busy with both the work of a Lieutenant and his time at the Dionysia Brewery, and Captain Donald is no different from him due to his duties towards the Inanis guards and maintaining the safety of the city.'

Lucius had finished making some sketches of possible artifacts that he could produce. Bishop Reynald discussed that there were primarily two Artificers, those who worked on making commercial products for their target demographic and those who funded their own research to create something that they wished to build.

'While I am capable of funding my own research now if I were to wish to do so, it is far better to make another stream of income where I can. It is far better than putting down one's eggs all in one basket at this point.' Lucius said as he finished some illustrations.

There was the fact that the artifacts, the broken ones that Count Inanis lent him, were currently good weapons and might benefit from getting repaired, but that was also not his utmost priority.

'Have I asked Kiana to coordinate with Leif in regards to the pick up areas for whatever resources and information that Arius and the other two will obtain? … I have already done that and am only waiting for the other bandits that have yet to reveal and show themselves here in Inanis.' Lucius thought with a frown as he worked.

The man's mind was organized, sharp and was able to work through everything that he was going through with a precision that would leave many envious.

But somehow, Lucius thought that he was losing some of his edge. It was… a not pleasant feeling. Perhaps it was just his imagination.

'Well, compared to my previous body that I was able to improve through the use of hell energy and other methods in the Barrom Clan, this one was heavily injured during the Gisir war and I struggled to piece it all back together by myself.' Lucius thought with a calculative look at it. 'In fact, only the higher-ranked individual from the Church of Alana was able to help my condition and even they were unaware of what was happening and believe it was a curse from the tribal god in the Farlands.'

High Priest Rooks was the individual who healed him of the soul's incompatibility and thought of him as afflicted by a tribal god by matching a similar set of conditions to it.

'While I am aware that it is not some tribal god that put me here, it does remind me that I have not looked into it. Compared to that of the Church of Alana and Church of Etara, this tribal god seemed to be much more attentive to their population. While I do not wish to draw any attention, it might be able to explain the reason why souls here are untethered and do not go to any particular destination.' Lucius thought.

There truly were a lot of things on Lucius's plate. Many other people might have found that the Young Lord Asher was productive and on top of things, in fact, maybe even excellent and greater among his peers and that of other people more senior his year… but Lucius was unsatisfied.

'Kingdom of Curia that sits three thousand kilometers away from here, the southern jungles way past the Aisse Territory, this so called Farlands and so many other locations that are beyond my current capacity to visit. I've sent other individuals to do it for me, but I find myself cooped up here. Though one can say that I am simply building up my resources and future opportunities… if I find myself too absorbed by everything that I have not done, I will be too caught up and not do anything at all.' 

pαndα---noνɐ1,сoМ "Asher?" There was a knock on the door of the library. 

"Come in."

To no surprise, it was none other than Kiana. She stepped into the library with a tray filled with tea and snacks. However, there was also another thing with her, it was a letter.

"You need to take a break, Asher. You've been here almost nonstop. If it weren't for the Countess and Viscountess being around here, I'm almost afraid that you would skip your meals entirely." Kiana said as she set the tray down.

She poured him a cup of tea and offered him a plate filled with some light snacks for him to consume.

Lucius allowed himself to relax momentarily and partook in some of the fruit slices, biscuits and other finger foods as Kiana served him the cup of tea.

"From whom did the letter come from?" Lucius asked. 

"The seal on the letter says that it comes from Baron Hugh."

"Ah, it means that the people from the rehabilitation center have arrived successfully." Lucius mused. "Still, can you open and confirm that for me, Kiana?"

"O-oh, I will." Kiana stared at Asher in surprise. She had almost expected him to read it privately, but now she was being allowed the opportunity to read it for him.

Lucius noticed the woman's slight increase in happiness but made no comment as Kiana reviewed the letter.

"It is what you have expected, Asher. The volunteers from the rehab center have arrived at Etara's Cross and have shown themselves to Baron Hugh. Included here is a separate letter of acceptance from him that employs them of their services, but in addition, he has also confirmed his visit at last too."