What happens if Napoleon Bonaparte is resurrected in a fantasy world to save a whole continent from a Demon Lord?
A moment after his death, the former ruler of Europe receives a visit from the mysterious Faucheur, who proposes him to reborn in anoth...
With this, the substory we might call "The Erudite" is concluded.
The feedback I have had from you has been positive, so as I said, if circumstances and time allow me I could create a new work in which all these secondary stories come together.
Since there are so many things to talk about, I will also leave it up to you to choose which topics you would like to see explored in depth.
If you have an idea, let me know in the comments, and I'll see if we can craft a story around it.
See you soon!^_^
Cj Spencer
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Borg was furious as he observed yet another weekly decline in revenue in the warehouse's loading area while inspecting the latest expedition.
"What's the meaning of this?" he yelled when he saw that the newly arrived wagon was half-empty. "With this stuff I won't even cover the transportation costs!"
"I'm sorry, sir. That tarkana still lurks along the paths to the west. We have to go along the most popular roads. And the controls, the duties, the bribes..."
The pig then exploded.
"The tarkana, the tarkana! Every time you bring out this tarkana! Maybe if I had real guards instead of salary-stealing debauchees, this problem would have been solved already!"
Rust tried to pretend that his boss wasn't mad at him too by standing two steps behind, and for this reason he was the first to notice the arrival of an unexpected and not particularly welcome guest.
"What are you doing here? The boss isn't in the best of moods."
Daemon didn't respond and continued walking, and then the kobold sent two of his men to meet him. Although visibly battered and weighed down by a large bag, Daemon knocked them out with just a few blows.
"Now I'm tired of you, brat! Come here and I'll tear you to pieces!"
Rust threw himself at him brandishing his clawed glove, thus drawing everyone's attention to the fight. But his opponent did not falter, and having dodged his attacks, he responded with a single powerful slash to the back of the neck that sent him straight into the world of dreams.
"If you wanted a meeting, just say it. I always have time for my favorite long-term investment."
"I don't work for you anymore, have you forgotten?"
"Maybe. So? What can I do for you?"
"I've spent the last two days running around the whole forest chased by a group of angry Macaires, eager to kill an old professor. I don't know what they wanted or why they were angry with him, but I know for sure who sent them. You."
