Chapter 727: The work never ends...
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Reima watches her exit and thinks back on how weird she'd been acting for the last few days, it wasn't anything negative but it felt like she had something to say but simply couldn't get it out... She was spending more time with Quelaag aswell, he'd known the two had spent time together before but their relationship seems to have gotten better than before... Maybe Quelaag had finally come to terms with his and her relationship?
Regardless Reima just writes off Ciri's behavior as "The time of the month", having unfortunately experienced her mood swings before...
Eventually he reluctantly gets up and dressed before blinking to his office where a stack of papers were already waiting for him... He'd be mad at Asgore if he wasn't the big goat wasn't the one doing most of the work, the paperwork in-front of him being only the important ones that absolutely require his attention.
Sitting in his seat he looks at the first one, spotting that its a request for permission to start the Auction inside Kaedwen...
That reminds him, Zoltan, Ciaran and Sieglinde were still in Kaedwen... They'd sent a couple letters to explain their progress and he was pretty happy with what they were doing, he quickly signs it and has Hinky hand it over to the courier to deliver it... The Kaedweni Auction house would be trading "rare" and "Valuable" items from Ichor the "City of Gold"... Truthfully he'd send some of the most easily producible things with Zoltan, their rarity being artificially created by their small quantity outside of Ichor...
He'd already received a shipment from Zoltan containing Dimeritium, the rare metal primarily produced from Kovir and Povis... He'd not yet gotten around to experimenting with it himself, but Rickert might have found a use for it by now, he'll have to check on the man when he has a chance.
Hopefully the auction would go well, it'd bring the status of Ichor to a higher level within the minds of nobles and the common people if all went without issue. Almost everyone was aware of the military might of the country already, Reima's power also being told through stories that got more and more grand the more people it got told to... To be honest, if they continued exaggerating their stories they might eventually be telling the truth about his power. This thought makes him laugh, the fact that most people already consider him the most powerful person on the continent only makes it more hilarious.
The state of the world itself was rapidly changing... The loss of the Emperor had allowed the north to start taking back territories, the civil war was destroying the empire from the inside out and didn't seem to be ending anytime soon.
Temeria was a very valuable territory with numerous resources, this is the reason Nilfgaard had stationed more troops there than Aedirn... But, their forces were already spread thin, their fortifications not being any worth if there weren't enough men manning them.
Skellige was doing better than they ever had before as well, he'd received letters from Cerys that they'd begun to pillage the sunk ships of the Nilfgaardian fleet, the materials gathered from that being very valuable indeed... Perhaps the army had believe they were unbeatable or it was simply arrogance, but for some reason the ships were filled with valuables, large delicate flags of Nilfgaard, furniture, gold, and other luxury things...
Reima could only guess that these were going to be set up once they'd conquered Skellige, their "Nobility" not allowing their higher-ups to rest in places that were covered in gold and finery?
Apparently Cerys, Hjalmar, and Crach had received the weapons that Geralt had sent them... Reima was surprised by the crates of gold, animals skins, and pearls they'd sent in return. The three of them were incredibly grateful for the weapons, Skelligan's valuing weaponry, armour, and similar things above all. It seemed that receiving weapons that were unmatched on this continent almost had Skellige become a vassal of Ichor...
Reima shakes his head and refocuses on the paperwork, signing a piece that would begin the construction of Dandelion's amphitheater. He'd continue to stall it but the Bard was getting increasingly more annoying the more time went on, if he held off any longer he'd probably follow him around and continuously serenade him... He thinks with a shudder.
*Knock, Knock, Knock*
...
Reima glances over at the door and looks behind it with Observation Haki to see who it is... And whether or not he'll just lock the door and stay quiet...
Harry "Hey, Reima... Are you in there?" he asks, knocking again.
Reima sighs and waves his hand, opening the door with Telekensis Harry's about to start knocking again. "You think knocking again is going to do anything?" he says to the sheepish teen.
Harry goes to adjust his glasses but stops himself as he remembers he doesn't wear them anymore... "Sorry, force of habit..." he mutters, stepping inside and taking a seat opposite Reima, staring warily at the tower of paperwork.
Reima rubs the bridge of his nose and retrieves an energy drink from his Folded Space, "I'm guessing you need something?"
Harry nods, "Yeah... I was wondering if you had a solution to a problem we were facing..."
Reima "We, as in Witches and Wizards?" he asks.
Harry nods again, "Yes. I'm new to leading people you see, and I'd completely forgotten about something really important... Witches and Wizards need wands to use magic, usually..." he adds, he himself not being restricted anymore due to the Hallow's Influence.
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Reima watches her exit and thinks back on how weird she'd been acting for the last few days, it wasn't anything negative but it felt like she had something to say but simply couldn't get it out... She was spending more time with Quelaag aswell, he'd known the two had spent time together before but their relationship seems to have gotten better than before... Maybe Quelaag had finally come to terms with his and her relationship?
Regardless Reima just writes off Ciri's behavior as "The time of the month", having unfortunately experienced her mood swings before...
Eventually he reluctantly gets up and dressed before blinking to his office where a stack of papers were already waiting for him... He'd be mad at Asgore if he wasn't the big goat wasn't the one doing most of the work, the paperwork in-front of him being only the important ones that absolutely require his attention.
Sitting in his seat he looks at the first one, spotting that its a request for permission to start the Auction inside Kaedwen...
That reminds him, Zoltan, Ciaran and Sieglinde were still in Kaedwen... They'd sent a couple letters to explain their progress and he was pretty happy with what they were doing, he quickly signs it and has Hinky hand it over to the courier to deliver it... The Kaedweni Auction house would be trading "rare" and "Valuable" items from Ichor the "City of Gold"... Truthfully he'd send some of the most easily producible things with Zoltan, their rarity being artificially created by their small quantity outside of Ichor...
He'd already received a shipment from Zoltan containing Dimeritium, the rare metal primarily produced from Kovir and Povis... He'd not yet gotten around to experimenting with it himself, but Rickert might have found a use for it by now, he'll have to check on the man when he has a chance.
Hopefully the auction would go well, it'd bring the status of Ichor to a higher level within the minds of nobles and the common people if all went without issue. Almost everyone was aware of the military might of the country already, Reima's power also being told through stories that got more and more grand the more people it got told to... To be honest, if they continued exaggerating their stories they might eventually be telling the truth about his power. This thought makes him laugh, the fact that most people already consider him the most powerful person on the continent only makes it more hilarious.
The state of the world itself was rapidly changing... The loss of the Emperor had allowed the north to start taking back territories, the civil war was destroying the empire from the inside out and didn't seem to be ending anytime soon.
Temeria was a very valuable territory with numerous resources, this is the reason Nilfgaard had stationed more troops there than Aedirn... But, their forces were already spread thin, their fortifications not being any worth if there weren't enough men manning them.
Skellige was doing better than they ever had before as well, he'd received letters from Cerys that they'd begun to pillage the sunk ships of the Nilfgaardian fleet, the materials gathered from that being very valuable indeed... Perhaps the army had believe they were unbeatable or it was simply arrogance, but for some reason the ships were filled with valuables, large delicate flags of Nilfgaard, furniture, gold, and other luxury things...
Reima could only guess that these were going to be set up once they'd conquered Skellige, their "Nobility" not allowing their higher-ups to rest in places that were covered in gold and finery?
Apparently Cerys, Hjalmar, and Crach had received the weapons that Geralt had sent them... Reima was surprised by the crates of gold, animals skins, and pearls they'd sent in return. The three of them were incredibly grateful for the weapons, Skelligan's valuing weaponry, armour, and similar things above all. It seemed that receiving weapons that were unmatched on this continent almost had Skellige become a vassal of Ichor...
Reima shakes his head and refocuses on the paperwork, signing a piece that would begin the construction of Dandelion's amphitheater. He'd continue to stall it but the Bard was getting increasingly more annoying the more time went on, if he held off any longer he'd probably follow him around and continuously serenade him... He thinks with a shudder.
*Knock, Knock, Knock*
...
Reima glances over at the door and looks behind it with Observation Haki to see who it is... And whether or not he'll just lock the door and stay quiet...
Harry "Hey, Reima... Are you in there?" he asks, knocking again.
Reima sighs and waves his hand, opening the door with Telekensis Harry's about to start knocking again. "You think knocking again is going to do anything?" he says to the sheepish teen.
Harry goes to adjust his glasses but stops himself as he remembers he doesn't wear them anymore... "Sorry, force of habit..." he mutters, stepping inside and taking a seat opposite Reima, staring warily at the tower of paperwork.
Reima rubs the bridge of his nose and retrieves an energy drink from his Folded Space, "I'm guessing you need something?"
Harry nods, "Yeah... I was wondering if you had a solution to a problem we were facing..."
Reima "We, as in Witches and Wizards?" he asks.
Harry nods again, "Yes. I'm new to leading people you see, and I'd completely forgotten about something really important... Witches and Wizards need wands to use magic, usually..." he adds, he himself not being restricted anymore due to the Hallow's Influence.
Reima watches her exit and thinks back on how weird she'd been acting for the last few days, it wasn't anything negative but it felt like she had something to say but simply couldn't get it out... She was spending more time with Quelaag aswell, he'd known the two had spent time together before but their relationship seems to have gotten better than before... Maybe Quelaag had finally come to terms with his and her relationship?Regardless Reima just writes off Ciri's behavior as "The time of the month", having unfortunately experienced her mood swings before...Eventually he reluctantly gets up and dressed before blinking to his office where a stack of papers were already waiting for him... He'd be mad at Asgore if he wasn't the big goat wasn't the one doing most of the work, the paperwork in-front of him being only the important ones that absolutely require his attention.Sitting in his seat he looks at the first one, spotting that its a request for permission to start the Auction inside Kaedwen...That reminds him, Zoltan, Ciaran and Sieglinde were still in Kaedwen... They'd sent a couple letters to explain their progress and he was pretty happy with what they were doing, he quickly signs it and has Hinky hand it over to the courier to deliver it... The Kaedweni Auction house would be trading "rare" and "Valuable" items from Ichor the "City of Gold"... Truthfully he'd send some of the most easily producible things with Zoltan, their rarity being artificially created by their small quantity outside of Ichor...He'd already received a shipment from Zoltan containing Dimeritium, the rare metal primarily produced from Kovir and Povis... He'd not yet gotten around to experimenting with it himself, but Rickert might have found a use for it by now, he'll have to check on the man when he has a chance.Hopefully the auction would go well, it'd bring the status of Ichor to a higher level within the minds of nobles and the common people if all went without issue. Almost everyone was aware of the military might of the country already, Reima's power also being told through stories that got more and more grand the more people it got told to... To be honest, if they continued exaggerating their stories they might eventually be telling the truth about his power. This thought makes him laugh, the fact that most people already consider him the most powerful person on the continent only makes it more hilarious.The state of the world itself was rapidly changing... The loss of the Emperor had allowed the north to start taking back territories, the civil war was destroying the empire from the inside out and didn't seem to be ending anytime soon.Temeria was a very valuable territory with numerous resources, this is the reason Nilfgaard had stationed more troops there than Aedirn... But, their forces were already spread thin, their fortifications not being any worth if there weren't enough men manning them.Skellige was doing better than they ever had before as well, he'd received letters from Cerys that they'd begun to pillage the sunk ships of the Nilfgaardian fleet, the materials gathered from that being very valuable indeed... Perhaps the army had believe they were unbeatable or it was simply arrogance, but for some reason the ships were filled with valuables, large delicate flags of Nilfgaard, furniture, gold, and other luxury things...Reima could only guess that these were going to be set up once they'd conquered Skellige, their "Nobility" not allowing their higher-ups to rest in places that were covered in gold and finery?Apparently Cerys, Hjalmar, and Crach had received the weapons that Geralt had sent them... Reima was surprised by the crates of gold, animals skins, and pearls they'd sent in return. The three of them were incredibly grateful for the weapons, Skelligan's valuing weaponry, armour, and similar things above all. It seemed that receiving weapons that were unmatched on this continent almost had Skellige become a vassal of Ichor...Reima shakes his head and refocuses on the paperwork, signing a piece that would begin the construction of Dandelion's amphitheater. He'd continue to stall it but the Bard was getting increasingly more annoying the more time went on, if he held off any longer he'd probably follow him around and continuously serenade him... He thinks with a shudder.*Knock, Knock, Knock*...Reima glances over at the door and looks behind it with Observation Haki to see who it is... And whether or not he'll just lock the door and stay quiet...Harry "Hey, Reima... Are you in there?" he asks, knocking again.Reima sighs and waves his hand, opening the door with Telekensis Harry's about to start knocking again. "You think knocking again is going to do anything?" he says to the sheepish teen.Harry goes to adjust his glasses but stops himself as he remembers he doesn't wear them anymore... "Sorry, force of habit..." he mutters, stepping inside and taking a seat opposite Reima, staring warily at the tower of paperwork.Reima rubs the bridge of his nose and retrieves an energy drink from his Folded Space, "I'm guessing you need something?"Harry nods, "Yeah... I was wondering if you had a solution to a problem we were facing..."Reima "We, as in Witches and Wizards?" he asks.Harry nods again, "Yes. I'm new to leading people you see, and I'd completely forgotten about something really important... Witches and Wizards need wands to use magic, usually..." he adds, he himself not being restricted anymore due to the Hallow's Influence.
