Chapter 306
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Chapter 306
Outside of the common room, Birita stopped for a moment to plan her actions and scan the threats. Anton was significantly weakened, and though there were a few others with them Birita felt she could handle them. Alone might be difficult, but she brought her lieutenants with her for a reason.
She grimaced as her stomach turned and took a swig from her jug. She was almost out of the stuff. Then she kicked open the door. A bag of powder fell to the floor, and Birita waved aside the dust. Well, what do we have here? She sneezed, doubling over momentarily from the force of the movement. When she straightened, she did her best to gloss over the undignified act. Just a short time ago you were all high and mighty, she said referring to Anton, But here you are. Weak as a kitten. Having to resort to a low quality trap to think you have a chance. She sniffed, her nose itching. A tiny application of energy brushed it to relieve the urge. And two cowards hiding in the back. Tell you what the rest of you can run off as long as you leave those two and the old man behind.
Like hell we will! one of the women drew her bow. Wed never abandon our grandpa.
Now that Birita thought of it, she saw the resemblance. Vaguely. Interesting. A trio of grandchildren come to visit? An opportunity thats hard to pass up. If the old man begs me for forgiveness, I might spare you.
Um Im not related to them, Anish pointed out. Were just from allied sects.
Fine, whatever. It doesnt matter. The point is, youre in my territory now. You have to- the itching was growing stronger. She couldnt stop it. You have to follow my rules. She focused on breathing through her mouth, but that didnt help the constant nausea shed been hit with lately. Or the headaches. A swig of booze helped with that, extremely briefly.
Finally, Anton spoke. This is who you follow? Anton looked to those behind her, standing half in and half outside the door, blocking various escape routes. Interesting that she was not brave enough to come alone.
How dare- Birita was going to say something more, but she sneezed once more. It caused her to stagger backwards, stepping on the pouch of powder and spraying it around the area. Birita managed to keep most of it away from herself, but the others around her began to sneeze. Her eyes focused on the kitchen. You little worm!
Two bows fired arrows towards her while the other two began to move forward, but they stopped when a pair burst from the back room. One was a woman that should have been a local herbalist. She was the one who prepared the tree thistle, but Birita was about ready to make an example of her. Especially when she grabbed a handful of powder from a pouch and blew it in her face.
Something about the circumstances made her instinctively draw a breath, which was exactly the wrong move. Her energy should have been able to filter out all of the particles of powder trying to enter her lungs, but everything had been off recently. She realized she hadnt drawn her weapon, but she wouldnt need that to kill a couple Body Tempering cultivators. Except it was a pain to get to them, as every step she took forward forced her back two, with arrows threatening to impale her. She was just about to order her subordinates to handle them when the nausea peaked.
She suppressed the urge to vomit, but her concentration was screwed up enough to allow the man in front of her a moment to attack. It was a strange form of energy, but nothing should have stopped her from blocking it completely. She slapped it away with her hand. The fact that it caused her to tingle was concerning.
Uh, boss. What should we do about them?
Birita eyed the man who threw the strange gray orb as well as monitoring the two archers. Kill them, of course!
All of them? the man asked, somewhat nervously.
At that point, Birita noticed that there were more people present than she had thought. The two archers, and the fire and ice pair threatening to cut her off from her subordinates, but also at least a dozen others approaching. A bunch of early Body Tempering cultivators shouldnt be a problem but some of the others didnt belong.
Heya boss, Trix called from the pack, which included Sarto and some others who nominally followed her. Looks like youre busy. But some of us were thinking wed discuss a change in leadership.
Youre a bad leader, Sarto commented. You make us do bad things.
And you keep all the best cultivation stuff and booze for yourself, Trix pointed out, looking meaningfully at the handful of Spirit Building cultivators supporting her.
This one is probably leagues better, Alva said, pulling something out of Biritas bag. At least its complete through the end of Spirit Building.
... she said she didnt have anything she could share with us, Trix frowned.
She didnt want people to be a threat to her position, Annelie guessed. But if she had focused on empowering her subordinates, she might have created something more lasting.
If that one is no good, Anton said. Ive a small collection I can teach you from.
Youd really do that? Trix asked. For us? Were kinda some of the bad guys.
I suppose I should consult Idalia at least, though she seemed to be slightly fond of you.
Look, Idalia shrugged, Trix helped enforce Biritas taxes and all that, but she kind of made us feel like it wasnt so bad? She shook her head, And Sasho broke half my shop, but he never meant to.
Im sorry, Sasho said. I thought we were doing something good. Most people wouldnt complain around me. I suppose they were scared.
Based on the state of your encampment when I was there, Anton said, I doubt theres much left to give back to the villages around here?
We spent it all immediately. Trix shook her head. Or rather, Birita did. Importing expensive booze from far away mostly. Doubt she even tasted most of it.
I think theres a fairly simple solution here, Anton said. I doubt those standing outside will be fully capable of just forgiving you immediately. But if you help them earn back some of their losses and provide some safety Im sure they can agree to let bygones be bygones. Antons voice was loud enough for those outside to know he was more or less declaring it. Not that they wanted to fight against a group that was currently stronger than themselves, anyway.
Does that mean we have to work?
You were doing work for Birita, you know, Anton pointed out. Better to do something practical. And youll find your cultivations benefit you in various avenues of physical labor.
... youll really teach us how to fix our cultivation issues? Trix asked.
I can teach you personally for a short while, and leave notes for after. Im afraid I cant stay here indefinitely, given the circumstances that lead to my companions and I being like this.
... I felt the fight, Trix said. Just a tiny bit. Like watching hawks fight on the horizon. It was terrifying.
You should go check out the battlefield. From a distance, because it honestly might kill you if you stepped on it.
... should have stayed a pickpocket, Trix grumbled. Cultivation is way too dangerous.
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Chapter 306
Outside of the common room, Birita stopped for a moment to plan her actions and scan the threats. Anton was significantly weakened, and though there were a few others with them Birita felt she could handle them. Alone might be difficult, but she brought her lieutenants with her for a reason.
She grimaced as her stomach turned and took a swig from her jug. She was almost out of the stuff. Then she kicked open the door. A bag of powder fell to the floor, and Birita waved aside the dust. Well, what do we have here? She sneezed, doubling over momentarily from the force of the movement. When she straightened, she did her best to gloss over the undignified act. Just a short time ago you were all high and mighty, she said referring to Anton, But here you are. Weak as a kitten. Having to resort to a low quality trap to think you have a chance. She sniffed, her nose itching. A tiny application of energy brushed it to relieve the urge. And two cowards hiding in the back. Tell you what the rest of you can run off as long as you leave those two and the old man behind.
Like hell we will! one of the women drew her bow. Wed never abandon our grandpa.
Now that Birita thought of it, she saw the resemblance. Vaguely. Interesting. A trio of grandchildren come to visit? An opportunity thats hard to pass up. If the old man begs me for forgiveness, I might spare you.
Um Im not related to them, Anish pointed out. Were just from allied sects.
Fine, whatever. It doesnt matter. The point is, youre in my territory now. You have to- the itching was growing stronger. She couldnt stop it. You have to follow my rules. She focused on breathing through her mouth, but that didnt help the constant nausea shed been hit with lately. Or the headaches. A swig of booze helped with that, extremely briefly.
Finally, Anton spoke. This is who you follow? Anton looked to those behind her, standing half in and half outside the door, blocking various escape routes. Interesting that she was not brave enough to come alone.
How dare- Birita was going to say something more, but she sneezed once more. It caused her to stagger backwards, stepping on the pouch of powder and spraying it around the area. Birita managed to keep most of it away from herself, but the others around her began to sneeze. Her eyes focused on the kitchen. You little worm!
Two bows fired arrows towards her while the other two began to move forward, but they stopped when a pair burst from the back room. One was a woman that should have been a local herbalist. She was the one who prepared the tree thistle, but Birita was about ready to make an example of her. Especially when she grabbed a handful of powder from a pouch and blew it in her face.
Something about the circumstances made her instinctively draw a breath, which was exactly the wrong move. Her energy should have been able to filter out all of the particles of powder trying to enter her lungs, but everything had been off recently. She realized she hadnt drawn her weapon, but she wouldnt need that to kill a couple Body Tempering cultivators. Except it was a pain to get to them, as every step she took forward forced her back two, with arrows threatening to impale her. She was just about to order her subordinates to handle them when the nausea peaked.
She suppressed the urge to vomit, but her concentration was screwed up enough to allow the man in front of her a moment to attack. It was a strange form of energy, but nothing should have stopped her from blocking it completely. She slapped it away with her hand. The fact that it caused her to tingle was concerning.
Uh, boss. What should we do about them?
Birita eyed the man who threw the strange gray orb as well as monitoring the two archers. Kill them, of course!
All of them? the man asked, somewhat nervously.
At that point, Birita noticed that there were more people present than she had thought. The two archers, and the fire and ice pair threatening to cut her off from her subordinates, but also at least a dozen others approaching. A bunch of early Body Tempering cultivators shouldnt be a problem but some of the others didnt belong.
Heya boss, Trix called from the pack, which included Sarto and some others who nominally followed her. Looks like youre busy. But some of us were thinking wed discuss a change in leadership.
Youre a bad leader, Sarto commented. You make us do bad things.
And you keep all the best cultivation stuff and booze for yourself, Trix pointed out, looking meaningfully at the handful of Spirit Building cultivators supporting her.
This one is probably leagues better, Alva said, pulling something out of Biritas bag. At least its complete through the end of Spirit Building.
... she said she didnt have anything she could share with us, Trix frowned.
She didnt want people to be a threat to her position, Annelie guessed. But if she had focused on empowering her subordinates, she might have created something more lasting.
If that one is no good, Anton said. Ive a small collection I can teach you from.
Youd really do that? Trix asked. For us? Were kinda some of the bad guys.
I suppose I should consult Idalia at least, though she seemed to be slightly fond of you.
Look, Idalia shrugged, Trix helped enforce Biritas taxes and all that, but she kind of made us feel like it wasnt so bad? She shook her head, And Sasho broke half my shop, but he never meant to.
Im sorry, Sasho said. I thought we were doing something good. Most people wouldnt complain around me. I suppose they were scared.
Based on the state of your encampment when I was there, Anton said, I doubt theres much left to give back to the villages around here?
We spent it all immediately. Trix shook her head. Or rather, Birita did. Importing expensive booze from far away mostly. Doubt she even tasted most of it.
I think theres a fairly simple solution here, Anton said. I doubt those standing outside will be fully capable of just forgiving you immediately. But if you help them earn back some of their losses and provide some safety Im sure they can agree to let bygones be bygones. Antons voice was loud enough for those outside to know he was more or less declaring it. Not that they wanted to fight against a group that was currently stronger than themselves, anyway.
Does that mean we have to work?
You were doing work for Birita, you know, Anton pointed out. Better to do something practical. And youll find your cultivations benefit you in various avenues of physical labor.
... youll really teach us how to fix our cultivation issues? Trix asked.
I can teach you personally for a short while, and leave notes for after. Im afraid I cant stay here indefinitely, given the circumstances that lead to my companions and I being like this.
... I felt the fight, Trix said. Just a tiny bit. Like watching hawks fight on the horizon. It was terrifying.
You should go check out the battlefield. From a distance, because it honestly might kill you if you stepped on it.
... should have stayed a pickpocket, Trix grumbled. Cultivation is way too dangerous.
Chapter 306Outside of the common room, Birita stopped for a moment to plan her actions and scan the threats. Anton was significantly weakened, and though there were a few others with them Birita felt she could handle them. Alone might be difficult, but she brought her lieutenants with her for a reason.She grimaced as her stomach turned and took a swig from her jug. She was almost out of the stuff. Then she kicked open the door. A bag of powder fell to the floor, and Birita waved aside the dust. Well, what do we have here? She sneezed, doubling over momentarily from the force of the movement. When she straightened, she did her best to gloss over the undignified act. Just a short time ago you were all high and mighty, she said referring to Anton, But here you are. Weak as a kitten. Having to resort to a low quality trap to think you have a chance. She sniffed, her nose itching. A tiny application of energy brushed it to relieve the urge. And two cowards hiding in the back. Tell you what the rest of you can run off as long as you leave those two and the old man behind.Like hell we will! one of the women drew her bow. Wed never abandon our grandpa.Now that Birita thought of it, she saw the resemblance. Vaguely. Interesting. A trio of grandchildren come to visit? An opportunity thats hard to pass up. If the old man begs me for forgiveness, I might spare you.Um Im not related to them, Anish pointed out. Were just from allied sects.Fine, whatever. It doesnt matter. The point is, youre in my territory now. You have to- the itching was growing stronger. She couldnt stop it. You have to follow my rules. She focused on breathing through her mouth, but that didnt help the constant nausea shed been hit with lately. Or the headaches. A swig of booze helped with that, extremely briefly.Finally, Anton spoke. This is who you follow? Anton looked to those behind her, standing half in and half outside the door, blocking various escape routes. Interesting that she was not brave enough to come alone.How dare- Birita was going to say something more, but she sneezed once more. It caused her to stagger backwards, stepping on the pouch of powder and spraying it around the area. Birita managed to keep most of it away from herself, but the others around her began to sneeze. Her eyes focused on the kitchen. You little worm!Two bows fired arrows towards her while the other two began to move forward, but they stopped when a pair burst from the back room. One was a woman that should have been a local herbalist. She was the one who prepared the tree thistle, but Birita was about ready to make an example of her. Especially when she grabbed a handful of powder from a pouch and blew it in her face.Something about the circumstances made her instinctively draw a breath, which was exactly the wrong move. Her energy should have been able to filter out all of the particles of powder trying to enter her lungs, but everything had been off recently. She realized she hadnt drawn her weapon, but she wouldnt need that to kill a couple Body Tempering cultivators. Except it was a pain to get to them, as every step she took forward forced her back two, with arrows threatening to impale her. She was just about to order her subordinates to handle them when the nausea peaked.She suppressed the urge to vomit, but her concentration was screwed up enough to allow the man in front of her a moment to attack. It was a strange form of energy, but nothing should have stopped her from blocking it completely. She slapped it away with her hand. The fact that it caused her to tingle was concerning.Uh, boss. What should we do about them?Birita eyed the man who threw the strange gray orb as well as monitoring the two archers. Kill them, of course!All of them? the man asked, somewhat nervously.At that point, Birita noticed that there were more people present than she had thought. The two archers, and the fire and ice pair threatening to cut her off from her subordinates, but also at least a dozen others approaching. A bunch of early Body Tempering cultivators shouldnt be a problem but some of the others didnt belong.Heya boss, Trix called from the pack, which included Sarto and some others who nominally followed her. Looks like youre busy. But some of us were thinking wed discuss a change in leadership.Youre a bad leader, Sarto commented. You make us do bad things.And you keep all the best cultivation stuff and booze for yourself, Trix pointed out, looking meaningfully at the handful of Spirit Building cultivators supporting her.This one is probably leagues better, Alva said, pulling something out of Biritas bag. At least its complete through the end of Spirit Building.... she said she didnt have anything she could share with us, Trix frowned.She didnt want people to be a threat to her position, Annelie guessed. But if she had focused on empowering her subordinates, she might have created something more lasting.If that one is no good, Anton said. Ive a small collection I can teach you from.Youd really do that? Trix asked. For us? Were kinda some of the bad guys.I suppose I should consult Idalia at least, though she seemed to be slightly fond of you.Look, Idalia shrugged, Trix helped enforce Biritas taxes and all that, but she kind of made us feel like it wasnt so bad? She shook her head, And Sasho broke half my shop, but he never meant to.Im sorry, Sasho said. I thought we were doing something good. Most people wouldnt complain around me. I suppose they were scared.Based on the state of your encampment when I was there, Anton said, I doubt theres much left to give back to the villages around here?We spent it all immediately. Trix shook her head. Or rather, Birita did. Importing expensive booze from far away mostly. Doubt she even tasted most of it.I think theres a fairly simple solution here, Anton said. I doubt those standing outside will be fully capable of just forgiving you immediately. But if you help them earn back some of their losses and provide some safety Im sure they can agree to let bygones be bygones. Antons voice was loud enough for those outside to know he was more or less declaring it. Not that they wanted to fight against a group that was currently stronger than themselves, anyway.Does that mean we have to work?You were doing work for Birita, you know, Anton pointed out. Better to do something practical. And youll find your cultivations benefit you in various avenues of physical labor.... youll really teach us how to fix our cultivation issues? Trix asked.I can teach you personally for a short while, and leave notes for after. Im afraid I cant stay here indefinitely, given the circumstances that lead to my companions and I being like this.... I felt the fight, Trix said. Just a tiny bit. Like watching hawks fight on the horizon. It was terrifying.You should go check out the battlefield. From a distance, because it honestly might kill you if you stepped on it.... should have stayed a pickpocket, Trix grumbled. Cultivation is way too dangerous.
