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Chapter One-Hundred and Thirty-Nine: First Contact… Again..?

    Chapter One-Hundred and Thirty-Nine: First Contact… Again..?


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake strode out of the Outpost followed by some veryckluster stares after he had talked to the Dwarf at the stall.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But he was used to being looked at by the original residents of the Outpost with some form of hate or fear after everything that had happened. But thankfully he wasn’t <em><span style="font-weight:400">technically</em><span style="font-weight:400"> in charge of the Outpost.


    <span style="font-weight:400">No, he outsourced that to Shigure, and he had been doing a smashing job of it. Everything at least on the surface had been running smoothly. And Drake was frankly very impressed.


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">Kid might need a lot of growing, but it''s surprising to see how well he can lock the Outpost down when given the reins.</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake thought, passing the rampart of the Outpost, waving as he passed the paling guards.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">It seems he is growing on you, rather than the other way around. And your reputation is very poor amongst the people who have seen you fight the oaf and the weak-willed teen,</em><span style="font-weight:400">” Natto quipped.


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">I would never call Bjorn a weak-willed teen, that’s just uncalled for Natto.</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake thought, smiling.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">That is not! Uhhh…”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Natto grumbled.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake chuckled as he made his way back to the camp. Seeing quite a few busybodies.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So are we all set to scout this ce out?” Drake asked, looking at Theodore, and Chelsea checking and double-checking their gear. Bjorn on the other hand sat rxed on the ground, his ymore on his shoulder.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“This one is as prepared as they can be my Lord. We have stocked potions enough to support a small army thanks to Sir Bear,” Theodore answered, twirling his mustache.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yep! He gave us all we needed for the trip, so we’re just making sure all our gear is in order and waiting on Lamar to repair some stuff,” Chelsea added.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake raised a brow, “Why are you so proud? Isn’t Bear the one supplying everything…?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Chelsea’s face turned red then scowled as she screw-faced him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“My Lord, could this one bother you to partake in said potions?” Theodore asked, taking a few steps towards him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake raised a hand, “I still have plenty from the earlier quests Theo, thanks. You guys keep them. I think Bear and I have enough Vitality to manage. Which reminds me, you have a health regeneration skill right Bear?” Drake asked, addressing him.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Bjorn waved his hand, “I do, well kind of. Remember the skills I told you about?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The skill wraps them all into one pretty much, it''s kinda crazy bro,” Bjornughed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh to be so privileged…” Drake sighed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">All three of them looked back at Drake incredulously.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“What?” Drake asked snarkily.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Can you really say that?” Chelsea asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I can say a lot of things,” Drake replied sticking out his tongue.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“My Lord, I would be inclined to agree. Thou art the epitome of lucky and privileged by ss and skill if nothing else,” Theodore chimed in.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, whose side are you on Theo?” Drake said recoiling in faux hurt, “I worked very hard for my ss and skills. I think I almost threw out my arm when I casted the die when I rolled for them,” he joked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey man, I’m notining. I’m happy with what hand I was dealt,” Bjorn smirked, leaning back and falling onto the grass, his armor nking slightly, “Most of it at least.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake could rte in all seriousness. He and Bjorn had been given great power, but that didn’t mean it didn’te with cons. Bjorn was about to turn into a universe-ending giant. And Drake was most likely slowly losing his mind from the overwhelming number of skills he was consuming and still had to consume.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well, once we''re ready let’s get to it. Earlier the better. I allocated enough time to be able to conquer the hive but it''s only spection until we see it firsthand,” Drake said, pushing the conversation forward, “I’m going to do some clowning around before we leave. It’s been a while since I fired off some spells.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sooo, you’re just going to do what exactly?” Chelsea asked suspiciously.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m going to blow up stuff,” Drake said tly, then looked to Bjorn, “Come with?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Bjorn raised his head from the ground, looking down his body at Drake through his legs.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Sure,” Bjorn replied, shrugging slightly.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Alright, where can a guy get some opennd to let loose around here?” Drake mused.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake waited for a moment, letting Bjorn get to his feet.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You know for someone who can follow me at my speed, you sure move fucking slow….” Drake joked, giving a snide grin.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Hey, I’m conserving energy bro, you think this body can move like that all the time?” Bjorn threw back, smiling as he got to his feet.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I just thought you were too big to move that fast unless it involved food or fighting me,” Drake shrugged.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You calling me fat?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I’m not calling you skinny.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">“But I’m not skinny,” Bjorn said, raising a brow.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Exactly,” Drake smiled.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“You’re right, I’mrge and in charge bro,” Bjorn smirked back.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake rolled his eyes, “Can’t you let me insult you for once?” heughed, moving past Theodore and Chelsea to the back of the camp towards the forest.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That was supposed to be an insult? I thought you wereplimenting me for my gains?” Bjornughed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I wasn’t…. Whatever. Now I really need to blow something up….”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake and Bjorn walked together out and into the forest, leaving Theodore and Chelsea behind.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Did we just be invisible? You didn’t cast your concealment spell did you?” Chelsea asked, her face turning into a pout.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“This one certainly did not. It would seem that my Lord and Sir Bear most definitely moveth at the beat of their own drums….” Theodore said, pushing his broken monocle up.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Chelsea looked over and sighed, “You should really get Lamar to fix that for you.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Theodore nodded, picking up his cane while giving Chelsea a slight bow.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“This one bids you a lovely evening Miss Chelsea.”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Chelsea gave a wave as Theodore left, her eyes fixed on the backs of Bjorn and Drake.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When Theodore was well out of earshot she mumbled to herself.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Why do all the men I chase seem so far away….”


    <hr>


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So Bjorn,” Drake started, finally away from the camp, “What’s going on with you and Chelsea?” he asked, twirling Morning Glory around in his hands.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Whatcha mean?” Bjorn asked, innocently.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Come on, even you said she’s following you around like a little puppy. She’s got the hots for the fire crotch now. Honestly, I’d say she’s downgrading in her tastes,” Drake said, giving a smirk.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Oh, that’s what you mean. Not sure bro. She’s nice and all, but I’m pretty full up on figuring out how not to turn into a big world-eating monster in a few levels,” Bjorn replied.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Honestly I’m in the same boat with ire. She’s wonderful, and a good one, that''s for sure, and not even counting her ss meshes so well with mine... But I have my hands full with everything. Doesn’t feel right to be asmitted as I want to be,” Drake mused, putting Morning Glory behind his head, his arms hanging over them.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I think we’re on different pages here. I don’t have any interest in her right now. And if she has a thing for me, it’s one-sided. I’ve never had time for rtionships, even before the system,” Bjorn admitted.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Yeah well, she’s persistent if nothing else, so be prepared for that,” Drake sighed, remembering the whole situation with her, ire, and Megan trying to defend her.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake and Bjorn walked for a good distance, both having sensory skills in one form or another. Both looking for an area they could rx for a bit.


    <span style="font-weight:400">But nothing ever went to n, not with Drake there.


    <span style="font-weight:400">The pairs’ heads snapped in the same direction in tandem. Both noticed the beings enter their field of perception.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I thought we were having trouble finding monsters and food?” Drake said curiously.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“We were… Coincidence?” Bjorn asked, raising a brow himself.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Has it ever been?” Drake scoffed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Got me there bro. Let’s go see what trouble you brought on us now,” Bjorn chuckled, pulling his sword from his back as he walked in that direction.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Who says it’s my fault?!” Drake replied incredulously.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s always your fault bro. It’s like part of who you are,” Bjornughed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I resent thatment,” Drake frowned, walking behind Bjorn.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“<em><span style="font-weight:400">I resent it as well! I am forced to be associated with you, it is not my fault you are a troublemaker!”</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Natto spat.


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">I am not a troublema- Ok, I kind of a troublemaker. But it’s not like I’m trying to be….</em><span style="font-weight:400"> Drake conceded.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How does your sensing skill work, Bjorn? Can you see who or what it is we’re walking towards?” Drake asked, changing the subject.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Only If I get line of sight of it. My skill gives a detailed description of the person, stats, and can see through most concealments of the person and stats. And a few other really nice caveats that I’m not going to tell you,” Bjorn smiled.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s really unfair… I can tell where people or beings are, but I don’t get anything like that… maybeter on my identification skill will though.. Wait, so that means this ne I have is useless against you?” Drake asked, grabbing the dangling jewel on his neck.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Bjorn didn’t answer but smiled.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Man…. That’s fucked up…What did I work so hard for this for then?” Drake grumbled.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s a Legendary skill, so don’t feel bad bro. It’s not like everyone has one,” Bjorn siad consoling Drake.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“That’s true I guess. What’s the skill called by the way?” Drake asked casually.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Bjorn embarrassedly, scratched the side of his beard with a gloved finger, hesitating to answer.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Well?” Drake pressed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“It’s called Eyes of Heimdall…” Bjorn finally said.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Like Norse Mythology? All-seeing eyes, can’t hide anything Heimdall? Keeper of the Bifrost in the movie Heimdall?” Drake said, his mouth agape.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Bjorn chuckled, “I think so. What’s yours called?”


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake flinched. “It’s um… part of my Aura skills, it''s called Tyrannical Aura…” Drake answered just as embarrassed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">They both walked silently for a few steps before they both began tough.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“How did we get stuck with such ridiculous skill names?” Drake snickered.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“The more ridiculous the name, the better the skill I guess?” Bjornughed.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Bjorn and Drake chuckled to themselves for a few more minutes as they closed in on the now group of something that they were following.


    <span style="font-weight:400">When they got to a reasonable distance they both switched from their casual outing, to the jaded fighters they had be during the tutorial.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Aren’t they a bit close to the Outpost? How did they get away with not being found for so long..?” Drake whispered to Bjorn.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“They have to be passing by, there’s no way they would go unnoticed. Shigure would have heard about people going missing or spotting them,” Bjorn replied, looking at the group of Goblins.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Are people just not bothering to go out anymore? What gives?” Drake grumbled, spotting a named Goblin at the head of the pack, “Looks like there’s one of the leftover Knights or Lieutenants here. They seem pretty geared up… Are they preparing to raid the Outpost?” Drake thought aloud.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Not sure, but it won’t be hard to whip out this many. Haven’t fought a Knight before though. Are they tougher than the Generals?” Bjorn asked, pursing his lips.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake shrugged, “They are about the same I guess. The Royal Knights were the real pain in the asses….” Drake exined remembering the fight with the King.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“So do you want to take care of them? I can’t exactly keep racking up experience if I don’t have to right now,” Bjorn asked.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake thought momentarily, scanning the rest of the group of Goblins. It wouldn’t be difficult like Bjorn said to wipe them out. And Drake was looking for an excuse to blow stuff up. But he didn’t notice any prisoners with the Goblins this time around. And he was curious as to what they were doing here.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“I want to see what they’re up to. I don’t sense any single ones patrolling, so I don’t think they have many scouts around if any. I think we wait and see, take care of any stragglers that cross us,” Drake exined.


    <span style="font-weight:400">“Fine by me, I don’t have anywhere to be for another sixty days bro,” Bjorn smiled, taking a seat at the tree they were behind.


    <span style="font-weight:400">Drake scoffed and refocused on the group of Goblins.


    <em><span style="font-weight:400">Now what exactly are you green bastards up to?</em>
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