Chapter 213: Age and Evolution (Han)


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    Lamia: You see my little green friend, it''s normal for your body to go through an evolutionI used to be nothing but an ordinary Lizardfolk until I gained a new form. Look at these magnificent scales of mine!


    [ Lamia sent an Image ]


    Goblin reacted with a thumbs-up.


    Drake sent a ''puking'''' emoticon.


    Lamia: Anyway... it''s essential in building your kingdom to gain individuals that serve as an inspiration, someone who is different in a good way. Powerful? Yes. Awe-inspiring, even moreso. So all of the changes you''re experiencing? It''s normal.


    Goblin: Hob?


    Lamia: Exactly, that''s the next step huh? Interesting


    Wood Elf: I don''t mean to pry, but I don''t think he understands what evolution means. Not to mention this guy only has a tribeand in Human territory too. He''s encroaching territory!


    Dwarf: Why look at that! Somebody who knows and respects territory agreements, isn''t that surprising? @High Elf


    High Elf: The Wood Elf is in Humannds as well, I don''t think he''s a good example


    Dwarf: Well, stay out of mynd!


    Witch: Everyone can choose to conquer newnds if they so wish, but forgoing contracts? That is a pity.


    Faerie: There''s a loophole for sure! Plus you have to make sure that they can protect their own borders that is


    High Elf: Thends that the Dwarf and his people are upying now used to be neutral territory. Land that should have been shared between everyone ording to the previous agreement.


    Dwarf: Do not speak of war in this chat room


    Gnome: Almost everyone knows it though? Besides, you''re the one who called them out


    Dwarf: Stay in your mound, pipsqueak!


    Witch: I have better things to do than see you folks squabble


    High Elf: Before you judge, let us look at the facts. I happen to know that thend is quite rich in natural resources, resources that the Dwarf would like to keep for himself.


    Dwarf: Oh? Did you want them? Come and get it! Hah! Have fun trying to fit through my mine shafts!


    High Elf: I would havee there if not for your little men attacking me fellow Elves when we even step in the border


    Wood Elf: Geez, someone is hot headed rn hey, @Goblin and @Lamia are gone?


    Witch: Perhaps they decided to do it in private messages instead. The people here tend to disturb decent conversation, you all act like you''re simply two-hundred years old


    Wood Elf: Let''s not talk about the age. Besides, I was trying to be more helpful. But by the way I''m visiting Earth soon. Want to meet up @Gnome?


    Gnome: Okay? O.o I''ll invoke the Rules of the Unexpected Visitor however


    Han stared at the screen and fought the urge to p a hand over his face. The Wood Elf just bbered his itinerary to everyone what if the Demon Lord saw that and decided to tag along? He''d be dead meat before he could even know what hit him. The young man scrolled through the chat a couple more times in hopes of seeing the Mermaid say something.


    It wasn''t exactly stalkinghe just wanted to gauge her personality.


    The Mermaid had helped during the encounter with the Colossal Wyvern, but he doubted that she''d easily send him pearls because he asked for it. If anything, Han Jing was willing to make a fair trade with her an interesting trinket in exchange for pearls?


    He wished he was richer, and yet the reason for this exchange was because he needed money.


    A heavy thwack hit him in the shoulder, Han winced and expected to see Timothybut it was Donovan. He frowned, "What was that for?"


    The Axe Wielder gave him a look, a look that said ''are you serious?'' but he grunted, "You''re not paying attention to the conversation. Sir Leon just asked you a question."


    The man was still a noble-pleaser at times.


    But he was right, it was difficult concentrating. He closed the screen and looked at the Noble, "Sorry, I was kind of"


    "Perchance busy with something?" the Noble asked. "My apologies for disturbing you, I was only curious if you had any other games simr tost night? Was it something yed in your vige?"


    "I doubt it," Timothy muttered. "This guy never had much time to y when he was younger, he spent most of his time doing work and helping the adults out."


    Sir Leon de Harrington raised a brow, "Oh? That''s quite impressive."


    "Everybody works though." Donovan grumbled.


    Han wanted to strangle the guynot Donovan, but Timothy. There went his alibi. What was he supposed to say to that? He scratched the back of his head, "Oh you know, you could say I''m a little something of an inventor myself."


    "An inventor?"


    He shrugged, "A game master?"


    "I think I lost you there, Han."


    "You''re not speaking of the Gambler ss now are you? Did you mix it up?"


    He shook his head, "I mean, it''s not that too hard to think of a game. Timothy and I are both new here in the Academy, what''s the best way we could get to know other people while making them like us?"


    "Through a social event, brilliant!"


    "Well, maybe someone else invented it already?" Donovan shrugged. Somehow willing to disagree with the Noble just to point that out.


    "Yeah I think"


    "It''s spinning a bottle, I bet every Drunkard and Pirate already do this." Timothy agreed with a roll of his eyes.


    Well, this was something more in Han''s favor.


    The Axe Wielder rubbed his chin, "They''re more likely to bash someone''s head with a bottle than that though?"


    "Imagine a Drunk man seeing a bottle spin. He''d get giddy and keep doing it again and again. Laugh like an idiot and snort to himself until he passes out."


    "...the people you see and the ones I know are apletely different bunch." Donovan responded.


    "I work at a tavern in our vige. I see different kinds of people."


    "Ooh, Grandma Moe''s?" Han managed to squeeze in a word atst. Somehow he didn''t expect that the two would get along well, Donovan was always Donovan and the same went for Timothy.


    Although he would have never guessed that Timothy worked at Grandma Moe''s. Some kind of bartender or busboy?


    "Considering that our vige is at less than a hundred or even fifty people?" Timothy snickered.


    Han rolled his eyes, "My bad, I would haveeh, never mind." If he said something about other peoplepeting among themselves, he''d reveal himself for not knowing it.


    And if Han could say a word, most drunk people weren''t like either what the two saw. Most were just content to sleepat least that was how it worked for him.


    "I visited a tavern near the sea, lots of pirates get hot-blooded after a couple of mugs. The fights get ugly."


    "I guess not everyone drinks merely for social drinking." Sir Leon de Harringtonughed.


    A bit awkwardly.


    Han blinked. It sounded somewhat elitist though. "Have you never experienced getting hammered when you''re at your lowest low?"


    "Hammered?" Sir Leon de Harrington scrunched up a nose. His forehead wrinkled as he nced at him. "I only started social drinking this year actually."


    "What? Wouldn''t you like eating cheese and drinking wine in fancy sses?" Han raised a brow.


    "I only came of age this year."


    Han blinked. "What?"


    "I''ve reached my eighteenth year on the seventh month''s twelfth day." A sheepish smile formed on his face. "I always took fencing when I was younger, but it had taken me some time before deciding that I should level up in something else other than my Noble ss."


    "Huh wait, how old are you guys?" He nced at Timothy and Donovan. It never came to his mind at allbut had he been dealing with teens all this time?


    "Twenty years old," Donovan scratched the back of his head. "A bitte, but some peoplee here a bit older than usual so it''s nothing. I mean, moste here after earning enough money to stay."


    Alright, that was a little closer to his age. He nced at his Companion. He always thought that they were the same age but...


    Timothy frowned, "Don''t you know how old I am?"


    "Well it''s not like I have a notebook with all of your information in it."


    He sighed, "I''m neen."


    Han''s eyes bulged for a moment.


    "Well, if anyone''s askingI''m twenty-four." A female voice suddenly spoke up from behind them. "Are you guys heading to the dining hall? You''re in my way."