Chapter 1171: Why Not Him?

“He has the System now too. I can see it. Can others see it?” The Innkeeper asked.

Karl nodded. “Anyone with a System assigned class should be able to see his. But for some reason, yours is hidden. I think it’s something to do with the backlash. But we don’t know why that happened to you, but not to him.”

“Maybe because I’m a Demon, and he’s an Orc? The Orcs follow any and every war and battle god they learn about, so one of them likely approves of him gaining power.”

“That is a possibility. It looks like we just gained more questions than we answered. However, we can think about that later. Let’s have a celebratory dinner first. If this silver is good here, then bring out the good rum, and we can celebrate properly.” Karl offered, and put a few coins on the table.

The Innkeeper scooped them up. “We take foreign silver at weight. We can’t expect everyone to use our clan’s coins, after all. Most cities are like that.”

“Is there no national currency?” Dana asked.

“National currency? There aren’t even reliable peace treaties between most villages, much less a unified currency. As long as your coins aren’t shaved, you’ll get a good price for them anywhere that you go.”

Karl sighed. “So much has changed since I was here last.”

The Innkeeper looked confused. “How long has it been since you were here? I can’t really tell your species’ ages.”

Karl chuckled. “It’s been a few thousand years. Don’t take it personally, there was some time travelling involved. But at the time, things were fairly well organized, and they even had patrols on all the major roads, hunting bandits.”

The Demon laughed, drawing confused glances from the tired sailors and locals in the tavern.

“That really must have been a long time ago. We don’t even say that there are bandits anymore. Just nomadic Clans, which are the same thing. If you come across them, you either beat them into submission or you get robbed.” The Innkeeper explained.

Dana sighed. “We might have to fly. If you let the Karl pick fights with every group of nomadic Orcs he comes across, we will never get anything done but drinking and fighting. Karl and the Orcs were made for each other.”

An Orc in the back of the room burst out laughing, and the mirth slowly spread around the room.

“That’s why we like living in cities full of Wrath Demons. They just get us, you know?” The Orc joked.

Karl chuckled and placed a few more coins on the table.

“Waitress, I think we need a party tonight. Let the house drink until those coins run out.”

The Innkeeper chuckled as she pocketed one of the coins and put the other two into the safe behind the bar. It would take effort for the patrons to get through that much liquor, and it wasn’t busy in here tonight.

Plus, they had food coming.

The tavern remained quiet for the evening, or at least the part of it that Karl and Dana were around for.

Because they only made it three drinks past dinner before he was carrying her up the stairs to their room.

“Do you know what I’m thinking?” Karl asked as he kicked the door closed behind them.

“What?”

“That you have entirely too many clothes on.”

Now, Karl had forgotten one essential factor before they were too distracted to worry about interference that evening.

He was the one who was supposed to put up the soundproofing ward.

So, when they went downstairs for breakfast in the morning, with Dana back in Fox form, not a single patron of the Inn, including the barmaid, could look them straight in the eye without blushing.

“Will you be staying for another night?” The morning shift barmaid asked.

Karl shook his head. “No, we have business in Bunga, so we will be heading out after breakfast. Give my compliments to the chef, this morning’s bread is incredible. I hadn’t expected to be so hungry, but I’ve got quite the appetite this morning.”

The waitress turned away, muttering something that sounded like ‘Goddess give me strength’, and Dana frowned at Karl in confusion.

But whatever the waitress was on about wasn’t enough to concern her. They were going to leave the city in just a few minutes, and she would convince Karl to transform back into a dragon so that they didn’t have to walk the entire distance, or ride a Golem.

They made their way through the streets after breakfast, as Karl didn’t want to transform in the middle of town and freak everyone out.

Hawk was circling overhead, napping as he floated on the air currents. Karl sent a mental poke to wake him up, and then transformed to let Dana hop on his back.

“Fuck me, that’s a big dragon.” The Gate Guard muttered.

“You’re not joking. Only something that scary could think that a Cat Demon transformation is a less threatening public face to put on.” The Demon on the other side of the gate agreed.

“Do you think that he might actually be Totem Ranked? I’ve never seen a dragon that size before.” The first guard asked.

“At least Totem. He smacked around the boss when he arrived, just for the sake of a good fight. No Overlord is doing that.”

{Freak them out a little.} Dana joked as Karl prepared to leap into the air.

[Behemoth] and [Brutality] combined to nearly triple Karl’s size, bringing his dragon form from just over twenty metres long to sixty.

Trees bowed under the force of the wind as he spread his wings and hurled his massive body into the air. Fortunately, Cara granted them [Agile Flyer], or Karl was certain that a dragon this large would need half a country just to turn around at cruising speed.

Once they were up above the clouds, Karl returned his size to normal and joined Hawk on their way east to Bunga.

First order of business? Find out what happened when he visited the abandoned Guild House.