Most of the demi-humans here had lost far too much hope in living in Angora City. And the only reason why they hadn't left it yet was because they were sure that no one was going to take them in. But now that Michael assured them their own place back in the Parched Lands, they had no reason to stay here any longer.
Of course, there were still so who wanted to stay in Angora City for one reason or the other.
"If you want to stay, then I will give you a job and a place to live. You will be part of our nation too. Sheina, please make sure that these people are taken care of in the anti."
Michaels' trusted secretary Dragonborn quickly took to work and began to command the Rebornians to start the migration process.
"But sir—Michael, they are still considered as citizens of Angora City. I doubt that the soldiers will allow them to leave so easily," said Plato the Inn Owner.
"I have it under control," said Yuna. "All it takes is just a little bit of paperwork."
As expected of the diplomat, she was quick to arrange docunts for the migration.
"I'm happy for them…but what am I going to do now?" asked Plato.
"You could join them too if you'd like. But if you want to stay, then I have a job for you. I want you to do the sa thing you've been doing your whole life: an Inn caretaker. Part of our business here in Angora City will be a safe haven for demi-humans to seek. Here, they can apply to beco a citizen of the Nation of Reborn and be sent off to the Kings region as soon as possible."
Plato's eyes moistened as he realized he could still help demi-humans even if he had lost control of the Inn. It would be in an even greater capacity now that he would beco part of this 'Reborn Nation' that could spend 500,000 gold coins so easily.
"Let's talk inside. Show us around the place," Michael said.
Soon, the rest of the Rebornians finally had a place to stay for the rest of their visit here in Angora City. Of course, it was only temporary as they would soon rebuild this Inn into sothing a little more…Rebornian.
Seeing the broken flooring, leaking roofs, and lack of flowing water in the room, the Rebornians felt even more thankful that they t Michael. If not, then it was possible they would be living in this kind of place even now.
As Yuna and Michael ironed out the paperwork and contracts needed to establish the Reborn company in the city, Zion, Grieve, and Fudge all decided to take a stroll around the city—a dangerous combination if Michael had ever seen one.
But since he had an Orc accompany them in the shadows, Michael was assured that he would be notified as soon as possible if they ended up creating so kind of chaos in the city.
The other Engineer Rebornians didn't waste any ti and began scouting the Inn, creating and planning the blueprint for the eventual building.
Soon, afternoon ca around and the royal and his guards ca back knocking on the Inn's door.
"It's official," he said. "You are now the owner of this Inn."
Michael took the contract and read through it, with ChatJK3 making sure everything was solid.
"Thanks," Michael said.
"Before we leave, I have to relay a ssage to you," the royal said.
"Who is it from?"
Michael had an inkling as to who it was.
"The Duke. He wants to et with the owner of the Reborn company at your own leisure. You need only to arrive in the castle gates and you will be welcod with the utmost warmth. If you'd like, we can also send soldiers to escort you there."
"No need. I'll visit it when I can," he said, not committing on a promise.
The royal didn't say anything further and respectfully nodded to Michael before leaving.
"He wants to et with you this soon?" Yuna asked, peeking out to look at the castle up in the distance. "Usually, royals like him wouldn't show interest in the market. Sothing must have happened."
"What do you think I should do, my advisor?" Michael said.
"Oh, so I'm your advisor now?"
"You're the one who knows everything about the Queens region. It's only natural I co to you for help."
"Hpmh, I still haven't received my favorite ice cream from you. You think I'll help you now?" she said, walking backwards away from Michael.
"I'm trying to find it!"
"Fine," she chuckled. "Since you helped out a lot of demi-humans today, I'll help you out free of charge.
I think you should et with the Magic Tower and the Knightly Court first before you et the Duke. It gives you leverage to negotiate a better deal."
"You think the Duke wants to co to an agreent with ?"
"It's the only reason why he would want to et with the Reborn company. It's no secret that you were able to conquer the tomb with your Mithril Artifacts. He'll probably want to commission a set from you."
His seed had finally started to show fruit. Having the Dragonborns show off their Mithril Artifacts did wonders to spread its na and increase its value.
"Then this ans I'll have to et with Trakius first. Hopefully, he'll allow to access their Magic Library."
Just then, Michael's shadow fluctuated a little bit before Fudge popped out of the ground.
"Hello, Master and Miss Master!" Fudge jumped directly to Yuna and received plenty of head pats.
"How's the trip going?"
"It's a bit boring, Master. It's so much cooler to walk around in our nation. But, it's nice to have all the people look in my direction when I'm walking! They must think I'm such a cool ninja!"
Michael laughed. Fudge always seed to forget that a ninja was supposed to be invisible.
"Oh! Master, bones junior said that he found soone talented. Or at least, he thinks he thought so…"
Intrigued, Michael had Fudge lead him to where they were now via shadow teleportation.
Michael ascended behind a crowd of spectators, all seemingly cheering for sothing in front of them.
He looked around and saw that he was in a circular arena of so sorts, with a capacity of about a thousand people.
There were flags all around the arena, each one a different color and having a symbol or insignia of different weapons in the sa style.
Everyone cheered, pointing Michael to the main event of the arena: a fighting match between two well-armored individuals.
"Woooh! Go win this for , Sir Buckus!"
"Ha! You think the Way of the Sword is better than the Way of the Spear?! Keep dreaming. Sir Brand will win this like any other fight he had today."
Two Knights squared off inside the arena, each one emanating a strength of a 4-star fighter.
"This is the Knightly Court," Michael realized. "This is the territory of the Order of the Heavenly Knights."
And just as Grieve said, Michael did indeed catch wind of a talented individual sowhere inside the arena.
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