The First Legendary Beast Master

Chapter 1283  Impressing Royalty

Despite Karlʼs suspicions, Tiffaniʼs group had registered completely legitimately. Matilda had informed the vampire that the arena would open, and she informed one of her friends to come watch the fights last night, then to register for the morning. So, while four of the five had not been here, one had, and that was all you actually needed to register for the arena in advance.

They were no longer taking reservations for the following day, though. All battles registered today would expire after a day. If the line got too long, the fights would expire, and you would have to register again. That should take some of the risk of fighters not arriving on time for their fights, due to long wait times. But the number of them who had chosen to register in groups of five to fight a boss level monster would do even more. Five individual fights would take quite a while in the arena, but they could have twenty challengers on the floor to do four boss fights at the same time.

While the fights were prepared, Karl sat in the employee section right next to the arena, below the level of the front-row seats, and began to work on a fresh batch of accessories for the Alliance.

Even with the upgraded dungeons, they still needed a lot of gear for the Mythic Teams, and now Karl could make them even better items, personally tailored to their skills.

Dana was in the same situation, but she had been captured by Sapphire, and was currently helping write spell books for their advancement project. The other Guilds would surely come to ask them to go to a Dungeon soon, and before that could happen, the blue dragon wanted at least one or two new mage skills to pass out to the rest of her inscription team.

Karl felt the shift of mana in the area as Azov opened a portal to the hotel section, then another that brought a group of Mythic Rank people into the building.

[They are meeting with the Kopji Royals.] The front desk clerk informed Karl when she sensed his interest.

So much for the Immortal Regentʼs vacation. He was back to work this morning, with a slightly more entertaining view than usual.

The boardroom in the hotel also overlooked the area, so they could chat in privacy and watch the fights. But they would also have all the amenities that they could want in a meeting room. The use of the [Illusionary Domain] spell made nearly anything that they could request possible, as long as it was something that Opalʼs constructs could understand.

The Regent was taking full advantage of that, calling for staff to come and pour the othersʼ favourite beverages with a thought, and causing charts to appear on the projector as he spoke.

It was a simple trick of telepathy, communicating with the hotel clerk in the room. But to the others, it was pure showmanship.

”Oh, the fights are starting. This should be interesting. All four groups chose to challenge boss monsters.” Azov informed the gathered Royals, distracting them from the political issues they had come to discuss.

The Silver Dragon Prince of Kopji rolled his chair to the window, eager to find out as much as he could about this wonderful new bit of magic. Azov knew that a Silver Dragon couldnʼt resist, and the fights would serve as the perfect way to keep tensions in the room from getting too high. The nations all bordered each other, and all the leaders had their own pride, so any deals they made were always short term.

That might be a practical way to keep resentment from building, but for an Immortal, it became an eternal loop of renegotiating the same issues every decade.

If that old dragon and her Guild Members were going to cause him this many headaches, he was going to use them in every way possible so that he didnʼt have to listen to these whelps bicker for days on end.

It was the least that they could do.

The Immortal snapped his attention to the door as the silencing spell informed them all that the door had opened. That could only be done by arena staff, as it was locked from the inside. But what he found was a Dark Elven High Priestess, with a cart full of food from the restaurant on the main floor.

”Reception informed us that a luncheon had been scheduled. We used our recorded data for those who did not specify a meal from the menu.” The High Priestess informed them.

”Mythic Priestesses as servers? Isnʼt that a bit too luxurious?” One of the Princes muttered.

The Elf smiled at him. ”We have been promised that we will be allowed to terrorize those who attempt to run out on their bill until we are satisfied with their repentance.” The Dragonkin Prince frowned. That wasnʼt possible. He certainly believed that Matildaʼs followers would have approved it. But it simply wasnʼt physically possible to satisfy a Dark Elf that you were properly repentant for stealing from them. They would torture such an unfortunate soul well beyond their natural lifespan.

Azov shrugged. The city guard would come to get them after a few days when someone reported them missing. But the Priestess was a construct, so it might not be quite as terrifying as an actual High Priestess of the Spider Goddess.

Then he remembered who was on the advisory team for this project. Between the Spider, the Badger and Karl giving them bad ideas, it might actually be more terrifying to be caught by the construct than an actual High Priestess.

”Oh, Tiffani is in the first group. It looks like theyʼve gotten a good fight this time.” The Silver Dragon announced, drawing Azovʼs attention to the arena. Indeed, the Vampireʼs group had gotten a great opponent. They were facing a Totem Ranked Obsession Demon of the species known as Oathbreaker, after a legendary hero of the species.

It was an excellent match for their agility-based team.

But what was Karl doing? Azov was sure that he was sitting by the arena, making Mythic Rank accessories in public. The man had no sense of discretion, even if only the hotel was high enough to look down into his seating section.

”Miss, I will need a cask of Dwarven Whiskey when you get a chance.”