Renowned Artificer

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Cathan Leywin Pov

As we plowed our way through the crowds in City Square, I overheard various conversations about the Lances. These Six Lances were more than just a group of overpowered mages; they would soon become the very symbol of this continent.

Composed of two lances for each race, they were impartial towards all humans, elves, and dwarves. I had to hand it to the three royal families for coming up with such a bold plan. I wouldn't be surprised if this stirred up a new era of mages.

It's clear that the kings purposely put a bad light on this new continent. This mysterious potential common enemy would become the reason for the three races to unite.

Logically, there could be advantages, such as trading, knowledge of magic and artifacts, and different technology, but this could also potentially create competition.

The humans, elves, and dwarves are trying to be the first to reach the new continent to claim its resources. While this propaganda-Esque manipulation didn't quite sit well with me, it beat the consequences of going with the latter choice.

My father stepped into the carriage, waiting for us at the edge of City Square, instructing the driver to take him to the Helstea Auction House.

"I have a few things to take care of, so I'll meet you guys back home later tonight. Don't cause too much trouble. " My father gently gripped my arm and patted Sylvie, who was on top of Arthur's head.

"Caw!" Azrael let out a croak to get my father's attention.

"Azrael, you're in charge," Father said with a grin, patting Azrael, who gave my father a salute.

'You hear this, papa? I'm in charge!' Azrael announced proudly.

"Kyu!" Sylvie protested Azrael's statement.

At the sight of my father's carriage leaving our view, Vincent beckoned for a public carriage with a wave of his hand. Finally, an unpainted, wooden carriage pulled by two horses stopped for us with the driver tipping his hat as a silent introduction.

"Please take us to Gideon's facility," Vincent prompted, directing the driver to our next destination.

About thirty minutes into the drive, the scenery shifted from tall buildings into houses with signboards reading "Artifacts" and "Elixirs" on many of them.

I stared out the carriage window, making a mental note of stores I wanted to visit later until Vincent's voice stirred me out of my daze. "We're at the part of the city where all of the artificers gather. You'll see a lot of neat gadgets and other useful aids for mages if you guys want to check it out sometime."

This statement sparked Sylvie's interest because she kept trying to jump out the window. Azrael and Arthur had to hold her tail to keep her from eating all of the elixirs in Xyrus.

About an hour later, after we passed through the densest part of the city, we arrived at a large building. This building was a single story but was quite large in width, which was rare to see in a clustered city like Xyrus.

"We're here!" the driver announced as he opened the door for us.

Hopping out of the carriage after Vincent, we made our way to the unadorned front door. After a few knocks. A man with a grey mustache and dressed as a butler appeared, not opening the door completely.

"Greetings. Master Gideon is not- ah, hello, Master Vincent, please come in," he greeted, motioning us inside. 

Judging by the stern expression the butler had for a split second before realizing who we were, I'd have to guess that this Gideon person wasn't very welcoming of guests. As we stepped inside, a foul mixture of metal, herbs, and rotting material bombarded my nose. While the exterior was hardly impressive, the inside was less than appealing.

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