TBATE | The chosen emissary

Chapter 2: Unwanted attention

The news of the Kinsteel house's first born son becoming the first natural talent of Dicathen to awaken at the age of 1, an age when all kids were supposed to just learning to walk and talk, caused a stir in the Sapin kingdom in particular and maybe the whole continent in general if the news reached both the land of the Elf and the Dwarf.

Immediately, King Blaine Glayder directly went to the house to congratulate Vigor's parents. But, of course, that was all on the surface, only for formality between nobles. This king's main goal was of course to recruit him into his side. And maybe even potentially turning him into a Lance in future.

Blaine Glayder's POV:

Sitting inside the royal carriage, I locked my gaze at the overall view of Valden city through the window of my seat. It has indeed been a while since the last time I paid this place a visit. From my child hood memories, this city was once a poor area, degraded considerably due to severe influence from the Second War occurred between elves and humans. The rate of poverty and hunger was so high, the people at that time would usually only have two outcomes: one was to be sold into slavery, the other was to wait for the scythe of death to save them from suffering. Until that clan showed up. After the war, the Kinsteel family decided to move their residence here, at that time the other nobles thought the Kinsteel family head was paranoid because there was no reason to choose to live in a desolate place of hell instead of the prosperous Xyrus.

But who would have thought that, in just a few years, the Kinsteel family had completely saved Valden from the fate of becoming a dead city. They have not only received and saved hundreds or even thousands of families and homeless people but also recruited them to work for them. As a result, despite the loss of a large investment, thanks to Kinsteel's genius strategies in regards to business, their number of human resources became the most abundant in Dicathen. Since then, more and more people have come here to trade magic necessities such as weapons, potions and elixirs with this talented family. As a result, not only the Kinsteel family but also the citizens benefited, Valden's economy has recovered strongly and then rapidly growing. The amount of dwellers increased back to normal and of course, the rate of poverty and hunger have been completely wiped out.

"My king, we have arrived to our destination. The Kinsteel's manor.", my servant informs me.

I see a great, stone structure rising in the distance, blocking its overall view is a giant granite wall heights about 20 feet with guards standing on it. In the middle of the wall is a heavy vertically-closing gate - a portcullis. As the gate keeper walking to the carriage window to clarify my identity, I simply showed my face and he hastily greeting me in formal. He hurrily ordered his men to open the gate to let me pass when I demanded him to let me meet his master - Benjamin Kinsteel.

My wagon continues to move on the grey-stoned path leads right to the Kinsteel's manor built on a small steep hill. The manor was no ordinary noble houses. It was more like a castle, a literal military fortress that was strongly reinforced with sturdy building materials instead of a fancy looking mansion. Not to mention, there also must be over a hundred guards in there that can be considered as a small army, readily to protect this place from any invaders.

The moment we came closer to the Kinsteel's manor, what caught me in surprised were blacksmith workshops, a lot of blacksmith workshops. The quantity must have been over 20 workshops. Even with the carriage's interior made from external sound-reducing wood, I could still hear the sound of hammer hitting metal parts of the forgers all around.

Stepping outside the wagon, accompanied me were my servant and 4 royal guards coming out from the second wagon following us. I saw an old gentleman with a thin build, dressed in a proper black tailcoat tuxedo, approaching me.
Then, he stopped and dropped down to show polite: