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Chapter 685: Citizen Roth
🕑 Added 2023-09-29 23:18:08 +0000 UTCAlex fought the panic rising in his chest.
His face remained a mask of calm, but dread stalked through every fibre of his being.
The council had asked no questions.
Not one.
He’d had no opportunity to defend himself, explain his position, or even try to bargain.
They were ready to decide his fate, and from the way they were acting, it was clear which direction they were leaning toward. In desperation, he prayed to the Traveller, watching each member of the council, trying to pierce their masks, searching for any hint of their true feelings.
Of course, he found nothing. They were masters at concealing what they were thinking and he was a novice compared to these ancient wizards.
Professor Jules suddenly leapt from her seat. “Councillors!” she cried. “Councillor Kartika! Shouldn’t we discuss this—”
The councillor held up two of six hands. “My fellow honourable councillors have the right of it,” she said grimly. “We have considered the evidence you’ve brought before us, the petitions on Mr. Roth’s behalf—as well as those against him—our relationship with Thameland, our need for dungeon cores, and the development of Generasi in the future. This hearing was more of a courtesy, than anything; to see if you or Mr. Roth had new information that would shift our opinions.”
“But we have heard nothing to make us do so,” Councillor Solaris said, his voice as deep as the crack of doom. “The information you brought before us today was either already known to the council, or only served to enhance what we knew. The matter is settled, now our will can be done.”
“But—” Alex started.
“The wizard-council of Generasi’s rulings are absolute in this city, Mr. Roth,” Councillor Ebenhad said. “As you are about to learn. Listen to our verdict with dignity, at least.”
Before Alex could continue, Councillor Firenza raised her hand.
“We will now vote on the following issue: Is the Thameish wizard known as Alexander Roth, also known as the Fool of Thameland or the Fool of Uldar, to be extradited to the custody of the crown of Thameland and the church of Uldar?” she asked. “Or will he be allowed to stay in the City of Generasi. Is the question understood?”
“It is,” the council echoed.
Rage burned hot in Alex like boiling lava, eating away his earlier fear and panic.
After everything he’d done.
After all he’d sacrificed.
This was how it was going to end?
Everything he’d done to get to Generasi, the battles he’d fought within its walls, all the time he’d spent researching, finding solutions…in the end, was this all it was worth? Was he—despite everything he’d given to this city, his name, his reputation—still nothing more than a useless Fool?
A tool of a dead god?
No.
It was not going to end this way.
Not if he could help it.
If he teleported away, he could grab some supplies from home and be in the Rhinean Empire in no time.
“Then let us cast our votes,” Councillor Firenza said. “All those in favour of extraditing Alex Roth to Thameland, voice your vote.”
Guards tensed below the platform.
Alex reached for the Traveller’s power in his soul…
The council chamber was silent.
It remained so.
What was—
“Very well, all those in favour of allowing Mr. Roth to remain in Generasi?” Councillor Firenza said.
“Aye!” the wizards said as one.
Alex gaped, stunned into silence.
Before his mind could catch up, several councillors raised their hands.
Councillor Solaris was first. He smiled. “I put forth the motion that Alex Roth—and his sapient family members—be offered immediate citizenship to our wonderful city.”
A few other councillors shot him hard looks, and said nothing, slowly putting their hands down.
“Councillor Calliope,” the engeli-blooded man turned to the ancient councillor, looking directly into her blazing green eyes. “Might I trust your department to accelerate the citizenship process?”
“Why yes,” she said, “in light of Mr. Roth’s achievements and service to the city—as well as the services provided by Claygon and Ms. Lu—I believe we could have them swearing oaths to the council and the city by the end of the week.”
“Excellent, then does anyone oppose citizenship for the Roth family?” Councillor Solaris asked.
Kartika glared at him.
“Nay!” the council replied.
“Very well, then the motion passes. Alex Roth will not be extradited to Thameland against his will—and furthermore—he and his family will enjoy the full protections, privileges and responsibilities of a citizen of our fine city,” Solaris pronounced. “Let this be recorded.”
“It is done,” the yellow robed wizard said.
“And with that,” Bwanatembo smiled at Alex and Professor Jules. “I do believe it is lunchtime. You two must be stressed, why don’t you join us for our repast? We have a private dining hall at the very top of this building with an absolutely marvelous view. There’s nothing like a little food, a little conversation…and a bit of midday wine or cocktails if we’re feeling naughty, to de-stress. Go, summon your family from the waiting room, and we can all enjoy a nice meal together.”
Alex, still gaping, looked at Professor Jules. “What just happened?” he whispered.
She gaped back at him. “We won…other than that? I have no idea?”
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“I have a quaint little seaside villa on the southern coast of the island, beyond the Barrens,” Councillor Bwanatembo was saying, smiling at a very surprised Alex and a very shocked Theresa. “The estate is a fine one, and from the tallest tower, one can actually see the coast of the southlands on a clear day. I keep plenty of game stocked in my preserve—beasts and monsters from all over the world—and wine?” He smacked his lips. “You really should come down. I actually have some security gaps, I think one of your golems would nicely resolve—”
Soon he found himself standing with another councillor in the dining hall.
“You know,” Councillor Calliope said, her green eyes burning. “I have a great-great grandson about your younger sister’s age. I think they would get along famously, and you would love my great-granddaughter’s family; they have a compound on an island off the eastern coast, and the fishing there is something I think would make even your taste buds sing. Why don’t you join us one day? We might be able to work out a little contract, perhaps my family could supply some seafood for one of your restaurants.”
“Oh, er, I run bakeries, for now,” Alex had said.
“Ah, but you could expand into seafood, couldn’t you? It’s very lucrative. Roth Family Fin and Flounder has a nice ring for an eatery, doesn’t it? You know, I have the perfect lot that would suit such a venture. I think a partnership—”
Other council members joined in with their own pitches.
“Citizenship was my idea, you know,” Councillor Solaris said, with Councillor Firenza at his side. “I looked into this…Fool of Uldar business.”
“Absolute, barbaric nonsense,” Firenza said. “It reminds me of when those of demonic blood were persecuted. I couldn’t let such a thing happen to you.”
“We couldn’t,” Solaris agreed. “You know, though, speaking of not letting certain things happen, it just so happens that I’m in charge of research and development for Generasi’s navy, and it’s come to my attention that you’ve been doing wonders for a certain shipping company’s nautical endeavours. Perhaps we could have a little chat?”
“Only after my chat,” Firenza chuckled, her eyes flashing. Again, Alex noted the hypnotic quality of both her face and her voice, a voice that again seemed to worm its way into his mind. “I have been making forays into some personal blood magic research, and was quite amazed to learn that you were able to forge the bond of the blood familiar—” Her eyes flicked to Theresa. “—and I wonder if you both would meet with me under more private circumstances to compare notes. If we put our heads together—”
More conversations.
More offers.
More councillors trying to forge connections between Alex and their own interests.
It was overwhelming, and the Thameish wizard’s—soon also Generasian wizard’s—reeling brain could barely keep up.
Things had moved so quickly, Alex was still stunned.
After the verdict, Theresa and Claygon had joined him, Professor Jules and the twelve councillors for a leisurely lunch in the private dining hall overlooking the city on the top floor of the building. Glass walls allowed for a perfect view of the city, the Prinean, and the countryside. Comfortable chairs—gilded, silken, and stuffed—invited one to sink down in them and never leave. At the very centre of the room stood a graceful fountain carved in the shapes of the four dragon statues outside.
They were all seated around ovular tables, enjoying a lunch of grilled seafood, wild rice, blackened red peppers, and smoked root vegetables.
The food was excellent, of course, the city had standards to uphold, after all, but the richest part of the meal wasn’t the food, it was the lively interaction between various councillors, Alex, Theresa, and Claygon. Business offers flew throughout the meal. After introducing themselves, these wizards quickly revealed what they were truly after, a connection with the Roth family and new opportunities and partnerships. Many eyed Claygon, their admiration plain. They grilled Theresa about hunting dungeon cores, and building security teams. They asked Alex about dungeon core essence and applications for it, about aeld trees and his staff. All of the attention almost made Alex’s knees buckle.
For the better part of an hour, he’d barely managed to exchange a word with Theresa, Claygon or Professor Jules, but—finally—he managed to slip away and get Councillor Kartika alone.
“What happened?” he choked out, bewildered. Theresa and Claygon were near the fountain surrounded by the rest of the council. “I thought you were going to send me away?”
“Really?” Kartika’s eyebrows rose in surprise. “Whatever for?”
“Because you said…that…you all weighed the weight of a kingdom against an individual or something like that. You talked about the dungeon cores…I was even told to listen to your verdict with dignity!” Alex hissed.
Kartika laughed quietly. “We did weigh the possibilities, and we found the value of yourself as an individual far outweighed the value of your kingdom.”
Alex flinched, not knowing whether to be insulted on behalf of his people, or to feel complimented.
Kartika continued. “I mean this with no offence, but—aside from the dungeon cores—Thameland has little to offer us. Nothing, actually, Mr. Roth. It’s far less advanced than we are in magic and in many other areas, their natural resources—again, aside from the dungeon cores—are not unique. While the realm does have excellent farmland, we do not need new sources of food in the city…in short, if your king loses his temper with us, we lose little of value.”
“But what about the dungeon cores?” Alex asked.
She chuckled darkly. “We have the right to harvest them under our treaty, and that contract says nothing about needing to extradite a ‘Fool of Thameland’ to preserve it. If your king tries to block us from our research or harvest, he will be in direct violation of our agreement, and all the funding we have been sending his way will dry up. We have been feeding and armouring Thameland’s soldiers, keeping King Athelstan’s treasury full, and providing equipment for his vassals. If he wants to financially devastate Thameland, he is free to go against us. Further, if he tries to block us from our activities…well…”
The councillor’s smile was decidedly evil. “We would be authorised to use our military might to protect our own interests. And naturally, we have analysed that scenario; Thameland loses all military conflict with Generasi about ninety-nine times out of one hundred. Occupying their land would invite unruly actions like guerilla warfare against us…but crushing a few armies that are trying to block us from harvesting dungeons? Child’s play.”
She placed two hands on his shoulder. “But you, Mr. Roth? You have value. You have a lot of value. Your businesses are improving Generasi’s culinary culture and—in time—might prove to be a fine point for tourism across the Prinean. Not to mention must of us get our breakfasts from you each morning.” She winked, giving him a broad smile. “You’ve succeeded in making significant alchemical breakthroughs—”
The councillor gestured to Claygon. “—and they’ve already proven that they could change the course of history. You have developed new golems, an exceptionally fine staff, and even new developments in nautical travel. And—if I understand this ‘Mark of the Fool’ correctly—that’s only the beginning. You are progressing your talent at this early stage of your life. But once you fully come into your own and have finished your training in alchemy? Your situation will only improve. We have great expectations for you, Mr. Roth; we can see that you—and your cabal—are talents worth having around. Your young sister’s potential for fire magic could prove a great boon to our city…letting such a family go would be absolutely foolish. And since we are all too old to be that foolish, we were never going to let you go. That wily bastard Solaris even decided to suggest your citizenship first—which was my idea, by the way—to get you to owe him something.”
Alex could barely understand the depth of what had happened, it was far more than he’d ever expected. Him, a baker’s assistant from Alric, had more value than his entire realm to one of the most powerful ruling councils in the world.
Was he dreaming?
Had he hit his head on something?
After he’d been interrogated by Ferrero and Gustavo last year, he’d vowed to build his reputation in Generasi to have value to the city, but was he worth this much? So much that his entire country could be cast aside as no more than a bump on the road to dungeon cores?
“When…when did you decide all this?” Alex asked.
“Two days after I sent you the letter inviting you to council,” she chuckled. “This was mostly a formality; and that’s why you were told to have dignity. If we are going to have connections with you, we can’t have you breaking down in the middle of council.”
She extended two hands toward Alex to shake his. “So, welcome to Generasi, new citizen. I’m sure we’ll be able to help each other a great deal. Oh, and on that point, I have a wonderful property in the city with a fantastic view. It was an investment property, but I’d be willing to part with it at a reasonable price, in exchange for a golem or two. Perhaps even a trade would work. Oh, and by the way, we’ll need to get your citizenship finalised before any meetings with King Athelstan take place.”
Alex stared at her, hardly hearing her words.
He should be ecstatic.
He’d won.
But, what if he hadn’t developed the ‘worth’ that the council found so desirable.
Would he have been dragged off in chains?
As conflict touched his spirit, he could only wonder.
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Author's Note
Hello thirty-two cool fools, almighty chosen, wise sages, and mighty champions! Thank you for your support!
Hey, so book 5 will be stubbing next week since it launches on amazon on the 11th of October.
Also we'll reach the end of Rune Seeker book 1 on royal road next week after some chapter dumps (Book 2 should be starting almost immediately). The week after it'll be stubbing, because it's going to be released on amazon. It's also going to have an audio book coming out, narrated by Ralph Lister, who narrated Steven Erikson's Malazan Series and also voiced Walter in Hellsing.
But...THE AUDIOBOOK FOR BOOK 4 OF FOOL WILL BE OUT ON OCTOBER 25TH. BIG MONTH. LET'S GOOOO
Cya tomorrow!
Comments
lenkite
I can understand Alex feeling nervous and scared. But Jules ? She should already know how the Generasi council works. Otherwise she shouldn't have been put in charge of the expedition if she has no experience at leadership.
Book8er
This chapter had ‘meat’ but it was off and didn’t make any sense. The author spent chapter after chapter rehashing how competent and how much experience Alex has gained and then THREW it out the window. Non of his reactions made sense, he honestly looked like a Fool this chapter. Idk what is happening to this series but damn this is disappointing. Shame on me for paying for this and shame on the author for the sloppy writing.
So sad. Just caught up for the first time. The wait is going to kill me!
Sam
Holy Heroes assemble!
patrick n thomas
Now can’t help but see Alex as the iron man of that universe
