Roland spent the rest of the night in a cold cell. The people in this world apparently didn’t care much about their prisoners. The place he had to be was infested with rats, was cold and uncomfortable. There wasn’t even a bed or a chair to sit on, he had to lean against the wall. Luckily they let him keep his clothes that were thick enough to get him through this chilly night.
He wondered if these guards would be punished if it came to light that he was an actual n.o.ble’s son. There were laws in place that forbid imprisonment of n.o.bles in places like this before a trial. Even then, most sentences would at most strip some of the n.o.ble's status, or they just had to pay a fine and take a blow to their reputation.
The aristocrats took things like this very seriously here. Some would even rather die than be stripped of their t.i.tles and lands. They would fight with all their might against things like that ever happening, even if it got b.l.o.o.d.y.
He couldn’t really sleep so he had some time to think. He was worried that someone would ransack his workshop and even steal his money. He had most of his possessions in his spatial bag that was confiscated on the way here. He had to give it away as he didn’t really have any other option.
He didn’t think anyone would want this magic paddle design. The magic scrolls that he had were another thing, he even had some that were meant for the store. Roland frowned at his lack of power, he needed to improve himself faster if he ever wished to be self-sufficient.
He was lucky that the a.s.sa.s.sin didn’t take him seriously. Otherwise, he would probably be dead. The person he was going against was a tier 2 and probably proficient at a.s.sa.s.sination. Hiding his true abilities was apparently the smart choice. Until he reached a certain threshold it would probably be unwise to show off more of his skills.
The night continued and In the morning someone finally decided to shop up. It was another guard that came to pick him up and he looked a bit apprehensive while opening his cell.
“You may leave.”
He said while prompting Roland to go outside. This was a surprise, the other guards told him that he would be questioned in the morning. For some reason he was free to go, could they really have figured out his true ident.i.ty. Roland’s heart rate increased at that thought as he really didn’t want to go back to his cozy family.
“I’m free to go? Why?”
He asked while hoping for the best.
“Yes, someone vouched for you.”
The guard replied while the two started going out. He didn’t look like a person that would know much so Roland decided to leave it at this. He was brought to another room and was handed his bag of holding. He instantly checked if nothing was taken and if all of the coins, items, and scrolls were there.
Only after doing this, he decided to leave. Outside he received the answer to why he was allowed to leave without much ha.s.sle. There was a co-worker from the Exeor company there to greet him.
The store he was working for was called Exeor’s Magic Emporium but the whole company was just named by the owner. There were various other chain stores, you could even find some restaurants in some other cities. This company was even a notch above the other merchant council members.
The person he was looking at wasn’t someone that he was particularly familiar with. He had seen him around the store and he mostly took care of some odd jobs. He was of the halfling race and he was also an aspiring alchemist working in the store. Their ages were similar but the halfling here was just in his first tier 1 cla.s.s. This was also why he needed to do c.u.mbersome work. He was one of those people that signed one of the less stellar contracts.
“Fosco was it? Why are you here?”
Roland asked while walking out of the guardpost he was imprisoned in. Buildings like this were spread throughout the city and used as temporary holding for criminals. The person would await the decision of an officer before getting transferred to a larger jail or let go. Things like trials weren’t a thing for common people with no money. An officer had enough power to take care of such things instead of a judge. The city lords would only care if the person getting accused was someone with money or friends in high places.
Fasco looked up to Roland with a slight frown on his face. The two started work at about the same time but the human was getting a lot more attention. This made the halfling youth a bit jealous.
“Not like I wanted to come here, the boss just told me to give the guard captain a letter in the morning.”
“Is that so… anything else?”
Roland replied while asking.
“No.”
Fasco was also ordered to wait for Roland and tend to any of his needs. He didn’t want to reveal that part though. Roland figured this out as the youth remained in place even though he should be done with his a.s.signment.
“You can leave, I don’t need anything else from you, I’ll go talk to the manager myself.”
The halfling flinched after Roland somehow found out about his ploy. He was now slightly worried that the human would tell this to his boss and he would be punished. Roland on the other hand didn’t care and didn’t want the halfling to bother him anymore.
After some back and forth Fasco and Roland finally went their own ways. The human youth needed to go talk with his supervisor. He had a suspicion that the thieves weren’t there to rob him but just to a.s.sa.s.sinate him instead. He didn’t recall offending anyone in the city, he mostly kept to himself for the time he spent here.
The only person who could be after his life would be someone from his own family that he left behind. Though it was a bit far fetched that he was found here or that they would risk making moves in the territory of a count. The possibility was still there, but the probability was quite low.
The more plausible theory was that it was related to Exeor. They suspiciously bailed him out from the prison without him even having to ask for it. He also knew that there were some shady things happening in the background. He heard rumors about shipments getting robbed and increased thief activity.
He needed more information, the gnome manager was probably informed about what was happening here. Before that, he returned to his humble workshop. When he arrived he spotted a guard, he was also a worker from Exeor’s Emporium. This was a bit surprising, either the company cherished him as a worker or they were just defending their a.s.set. There were even some men checking out the blown-up window and the trashed room.
He didn’t really talk with them much before going inside. He was sure to hide the runic equipment he was making in his spatial bag, but he didn’t have enough time to hide every little thing yesterday night. Some information leakes could have happened and his boss might already know that he could craft runes. That is if he didn’t already know the moment he changed cla.s.ses just like last time.
Roland needed to make another decision. His life was at stake yet again, he could either run away or somehow work it through. The only people that he could realistically rely on here were the people from the company that hired him. It at least seemed that they were willing to help him by the fact that they bailed him out of jail. They were even fixing his workshop, he also hoped it was free of charge.He wasn’t sure if he wanted to live there anymore after what happened.
Before making a final decision he needed to have a talk with the gnome manager. He didn’t really want to leave the city, everything he needed to train his smithing cla.s.s was already here. Starting from the bottom in a new place would be tiring but if he needed to leave then he wouldn’t hesitate. He had done it successfully before and he could do it once more.
There was one thing he thought about making now, a bicycle. After going back and forth so many times he was thinking about crafting one. With his current skills, it would be difficult. The hardest thing would probably be the chain along with the chain ring. He also would probably have to make one without tires which would bring the comfort down quite a bit. There were things like airless tires, he could probably go in that direction if he found the right material.
While thinking about the validity of a bicycle-powered by runes and with speed buffs he arrived at the store. He entered as usual and headed up to the second floor. No one stopped him and he didn’t need the sun elf woman to guide him there either as everyone knew him here already.
He even saw her going out of the gnome’s office. She had a less than stellar look on her face, Roland wouldn’t ask her about it though. It was slightly strange, she always did bother him with the big sister nonsense whenever he saw her. This time around she looked preoccupied with her own thoughts.
Roland wasn’t one to bother others so he just knocked on the door and waited. After a few seconds, he got a reply.
“Who is it, I’m busy!”
He heard the grumpy voice of the gnome that he still didn’t know the name of.
“It’s me, Roland. I'm Here to talk about what happened last night.”
He replied while still waiting outside.
“Already? Fine, come in and close the door behind you.”
So he did, the manager was just sitting there with his pipe in his mouth. He didn’t seem to be that busy but he did have a solemn look on his face. After a moment of silence, the older man was the first one to speak up.
“You alright kid? It's not easy to kill someone that is a tier above you.”
“So, you've already heard of it? What else do you know…”
The youth quickly asked while moving closer to the manager. The old gnome just blew out some smoke through his nose. He looked at Roland while thinking about his next sentence.
“I guess I should tell you about this, you’ve probably figured out that this wasn’t simple burglary…”
Roland raised his brow slightly, it looked like the gnome was willing to talk. He expected him to dance around the problem and maybe giving him some snippets of information here and there. The whole thing was indeed suspicious.
Why would a tier 2 thief try to rob an old warehouse with a tier 1 blacksmith inside? They moved for profit and there was none to get there, even the runic equipment he made wasn’t worth the ha.s.sle.
“Yeah… those guys weren’t there to rob me. They went straight to my room…”
“Oh? You saw them go to your room?”
The manager cut Roland off before he could continue. Clearly interested in the fact that the youth somehow saw the burglars go into his house. Then he was even able to somehow evade their detection to witness them go into his room.
“I… yes I saw them, I hid my presence with one of my runic scrolls.”
Roland didn’t feel like denying his abilities in this instance mattered much. The person here knew that he was able to make runic scrolls and he only used one of them to hide in the shadows.
“Interesting… but how did you know that they were there?”
Somehow the conversation shifted to the manager asking Roland about the previous night while the youth answered. He gave him a shortened version including the detection spell usage along with the other spell that allowed him to hide in the shadows. He didn’t mention that the life detection spell was inscribed on metal though.
“Hoh? Not bad there kid, not bad at all.”
The manager nodded at the explanation but he was fast to point out the inconsistencies within it.
“Detect life? That spell has a limited range, to use scrolls for it would be a bit costly…”
Roland remained silent and didn’t really confirm his new cla.s.s choice. His boss didn’t really need to know everything as he didn’t know if he could trust him with everything.
“Think we went off-topic there. So, do you know why they came to that warehouse for a no-name blacksmith or scribe like me? There is nothing there of value to steal either.”
He finally got fed up with the questions and asked directly.
“There isn’t?”
The gnome smirked a bit which caused Roland to think that he knew something. The manager finally decided to reply to the question after seeing the youth’s face scrunching up.
“We’ve been having problems recently, things going missing, shipments misplaced, customers complaining…”
The gnome started listing some things that were going wrong. He also mentioned that this wasn’t an isolated incident and that other stores and establishments that didn’t belong to him were getting attacked by an unknown force.
“Do you know who it is? Are they going to do it again? Shouldn’t the city lord get involved in something like this?”
Roland naturally asked as he still feared for his life. There was no guarantee that someone wouldn’t come for him during the night again.
“The city lord... Don’t count on the n.o.bles to do anything kid. You can stop worrying, I had someone look into it. Nothing like this will happen again, I can guarantee you this.”
The manager said while blowing out some smoke from his mouth.
“You can guarantee it?”
Roland replied while tilting his head to the side and slightly frowning. He still wasn’t sure if he could trust the old man. He didn’t interact with him that much even though he had been working for him for over a year now.
“We will also install a safety barrier around that wareho… workshop of yours… So stop worrying and get back to work. Also, you can have these…”
The gnome turned to the side and threw two books towards Roland. The youth grabbed them nicely thanks to his high dexterity stat. He looked at the two books wondering what this was about. His eyebrow shot up slightly the moment he read the t.i.tles of these books.
The first one contained the knowledge of runesmith skills he already knew. It was a ‘Runecraft’ Skill book that would be something blacksmiths with a mana scribe cla.s.s would want to get their hands on. After learning it they would be allowed to change their cla.s.ses to runesmith. Normally he would be happy about this but he already had learned this skill.
The other one was more interesting though, the t.i.tle was ‘Runic ethereal pathways and how to use them in rune smithing.’ This one was more of a brow raiser, from the long name of this skill book he had an idea what it was about. This felt like it was a more intricate skill that runesmiths should only be able to get.
Roland looked to the gnome, his eyes going a bit wider along with his mouth. He was speechless for a moment but he kind of knew that the gnome was giving him this as a sort of apology and also a bribe. Before he could voice a question the manager spoke out first.
“I was saving the first one till you were in the later levels but it doesn’t seem that you will be needing it anymore. It will still increase your skill progress so you should read it.”
“...So you knew?”
Roland asked while grasping the accessory that was supposed to keep his status hidden. The guards had taken it away while he was in the jail cell. He had put it back during the way here, did someone check his status before he got there, or did the manager search his warehouse?
“I have my ways, no use hiding your skills from me kid, I’m not your enemy. I’ll give you a good price for everything you make, remember that well!”
Roland looked at the two skill books. He could throw them back and have the gnome owe him for not being able to protect him. He realised that his boss knew something but would probably not give him detailed information. The new skill that he received was tempting though a skill book like this would cost many golden coins if he tried buying it himself.
The company he was working for seemed to be increasing the defensive measures at his workshop. It would probably be still a gamble to remain there, moving to a safer district would be more appropriate. The gnome also never mentioned his n.o.ble status so the Arden estate probably wasn’t involved. This only left a few other options, one being that it was a feud between this company and another force.
It would probably be better for him if it was only that. Otherwise, it meant that someone hated him enough to send a.s.sa.s.sins after him. That possibility was low if he took out his n.o.ble status from the equation.
“Can I get a guarantee on a contract?”
He asked while the gnome clenched his jaw tightly and wanted to shout out some profanities at the youth.
“You smelly brat, just because you have a prestige cla.s.s don’t get too c.o.c.ky!”
“It is because of it that I am though. I’d sleep better knowing I have a nice contract protecting my life. Someone once told me that my cla.s.s was unique and worth a lot. Would be sad if someone with a rare cla.s.s like that just walked away, wouldn’t it?”
Roland quickly replied while the manager’s expression got quite ugly. His nose was really scrunched up and the hand that was holding the pipe was shaking around furiously.
Roland actually felt some kind of strange pressure coming from that small body. He wasn’t sure how strong this gnome was but he was probably a tier 3. The small body started looking really huge the more he continued to stare at him.
“Look at this cheeky brat…”
The gnome started laughing uncomfortably before giving another reply.
“You want a contract, very well! But it won’t be as one-sided as you want it to be!
The manager’s eyes showed a strange glint as he busted out some paper and a pen. A strenuous reevaluation of his old contract awaited him. He knew he was in for a different kind of battle, he needed to see if the new contract clauses didn’t screw him over in the long run. Luckily he had gone through a lot of books and knew how to handle these types of situations. He at least had to get a new location for his workshop that wasn’t so close to the slums.