Blood Elf Monarch

Tristan has not yet fully grasped the situation, but he knows things have become more complicated.

With the previous mayor dead, that means he needed Uriel's aid more than ever. Unfortunately, the lazy bum decided to hide behind his many imaginary duties.

This development only annoyed him even more. He was still angry about how the mayor came so late to the last battle. 

Tristan raised his voice and decided to demand instead of politely ask, but it appears the fat elf only got more defensive about it. To add salt to the wound, even his wife had started to defend him.

Urgh… Tristan realized that he was too easily angered these days.

He took a deep breath and calmed himself down. Anger would only make it harder to use his brain.

After he cooled down, an idea formed in his mind. He gave Uriel his best smile and continued to his next agenda to visit this mayor. He asked politely about his orc friends who were supposed to be under the mayor's care.

Luckily, he was able to help solve this issue. Tristan asked the mayor to show him where they were, and both decided to meet up in the Erantell southern gate in two hours.

Within that time, he had some things to do.

First, he took a leisurely walk towards the adventure guild. 

Just like their first visit, the place was filled with adventurers chatting and laughing with each other. Some were busy discussing their next mission, while some queued in front of the receptionist to accept a mission.

He came here for one purpose, that is, to get his reward for the last orc camp quest.

With a grin, he walked over to the reception table and saw the same cat-eared woman coming to help him.

Tristan told her about the job and showed her his silver badge as confirmation. She gave him a smile and a nod, before focusing on the stack of papers in front of her. She shuffled through the data

After a few minutes, she gave him another smile, but this time Tristan could see that it was slightly forced. "I am sorry sir, the rewards have already been collected."

"…"

"Calm down, Tristan". He thought to himself and once more had to restrain the urge to punch the nearest object.

Was it Borin? It seems that he was the only one who dared to come and collect it, but there could be-

in the middle of thinking, the cat-eared woman said.

"According to our data here, it was collected by a silver-ranked adventurer called Seth."

"…"

He calmed himself down a few seconds ago, but he felt as if he was about to burst right this moment.

The reward was three gold coins, a paltry sum compared to what he received from the orc's warchief Ghral. But, money is still money, and he won't just stand by after knowing someone stole from him. He thanked the cat-eared girl before walking out.

"Seth! If I see you again, I'll make sure you'll be my blood slave until your death!"

Once outside, he shouted in anger, to the shock and confusion of people passing around him. Even Serene who stood by his side stared at him in confusion.

Seeing her confused gaze, Tristan once more tried to calm himself down.

Dammit, why do people keep trying to mess with me!

Regardless, there was no use staying and fuming here. He had two hours, and there were other things he should do.

The next place he decided to head to was the mage guild. 

He didn't know whether Carleon city has any mages' guild, but he has been itching to get some new fire spells ever since he discovered his elemental affinity.

Hence, he jumped at the mage guild's assistance without hesitation and asked for their collection of fire element spells. Hopefully, acquiring them would somehow quell his temper.

Just like before, he was brought to the back room. Now that he knows that most of the scrolls were made by the elves, he understood why there were plenty of choices for water, earth, and plant spells, while the others are lacking and a little bit more pricey.

Tristan looked at the assistant and was about to ask for the source of other elements' scrolls, only for her to answer that the fire element spells were created by Master Tobias, the royal magician.

He remembered that name. It's that old magician who held him down before.

Either way, there was nothing to be gained from caring too much about who made it. As long as the spell could be useful to him, there's no need to spend energy thinking about such things.

[Heat Touch: Rank 1]

[Concentrate heat on the palm and the fingers.]

[Heat Detection: Rank 1]

[Sense living creatures by tracking their body heat.]

[Fire Resistance: Rank 1]

[Increase body resistance to fire]

[Fire Aura: Rank 3]

[Coat the body with fiery aura, enhancing the user's body]

[Fireball: Rank 3]

[Create a ball of fire that explodes upon contact, damaging everything in proximity]

[Price of Spells]

[Rank 1 fire spell: 10 silver coins]

[Rank 2 fire spell: 30 silver coin]

[Rank 3 fire spell: 1 gold coin]

Tristan took care to count all the spells he took before he nodded to the assistant. "Yes, I will take all of them."

Serene stayed silent. She watched him buy all these spells while she questioned whether Tristan could use all of them.

Right as he was about to leave, the assistant stopped him and told him there was a rank 4 spell that arrived recently, but she was not sure whether Tristan would want it and if he could cast a tier 4 spell.

[Fire Wall: Rank 4]

[Forms a wall around a designated perimeter. Could be used for protection or imprisonment.]

A rank 4 spell cost a whopping 10 gold coins. 

Tristan thought he would be a mayor soon, and when that happens, he would have more access to coins. Well, on Earth the government did hold all the wealth, so he decided to take the risk and spend all his coins for the tier 4 spell.

With a calm expression, Tristan walked out from the store. They said that shopping could take all your worries away, and from what he felt, that seems to be true.

Tristan squeezed all of his scrolls into his full storage rings before heading towards the southern gate to meet with Uriel.

It was time to see his orc warriors.

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Written by Avans, Published exclusively by W.e.b.n.o.v.e.l,