Kingdom Of The Weak 9 Resource Issues

Mindy screamed with excitement the moment she met Vigil. "SO CUTE!!"

Vigil perked up, beamed at Mindy with bright eyes, and wagged his tail a bit.

Mindy pounced. She grabbed him up and squeezed him, squealing. "So cute, so cute, so cute!!"

Ten feet away, Markus gave Remian a flat look.

"Sorry about the noise." Remian ducked his head apologetically.

Markus shook his head and went on writing his reports.

"Can I feed him? Can I, can I, can I?" Mindy gushed.

"Uh…" Remian looked about. "I thought we were going hunting. If we catch something…"

"Let's go! I know where to find lots of Blood Rabbits." Mindy exclaimed. "They're just Tier 1 Wilds. Even the easiest traps can get them! But you can't just leave your traps there and go away, you have to watch the traps. Otherwise, their friends will find them and destroy your traps!"

"That explains a lot." Remian said. "Half my traps are broken and I never found out why."

Those weren't actually his traps. The owners.h.i.+p of those traps was ambiguous, they belonged to Max, Markus and Remian together, 'their' traps.

While Mindy played with Vigil, Remian discussed the boar meat being smoked over the fire with Markus. In a sense, like the traps, the owners.h.i.+p of the meat, too, was ambiguous. Remian scored the killing blow, but it had been Max and Markus together who had engaged it in combat and held it in position.

A quick deal was settled. They would share the meat too, and the labor; one cleaning, one curing and smoking and the third cooking it. Markus had already done the dirty job cleaning the carca.s.s himself and Max had smoked the meat. Some of it was cooked to be eaten now, some smoked for later, and the last of it dried for long-term storage. Tier 3 meat didn't spoil very easily, but they would still be eating dried jerky rather than steak at the end of the month (not even Tier 3 smoked meat could keep that long without some sort of cold storage box or building).

As for the cub… it could have the sc.r.a.ps and small bones. The bigger bones and strips of hide could be sold or traded, and the revenue from those deals could go into buying grains and vegetables, maybe even cutlery.

Today's hunt, however, was just between Remian, Mindy and the wolfcat cub Vigil. Mindy volunteered to clean, so it was up to Remian to cook, sell, or smoke the meat later.

They went around to the west side of town, past the quarry and the steep hills to some gentler slopes. Thick bushes and thorns impeded their way, but already they could see ears p.r.i.c.king up among the bushes and flickers of movement in the undergrowth.

It was Vigil, in the end, who proved the best hunter in the trio. Remian and Mindy set down the traps, but keeping an eye on them was easier said than done, especially when they had to keep themselves hidden at the same time. Vigil had an uncanny sense of knowing when a trap had snared something, and was quick to reach the place and secure the kill before anything could interfere.

They returned to camp that evening with six and a half Blood Rabbit carca.s.ses. Why half? Because Vigil decided to have a little snack…

Blood Rabbits were reddish brown, roughly two feet in length, with paralyzing venom in their fangs and claws. They completely ruined Remian's fond memories of cute, harmless bunnies back home. These mutated beasts were generally considered the least dangerous Wilds around town, except for the occasional Tier 2 Blood Rabbit Chieftain which was twice the size and thrice as strong. It was a near encounter with one of those that abruptly ended their hunting trip and had them abandon the last trap and its oversized occupant.

"You could have taken it." Mindy grouched. "Just hit it with a super light spell like the Boar."

"But then there would be nothing left." Remian protested. He did not tell her the real reason behind his reluctance, or his doubts about his own abilities.

Still. She seemed happy with their haul. "I want more furs. You can have the extra half."

"I think Vigil pretty much took all of that." Remian eyed it and shook his head.

"The bones can be used for soup stock, or sold. Even Tier 1 Bone Marrow has some value." Mindy mentioned. "If you can sell it to Blood Claw without getting robbed."

"Why is it valuable?" Remian had to ask.

"Something about mana." Mindy shrugged. "You'll have to ask them."

But he didn't, in the end. After a dinner with Mindy in which Vigil probably had more than his fair share, Remian took the bones to the church and asked Kairos about it.

"It's true." Kairos said. "The highest concentration of mana in the Wilds are in their bone marrow. Grind the bones to powder, and they'll be an ingredient for magic ink."

"Magic ink?" Remian blinked.

"Right. That's how I planned to raise funds for the church. Priests have different specialties; mine happens to be Inscription." Kairos explained. "I'm not much good in a fight, but I can Inscribe light magic scrolls up to Tier 3."

"What are those scrolls for?" Remian queried.

"It's basically a ready-made Sigil. Remember how casting a spell requires forming a sigil before releasing it? If you had a scroll, all you'd need to do is empower it and cast right away. It saves time and effort." Kairos paused. "They can also be used to control your output. If you had one of my Tier 1 Light Orb scrolls, and used that to cast the light spell during that battle, you wouldn't have exhausted yourself all at once, and the result would have been similar to what I casted earlier."

"So why didn't you do that yourself? You could have casted more spells if you had a scroll." Remian pointed out.

"Exactly! That's why they're valuable!" Kairos nodded. "That's why I need to Inscribe some as soon as I can get the other materials for the ink! I wish I could show you a sample, but I had to sell all of mine to pay for the airs.h.i.+p ticket here…"

"I probably wrote that ticket. I had to do some work for the Deutero Company to buy mine." Remian mentioned. "They didn't seem to cost that much."

"But I came all the way from Ecclesia City. Furthermore, that airs.h.i.+p took a few stops around the Rising Dragon Empire before stopping by the Seven Kingdoms and picking you up." Kairos explained. "My trip was a lot longer than yours."

Remian paused. "Just how much is a magic scroll worth, then?"

"Out here? Probably not very much." Kairos admitted. "It takes some magical ability to use Scrolls and Fire Scrolls are generally a lot more popular than Light Scrolls. We would probably end up selling most of them to the Deutero Company the next time the airs.h.i.+p drops by. Unless…"

"Unless what?"

"Unless you can Inscribe a super-powered Light Bolt scroll instead of a Light Orb scroll." Kairos turned to him. "The sigils are very similar, but yours turned out to be a fearsome weapon. If you can sell a scroll Inscribed with THAT sigil…"

"Can it really be done?" Remian wondered.

"No." Kairos shook his head. "Not with Tier 1 magic ink. I think it would need at least Tier 3 magic ink, for that kind of power, and even then it won't last more than one or two casts. The average expectancy for scrolls is 5 casts before the sigil loses power. Some really good ones can last more than 20 casts. But of course, those scrolls used higher Tier ink for lower Tier spells."

"So I would need Tier 4 ink?" Remian guessed.

"That sounds about right." Kairos sighed. "Never mind. Trying to hunt a Tier 4 Wild is suicide, not to mention finding the other ingredients for ink of that level."

"What sort of other ingredients?" Remian had to ask.

"A trigger, a catalyst, and a stabilizer, at least. There are many different kinds of materials to accomplish these things, some of which enhance each other, some of which interfere or contradict each other, so the combinations are really complicated. But I'll make it simple for you; get some Gla.s.s Dandelion root from the western hills, fluid from the river's Rainbow Jellyfish and the sap of Purple Beating Heart Wood from the forest to the south, with an earthenware pot that has never been used, and we can make our Tier 1 magic ink."

"That simple, huh?" Remian said sarcastically.

"Yep. I've already pored over dozens of possible materials that could be found nearby, and that was the best combination I could come up with." Kairos rolled his eyes. "If you don't believe me, feel free to try it yourself."

"No, thanks, I'll take your word for it." Remian cleared his throat. "But I also want something else from you."

"You want to learn how to Inscribe Scrolls, right?" Kairos guessed. "Of course. I'll even help you sell yours to the Deutero Company, or my old friends back at Ecclesia."

"That, and whatever other spells you know."

"Deal."

***

"Mindy?"

"Yes, Remian?"

"I need your help finding some ingredients for me. In return, I'll teach you something good."

"What's that?"

"I'll teach you magic!"