Chapter 140: B2: C40: Dragon Blood
Zarian was standing in the ground floor lobby of the Central Library Artillery Tower.
Looking around, he saw the floor and gilded furnishings were waxed and polished to a shiny mirror-like finish. The windows were big, thick, and spotless, letting in the unfiltered light of the twin suns on a cloudless, blue-sky day.
The doorways were framed by the hardest high-quality material Hannah and her golems had dug up from below. That worked out great for showing off to visitors who thought themselves important or affluent.
The centerpiece was a wolf dragon’s skull, the same one Princess Bianca had slain. It took up a lot of space with fangs as large as a man was tall, but the lobby area was quite spacious, anyway.
Zarian looked up at the giant skull as various visitors and villagers who had business at the tower gossipped while moving around the lobby. Most of their conversations had something to do with him.
The treatment was interesting. It was very unlike how he was treated when he was once a homeless reject, a dropout from the Marine Corps.
He was far removed from that now, and he had lots of new things to work on. Hell, he was even finding some joy in his political pursuits, such as growing the freedom alignment.
Almost everyone in the lobby who wasn’t in the guild was either neutral, good, or free. In fact, there were more free aligned folks than good and neutral combined, which was a first.
The freedom recruitment drive had kicked up a notch because of the paladins’ gross failure to ruin Ride-or-Die Village and seal away the Dark Lord. Their loss last week was Zarian’s gain, because freedom was spreading, and that warmed his cold, free evil +4 heart.