Chapter 68: Iron-Ranked Plate Armour Blueprint
While Grant’s men offloaded the sacks of grain, Kaelor sat inside the tent with Mildred and Vi. With their hoods lowered, both women revealed their striking appearances, one with cascading black hair and unsettlingly calm eyes, the other silver-haired, poised like a noblewoman carved from starlight.
Garrick, standing near the entrance, frowned as he watched them. He had heard of Kaelor charming a barmaid or tempting a lonely widow, but this... this was different.
Kaelor’s way with women had always been simple: a clever tongue and a few coins. There was nothing in that arrogant skull that could entice women of such elegance and power. And yet here they were, seated beside him like confidants, not captives.
They weren’t just beautiful. They held themselves with a composure he had only seen in the daughters of great lords, in the veiled ladies who passed through cities on golden carriages. Women like that did not lower themselves to the beds of lords who ruled over a mere muddy town.
As Garrick tried to reconcile what he was seeing, Kaelor went to meet Grant, who stood near the wagons with the giddy pride of a man who had just outbid a dozen rivals at a bargain auction.
"You brought a hundred sacks of Starlight Rice and ten sacks of Eonwheat, both milled. I’m afraid this isn’t enough for the market, couldn’t you bring more?" Grant asked, rubbing his gloved hands together as if already counting his profit.
Kaelor’s voice was calm, level. "I assure you, there will be more the next time we meet. So... how much will you buy a sack of my grains?"
Grant didn’t hesitate. "Thirty silver coins for the Starlight and two silver coins for the Eonwheat. I assure you, this is the best price—!"
He was cut short.
Kaelor’s voice turned quiet, a bit stern. "She’s an Acranist witch. You can see the Focus Crystal on her neck and you’re not even a Novice. Your mind won’t be able to resist her influence."