Chapter 534: Scheming
The door closed as Xavier left the room. Dasha was left with his thoughts.
"Marshal Blackwood as well as Spectre Frode have arrived in the Underground, hrm? They are here to hand me my favours. Should I stay put? Is it worth risking my life to infiltrate the Auctioneer’s Guildhall when I can wait for the items tomorrow? Gain extra power?"
He was at a crossroad, see. Tomorrow, his favours were coming in. He wouldn’t be able to immediately gain power with the sent resources, it would take an additional day. It was an issue since the Auctioneer that he enslaved was here at Mehen Castle. He kept him caged.
"Unfortunately, the leader of the Auctioneers requires his thieves to return every three days. The magic circle I inscribed tethers him to my will but only in a certain range. He goes too far and I lose control. He certainly does not realize this and although I have a psychological advantage, in a world of magic, it is too much a risk. The Auctioneer told me they do check-ups for those that have been away for too long. Someone like him has a sixty-percent chance of receiving a check-up. If that happens, it will be game over from me. From what I’ve seen, their leader is a master of magic circles. He could easily dismantle my slave circle if he sensed something was wrong."
Whereas if he did it today, though it was a risk, he could likely get away with his life. Once he fled and powered up in some days, he could return and demolish the Auctioneers anyway.
He deduced through his visit that there were five floors minimum: three for the Receiving Chamber and the residence, one for controlling everything in the Receiving Chamber, and one for their leader. An additional floor was also possible, though whether it was underground or inbetween floors was impossible to determine with what he was currently aware of.
"And if I am successful, I’ll have more eyes. I won’t only have to rely on the Whispers."
Conclusion: there were pros and cons on both sides. At the end of the day, it was best to infiltrate today.
Dasha was back at Mehen Castle in a room of chalk and magic circles. He was experimenting. Thinking. The Seven-league boots and gauntlets were discarded and left to the side.
He walked in circles, barefoot and without a cloak. Only a sleeveless gi showing his developed muscles and chest.
He stopped. He swung a fist. He slammed a foot down and threw a kick. Only the air suffered from his strikes.
The question was - how could he slip past those golems? He had already had the answer, he was only repeating it to his OCD.