Chapter 137
Ten minutes run away is a noble town, in chaos because of the explosions in the distance. We change into fancy robes and enter without challenge, headed straight for the nearest inn to get news.
"Night seating is for guests, we’re not a pub" The grumpy innkeeper snipes at us.
"Then we’ll take a room" I reply with a raised eyebrow and flick a grade 1 monster core at him. "That will suffice, yes?"
He nods his head rapidly and returns with two mugs of cheap red wine and a room key. "My apologies, tonight has me a bit unsettled."
"That’s fine, that’s fine" I smile at him. "It happens to everyone. We too will be waiting down here a while to see what the news is after that frightening sight in the distance. Staying outside the city walls tonight seemed a poor choice even if we’re just passing through."
Nothing sensible comes in for about two hours, then a young boy comes in the back door at a run "Master, as you suspected, that was at the Golden Fields Sect, all their cultivators have withdrawn from the city and gone home"
"The peasants couldn’t have managed that. The bombs they’ve set in the city barely get a single building each."
So the knowledge of bomb making has spread, the peasant side of the Civil War must be fairly organized.
"Next up, I’m teaching them Flaming Arrows." Karl whispers. "There’s little infrastructure in these towns, a few roofs set on fire should be enough"
Evil genius, create chaos and disorder and defeat them while they’re weak. Maybe the peasants do have a chance.
We’re about to head upstairs to meditate for the night when a familiar face passes the door, darting from the shadows of the bank across the way.