The First Legendary Beast Master

Chapter 953: Blue Skies

As the rain ended, the city Governor and his bodyguards were out to find the ones responsible for flooding his entire city.

The magic had definitely started somewhere in the market, and it was continual at the Overlord Rank, so there was little chance that it was being done without public approval, but it was most definitely not an approved activity.

Who just flooded a city for fun, or because the local drunks put them up to a prank?

The further he walked, the worse his mood got, until he came across a group of celebrating, shirtless, Dwarven men and a stall full of magical goods designed to create water.

That milk sipping son of an Elf.

He would just set up an entire stall dedicated to water magic, and then flood the city to gain customers?

”City Governor Ironforge, it is a pleasure to meet you. I apologize for the rain, we were working with the shamans to break the drought curse on the region, and things got a bit soggy.” Karl greeted him as the dour faced Governor stomped through the crowd.

”Thatʼs all you have to say? You apologize for the rain?” Governor Ironforge grumbled.

”The city cisterns are full to the brim now, and the local farmers bought a few statues to keep the irrigation canals flowing.

So, over the next few weeks, the crops should start to recover. Also, I believe that we broke the worst of the curse.

The green flames should have been it attempting to prevent the rainfall, and when they were extinguished, the majority of the curse would have lost its effectiveness.” Karl added.

”And you didnʼt think to ask permission?”

Karl shrugged. ”I asked the Elders for advice, and they said go for it.”

The Governor looked around at the mass of white bearded old drunks and craftsmen that were celebrating the rain. From a chronological standpoint, they were the cityʼs Elders, but that didnʼt mean they were trusted to be responsible for anything.

Governor Ironforge stroked his beard in annoyance as he tried not to begin shouting at this impudent young Demon.

”So, youʼre saying that this was a gift to the city?” One of the bodyguards suggested, hoping to mediate.

Karl nodded happily. ”The whole region, really. We made it rain everywhere within a hundred kilometres of here. A bit more than was necessary for the crops, but overcoming the curse took a lot of water, many years worth of your regular rainfall.”

A slender, blue-skinned Troll Shaman came over with a smile on his ritualistically scarred face.

”Governor. He speaks the truth. The curse of no rain is broken. The Shamans managed to keep it from taking over for years, and with the effort of an outsider, it all crumbled.” The Shaman announced.

”What difference does it make that heʼs an outsider?” Governor Ironforge asked.

”He isnʼt affected by the curse. We all are. Only because he doesnʼt belong here, and he wasnʼt here when the curse formed, could he even activate such a large rain spell. I am an Overlord as well, but with the curse in effect, I could hardly fill my own water barrels.

Now, if I knew the same spell, I could make the whole region rain. I do know [Weather Control], but thatʼs a natural rainfall, not whatever just happened here.” The Shaman explained.

Shamans might be the most compatible with the sort of [Thunderstorm] spell that Remi had inherited, but that didnʼt mean that they would all have it. Her version of elemental spells were much more aggressive, in line with the personality of the Naga as a species.

In contrast, the Trolls were much more ʼgo with the flowʼ when it came to altering nature.

”We should do the healing tree thing.” Lotus suggested, bored now that she had gotten the terrified beastkin shopkeeper out from under her table.

Karl shrugged. ”Sure, we can hang around for a while. But you can just set up your totems on the corners of the stall and have the same effect.”

Lotus considered the option for a second. It would work, but then she would still have nothing to do.

Fortunately, Ophelia came to the rescue with a container full of brownies and other snack type squares. That was enough to convince Lotus she didnʼt need to be a tree to pass the time, and she quickly set up her totems to heal everyone who happened to be nearby in the market.

The Shaman smiled at Lotus. ”Youʼve got the good healing, little dragon cleric. But what is in those brownies?”

Ophelia smirked and offered him the container. The troll picked out a single brownie and examined it carefully, then took a bite and moaned in pleasure.

”Oh, them be so good. Magical almonds? Or just grown in high mana?”

Ophelia shrugged. ”Both, I think. They came from the Winged Void Badger. She grew them in a high mana environment, but I think that they were a magical ingredient to start with.”

Cara honestly didnʼt remember. She had collected all sorts of nuts one day to grow new flavours, and she didnʼt actually keep track of what was a magical plant and what just tasted good.

They might have come from Lotus.

Governor Ironforge sighed as he realized that he was being ignored again. Warriors might not get the respect that some of the other classes did, but wasnʼt it too much to just ignore the city Governor when he was standing right in front of you?

Karl collected some snacks on a plate and handed them to the Governor. ”Here you go. Let me find a mug, and Iʼll pour you an ale while we talk. Please come in, weʼve got good chairs.”

That was better, but all of the anger that had driven the Governor to come over here and berate the ones who had soaked the entire city had faded, and now his whole prepared list of grievances seemed irrelevant.

Whether they had intended to or not, they had broken a curse on the city.

”I donʼt suppose that you would like to purchase a [Flooded Canals] statue for the cityʼs cistern. The price is quite reasonable.” Karl offered as the Dwarf took a seat.

Governor Ironforge sighed. Perhaps he really did have a reason to be annoyed with this capitalistic Demon. The man knew just where to hit a manʼs pocketbook.

Yes, he wanted that statue.