The First Legendary Beast Master

Chapter 1107: Totemic Thor

Thor looked at the glowing potion, and then gently picked it up in his beak before pulling the cap off with his tongue to let it pour down his throat.

[And now we know why Tessa likes him so much.] Cara sleepily mumbled, almost making Thor spit up the potion.

But he got it down successfully, and his power was growing even more rapidly than Cara’s had. It was almost as if the potion were extra compatible with his immense body, and he crashed headlong into the bottleneck at the very peak of Overlord Rank.

Then, he stopped, while the power in his body continued to grow.

Along with the power, his body continued to grow, as if the Behemoth was aging at an accelerated pace, sitting at the species cap for internal power.

At first, it looked like the species barrier was going to be too strong to overcome, but just as the potion’s effect was beginning to fade, Thor’s space rang with power, vibrating like a bell and waking Cara from her nap.

[What’s going on? Oh, congratulations. Are we having a party? Where is Lotus?] Cara asked.

[She’s still in the Dungeon with the others. I’m getting everyone ready for our own Dungeon trip. That’s why you had to advance.] Karl reminded her.

[Oh, we’re doing a Dungeon? I was distracted. The visions come much more often here, and it’s like an afternoon drama.]

Thor still looked like Thor. Or, like Thor the Behemoth, as it was so much different than he had looked as Thor the Lightning Cerro. That was a good enough sign for Hawk, and he popped the cork on the bottle with his beak and drank the potion down.

He flared with Ghostfire as the potion flowed down his throat, and his body began to change. The Ghostfire Thunderbird was shaped very much like an actual hawk would be expected to look, if you ignored the fact that they were covered in fire.

But now, his body was becoming more slender, and his tail feathers were becoming longer.

[He’s beginning to look more like a Ghostfire Phoenix.] Remi noted.

It still wasn’t the same as the pictures in her book, but he was certainly more agile looking than the images of Thunderbirds.

Hawk gave a long, keening cry. He had reached Totem Rank, and his flames were now perfect. This advancement was everything that he had hoped for, and it even came with a lighter body, so he could be more agile for strafing runs on ground targets.

That made everyone, and Karl wondered what the team was going to think when they showed up to hold the briefing before the Dungeon.

But Karl also suspected that Thor’s advancement wasn’t entirely finished. His energy had a sense of resistance, as if something was still holding him back, or a skill wasn’t fully advanced yet.

Hopefully, that would sort itself soon, or Karl would have to find a way to help.

”You seem distracted, Guild Leader.” Karl heard, pulling his attention back to reality.

”Sorry, I was speaking with the beasts. What did I miss?” He asked, just realizing there were still many people in the room, as well as the crafting team, who must have just come upstairs.

”Not too much, everyone is still trying to decide on the fashions, but they thought that you fell asleep.” Lala whispered.

Karl exchanged goods with a few who were ready to pay and leave, and Lala the bunny opened a trade interface to pass him a bunch more.

”I think it should be enough. I didn’t argue with them, but it looks like a lot.” She informed Karl quietly.

”You did good. It looks like more than enough to keep Rae happy, and you got lots of fur for her new winter crafting line.”

The Totems chuckled at the pleased blush the girl got when Karl praised her, and continued going to the four bunny girls to check out their shopping.

That left Karl free to take items out to start working on his Accessory inventory.

More people were still arriving, drawn by the news of the inventory, or possibly to the potential for the sight of the ladies modelling their new purchases. That seemed to be the draw for most of the men, who were picking from a much smaller selection of clothing.

But there were still valuable items for them, and having all the benefits of light armour while looking casual was a huge flex for the adventurers.

For safety’s sake, almost everyone wore armour in public. So, showing up in slacks and a shirt showed a level of supreme confidence that you could deal with anyone who held a grudge against you.

”Do you think that Lady Rae could make more suits? Like black suits with long sleeved shirts? It would be good to have formal outfits with good defensive stats.” One of the warriors asked.

[Rae, do you have suits?] Karl asked.

[In the chest under the crucified Ettin. The top ones are Overlord Ranked.]

Karl pulled the chest of suits out, as there were plenty of Totem Ranked shirts and pants available.

”I have some Overlord Ranked suits available, and I can upgrade them for damage reduction, if you’re worried about being attacked.” He offered.

”Oh, that would be great. Overlord Ranked isn’t quite as expensive, but it will still make a point.”

The other men came over to see what Karl would do, then looked confused when he just wrote something strange on the back of the pants and the collar of the jacket, then flooded them with mana.

But the item immediately changed when he finished, and they all smiled when they realized that the suit now reduced 400 points of damage.

That would be a joke to a Totem Ranked monster. But for a punch to the face, it was just the right amount of damage reduction that they shouldn’t take much, if any, damage from one of their fellow Totem Ranked warriors.

”How many of them do we need?” Karl asked as he finished.

”How many do you have? There are twelve of us here who often wear suits.” The warrior who had first asked about the item replied.

Karl checked the pile.

There were four more Overlord Ranked suits in black sitting in the chest, then the rest were all older stock from when Rae was a Monarch. The styles also varied with the older items, where the Overlord ones were designed in the style that the Demons in Drodh liked.

”Three more. First come, first served.”