Archeologist Warlord: A Dungeon Core Epic by E.M. Hardy & LitRPG Freaks

Author:E.M. Hardy & LitRPG Freaks [Hardy, E.M.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2018-03-31T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter 21

Prince Suhaib Ma’an was bone-tired. The mad rush through the Bashri, then the chillingly lonely trek through the desolate Puruzlu Mountains, and finally the slow slog into the Leizhu Swamp had all taken their toll. And now, barely a week after arriving in this strange new land and doing his damnedest to comprehend Renese, he was going to meet with the Empress in her capital city while doing his best to not butcher the language.

Everywhere the prince of Ma’an and his entourage went, people gawked and pointed. They were escorted by the Empress’ soldiers, but they soon picked up long lines of people who wanted to see more of the dark-skinned, strangely-dressed people who summoned colorful phantoms to follow them. Suhaib and his armsmasters were just as curious about the people. The lands of the Ren were rich and fertile, with nary a grain of sand floating through the air. He was almost overwhelmed by the amount of vegetation that grew around them, and he could spot signs of agriculture virtually everywhere he looked.

At least he had plenty of company to share his misery with. Old Faadi was moaning miserably, doing all he could not to complain about his aching back while absorbing as much Renese as he could. Munjid the armsmaster was constantly scratching his now-unkempt beard and wore a permanent scowl on his face. He even whipped out his daggers to slice apart the itty-bitty, bloodsucking insects that love to hover around his ears and annoy him with the incessant, high-pitched whining of their beating wings. The other guards and armsmasters fared no better, for they were just as grouchy as Munjid. Only their rigid discipline and focus kept them in line.

Suhaib’s jinni, however, seemed to ignore his fatigue. Uhi zipped all over the place, excitedly absorbing all the sights and sounds of the lands beyond the mountains. She stuck her nose in everyone’s affairs, from the meat bun shop belonging to Yao Xiu’s mother to the elaborately-dressed eunuchs littering the Red City. Truth be told, he would be just as excited if every bone and muscle in his body were not screaming in pain. Meeting new peoples, discovering new places, the chance to form new alliances… this was all that the young prince dreamed of.

And then there was the Empress.

The power and the influence to unify the land under one banner was something that generations of Bashri emirs had dreamed of. Even his own father would wistfully consider the idea when he had too much drink and hash. Realistically speaking, however, it was a far-off dream for the peoples of the Bashri. Even the cartels did not have unification in mind. They were criminals, not emirs, and Suhaib knew they would turn on each other as soon as they established control over the emirates.

He just wondered how this Empress managed to do what generations of warring, scheming emirates could not.

He also noticed that the people had a different way of interacting with the Invisible World. They

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