The Elder Lands: A Kingdom Building LitRPG by B. Salem

Author:B. Salem [Salem, B.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-04-20T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 35

Lucan walked under the boughs of the Elder Root, close enough to its trunk that he would have to strain his neck to observe the extent of its height under the clouds. The trunk was predictably encircled by a wall. Thin however it was, it served its purpose. Keeping young ones with too little patience away from the tree, and isolating it well enough for the guards to oversee the entrance to the Labyrinth.

Behind him were the four men-at-arms who had accompanied them to the capital, Cordell, Ryder, Clifton, and Heath. They were all fully armed and armored. Walking like that through the capital’s streets had invited some looks and, sometimes, suspicion. But they’d only been approached by the guards once.

They arrived at the gate that separated the city proper from the Elder Root. There, the guards looked a lot less suspicious of them considering where they were heading. One of the guards raised a hand to halt their march.

Lucan stopped and got the letter out of his armor. It was adorned by the royal seal. He handed it to the guard who swept his eyes over them, perhaps counting their number, then gave the letter to another who disappeared behind the thin walls, presumably to give it to yet another man. Soon enough, two men came back, the one who’d just taken the letter a moment ago and another who was older, better armored, and better dressed.

“You are Lucan Zesh?” the older man asked.

“Yes,” Lucan answered.

“Son of Sir Golan Zesh?” the man said.

“Yes.” Lucan raised a brow.

The man nodded at him respectfully. “I’m Sergeant Lukas. Make certain to deliver my greetings to your father when you return. Tell him, Lukas of the High Right lives well with three fingers.” He raised his right hand which only had three fingers, obviously not due to natural causes.

Lucan nodded at the sergeant’s hand. “From the war?”

“Aye,” the sergeant said. “And not just any war. The one with the fish-fuckers. I left two fingers on that border. Thanks to your father, that was all I left there.”

Lucan nodded sagely. “I will deliver your greetings, Sergeant.”

“Good. Now you seem to be missing two of your number.”

“Yes, they were supposed to be waiting for us h–”

“Master Zesh! Master Zesh?” a woman’s–no–a girl’s voice called. Lucan turned to look where his men were already looking. One young man armored and armed with a longsword was doing his utmost to look composed and presentable while keeping up with a girl who was tripping over herself in her haste to reach them. And she was wearing a dress.

She came to a stop in front of Lucan, gulping down mouthfuls of air. The young man stepped up right beside her with a scowl.

She curtsied and Lucan had to close his eyes and open them carefully to make certain that they weren’t tricking him and that she was indeed wearing a dress. Because he knew who she was.

“I’m Lilian Saltner,” she said. “The princess sent me?”

“I know who you are.

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