Weaponsmaster 2 - A Monster Girl Harem Fantasy Adventure by Phil Aerix

Author:Phil Aerix [Aerix, Phil]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B0CD1NHN8H
Goodreads: 195189034
Published: 2024-01-24T00:00:00+00:00

Chapter

Twenty-Eight

In my short time in Forgehaven, I’d already found that some of the names were plain silly. Not just the names of establishments like the Tipsy Smithy, the Little Hammer, and Court of the Golden Balls, but also of the different districts, neighborhoods, and sections. Case in point: the area we visited after lunch carried the name Chieferton.

“Chieferton? Really?” I shook my head at the goofy name.

“It’s because this is the area where the mayor, the city council, clerks and records, and the city guard are all based. Almost all the important leaders are here. If you gather all the chiefs in one place, what else would goblins call it?”

“Bossville,” Tip suggested.

“It came in second. Some still call it that.”

I barked a laugh. “Whatever. Chieferton, Bossville, Jefetown, MFWIC District. It doesn’t matter. Let’s go talk to the constable and check him off our list.” Tip guffawed at that last name, but the two women looked at both of us like we’d lost our minds.

“MFWIC, pronounced ‘miffwick,’ stands for ‘Motherfucker What’s in Charge,’” I said. Tip laughed again, but the women still weren’t feeling it. “It doesn’t matter. It’s an Earth thing; you wouldn’t understand.”

“Yeah, boooooy,” the satyr hooted.

We arrived at a simple, squarish building that looked identical to the other simple, squarish buildings around it. Despite how much money seemed to circulate in Forgehaven, it appeared that not much of it found its way to the leaders of the city. I followed Tyra inside to find a room that was surprisingly like lobbies of government buildings on my world. Sparse, simple, and without personality. I stood by Brin and Tip, looking around the room, as Tyra went up to the table where a goblin woman, probably some sort of receptionist, sat.

I was too busy looking around to pay attention to what Tyra and the other woman were talking about. The wood paneling on the walls and the way the tapestries and a few paintings were arranged so like where I’d come from, a pang in my middle afflicted me. Any time I thought of home, I thought of Lucas. The sour mood I’d mainly staved off recently with all the work we’d been doing crashed down on me again. Fucking Aeyr and his fucking minions. I gritted my teeth.

The discussion between the two goblins seemed to be heating up. I glanced at Brin.

“No doubt the woman is doing what she has been told and trying to repel those who want to speak with the constable,” the blue woman said. “However, Tyra, being Terago’s heir, has inherited a significant amount of money, as well as land and the house in which she resides. Those things make her powerful, not the type of person the constable would be happy disappointing. His position is half political and he would not like to make a decision to protect his privacy at the cost of insulting a wealthy citizen. I expect despite the woman’s insistence, she will give in and allow us to see her superior.

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