Chief of the Blackgorge: A Cultivating Gamelit Harem Adventure by Marvin Whiteknight

Author:Marvin Whiteknight [Whiteknight, Marvin]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-03-09T22:00:00+00:00

Overseer Keergal (Silver Marrow, level 39)

I gulped when I realized this orc was at the same level as Amisra. She'd promised to stay close even if she couldn't enter the castle's keep itself, but if this overseer was on the same level as her there was no way that she'd arrive fast enough to counter anything Keergal did. I unconsciously stepped over a ley line to make sure I had a quick getaway.

"Now then, we had an appointment?" Keergal said as he put his pen down and steeples his hands.

"Right." I said, feeling uncomfortably like I was an employee in a manager's office. "I want a peace treaty, or at least a ceasefire, between the orcs and the Deanian Queendom."

Keergal nodded as I spoke. "I'm afraid that's not in my power to give. The time and place for this religious pilgrimage was planned decades ago. I simply don't have the power to change things now."

"Well then, does it have to be Deania?" I asked. "Can't you raid the elves of some other country?"

Keergal sighed. "You seem to be under the misunderstanding that I govern the orcs. Perhaps our glorious leader, the Wargod Grognak can say that. But I certainly can't. I just manage this castle and make sure our interests here are in order. That's all. I have no power to bring orcs here or tell them where to raid. I simply ensure there's somewhere for them to arrive and supply themselves while they undergo their pilgrimage."

"So, you're telling me I need to seek a meeting with Wargod Grognak, not you?" I asked.

Keergal shrugged. "That is easier said than done. But if any orc could get you the treaty you're asking for, it would be him."

I sighed and sagged into my chair. "What about the Blackgorge tribe? I have business with them as well. Can you set up a meeting?"

"That is something I can do." Keergal greed. He opened a drawer in his desk and pulled out a rotating carousel of small pebbles. It took me a moment to realize that each of those pebbles was a transmission stone. He rotated the stones into a certain order, then spoke into the stone closest to him.

"This is Overseer Keergal. I require a representative of the Blackgorge Tribe to meet with an ambassador from the elven nation of the Deanian Queendom."

There were some barely discernible noises on the end, but apparently Keergal was able to interpret them as words.

"What? No. He's not an elf. A human, if you can believe it. And a male human, so don't send anyone who might get the wrong idea. Yes, a human. Just when I was starting to think I'd never have to deal with one of them again." Keergal said.

I found myself sitting in the office and waiting while the person Keergal called over to arrive. The orc offered me some tea and I awkwardly accepted it. The dainty cup didn't seem particularly orcish. Nor did this office seem very orcish, now that I thought about it.

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