All Chapters of Chronicles Of Sen Krendrath : Chapter 11
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Chapter 11
“For men or women? Most are gender-exclusive, except the Red Mage class.” That wasn’t the answer Kyle had expected. “There’s more than one?” he asked, puzzled. “Of course, there are dozens of seduction-oriented classes, and many of them have useful perks for it, like the Dark Knight’s [Sinful Aura]. It’s a very common question.” Damn, Henry made it sound like a respectable academic subject. And here Kyle thought it was a stupid question! “I have a friend who has been… inactive… for a while, and he wants to step up his game. Level ten, mostly rogue-like classes.” “He? Ah, too bad, the best class for seduction is the female-only Black Widow. Does he have a high charisma score?” “As good as mine.” “Average then,” Henry said, Kyle sulking. “Then I would suggest the Fiendish Rake class, discovered by Ludvic Van. It has very high entry conditions though, including charisma, vitality, and agility scores of fifty each, and surviving a special demonic ritual. If he doesn’t that scor
Chapter 12
“Yeah, we finally mastered the choreography,” the red one chuckled happily, congratulating his team. “We floored him!” “I still think we should add ‘chaos’ somewhere in the motto,” the pink pointed out, “I mean, it has such a zing!” What the hell was Kyle watching right now? “I felt that blue’s timing was off,” the adventurer admitted. “Also, if you want to go all the way, you need a team pet, like a white alligator.” “What?” the blue kobold glared at him, “How dare you insult my talent! A human can’t understand true art!” “I never understood abstract art, no,” Kyle replied, not that impressed. Kobolds were no more dangerous than rats, and these ones looked like a bunch of utter idiots. “Foolish mammal, the Apple of Knowledge showed us the truth!” the yellow one added. “Wait,” the red one said, giving a blank look at Kyle, “How did he…” “You humans are out of style!” the black one snarled, showing his tiny claws and leaping at him. “It’s killin’ time!” Kobolds being as small
Chapter 13
Henry knocked on the door with impatience, a book under his arm.He wondered who owned the house. Located in the outskirts of Haudemer, many thought it abandoned, its owner absent, and his host had indicated she only rented it for a while. Thorns and weeds had taken roots in the garden and the stone walls, while the shutters remained firmly closed. No matter the outside spookiness, he had run towards the place as soon as he read the invitation.“Professor Henry.” A charming young woman welcomed him, as she opened the door with a squeak. She was no rare beauty, keeping her long raven-hair tied with a white rose, but her dark eyes shone with a keen intellect. Most importantly, she wore the black and gold wizard robes of the Royal University of Gardemagne. “How kind of you to visit me.”“When you informed me you visited our beloved Haudemer, I couldn’t pass up the opportunity,” the scholar replied. “It is an honor to meet you in person, Miss Lavere.”“Please call me Lucie,” she replied p
Chapter 14
“Please, take a seat, Henry,” Vilmain offered, waving his hand at a wooden stool right next to the restrained zombie. Before Henry could respond, Gustave forcefully grabbed him with his free hand and forced him to sit with inhuman strength. “Let’s have a chat.”“People will notice my disappearance,” Henry pleaded, trying to buy time.“Oh, don’t worry about us, we have your case covered,” Gustave replied.Vilmain cleared his throat. “Contrary to what you may believe, Henry, neither me nor Gustave, or even Ogron, started as bandits. In fact, we fought for Gardemagne during most of the Century War; back then, the king granted adventurers and mercenaries a writ, allowing us to raid enemy towns in his name. Unfortunately, with the end of the war, our respectable occupation of massacring people and torching their villages is no longer politically correct.”“We were asked to retire, farm like peasants, or move on to much more dangerous monster-hunting jobs,” Gustave said with disgust.“Fortu
Chapter 15
Instead of breeding, Manling Kyle had adopted a full litter of new minions. And already they proved useful. “Master Sen, Master Sen!” Yellow, the kobold with the best nose, pointed a claw at a bush, the dragon smelling a Scorcher manling hiding there. “I found another!” Sen let out a roar, raising the giant axe Ogron the one-eyed ogre had kindly given him… Or rather, struggling, as he couldn’t keep the axe properly aligned even while wielding it with all his clawed fingers. How did the manlings do it? Like a rabbit, the manling ran out of the bushes, only for Black, the biggest of the new recruits, to chase after him with a spear. Sen followed, causing trees to fall as he moved through the woods; he constantly struggled against the urge to run back on all four, as a good dragon should. How did that cyclops do it? Raise the axe up, and then down. Sen tried, the upward swing sending a pine tree flying, and he struggled to aim right at the escaping food-in-waiting. “Minion!” Sen sh
Chapter 16
The world already abounded with victims.“At least he had some standard loot on him,” Kyle said, as he inspected the remains. “Iron daggers, and nice boots.” “Not good enough for my hoard,” Sen replied. A good dragon had wealth standards. “Next!” “I don’t smell another,” Yellow said, smelling the air with his fellow kobolds. “Your Majesty got them all!” “Aw… “ Sen sighed in disappointment. “So no more levels and no gold today?” “We can always sell his belongings,” Kyle suggested. “I know you don’t want to become a Merchant, but we don’t need a class to sell these items. I could even use the gains to invest in better stuff.”“Invest?” Sen didn’t know the word.“Yeah, you give away some gold in exchange for something else with more value.”Sen’s brain stopped working. “Giving away gold.”“Your Majesty,” Kyle cleared his throat. “For something else which has more value.”“Giving away gold,” Sen repeated, his noble mind unable to progress past that line.“Yes, but you gain more afterw
Chapter 17
As it always happened with too many uninteresting words, Sen zoned out, pretending to politely listen to what his minion had to say. “Interesting,” the dragon lied.“Blah blah… no strategic value… Brandon Maure… scorcher scorched… blah bla…”“Interesting.”“-And Your Majesty is really listening?”“Interesting,” the dragon repeated.“Interesting,” Red the Kobold and his fellows nodded in agreement, before clenching his tiny fist. “The chief of staff trusted us with such an important mission, we will not fail him!”“See?” Sen said, “Minions solve every problem, when you raise them right. As expected from my prized chief of staff.”“One day too, I will be chief of staff,” Black said.“Me first!” Red butted head with his fellow, Sen so proud of them fighting for the job already.That would keep Kyle sharp. He could already see the seeds of spirited competition germinate in the sharp glint of his treasured minion’s eyes. That fear of losing one’s position to an underling, Sen found it so e
Chapter 18
Located on a creek near the docks, Haudemer’s temple was a rather large stony church by manling standards. According to Manling Kyle, due to Haudemer being a small town, the twelve ‘gods’—Sen couldn’t help but chuckle at the word—the manlings worshipped had to share the same temple.From what he had understood, puny species worshipped these stronger creatures the same way minions obeyed their dragon masters, with the bonus of being promised a place at their side after death. That part confused the dragon, he expected to live forever.Sen guessed the prospect of an afterlife could only appeal to races fragile enough to, well, die.The inhabitants had deserted the temple’s surroundings once they caught sight of Sen. While he perfectly understood their inferiority complex when basking in his presence, a little awe and worship would have been nice. If they had enough of it to worship twelve non-dragons, then certainly they could spare him some adoration.Only one manling hadn’t fled, and
Chapter 19
Why did the manlings have to be so small?The temple of Haudemer was mainly composed of a great white hall, and two small wings on both sides. Each of the twelve gods of the puny races had a statue and altar inside, although not with the same degree of respect.The dragon’s share of the spotlight went to the same creature Sen had acquired a statuette of, Mithras, the sun god of law and justice. It was a manling king wearing a golden crown of fire and wielding a blazing sword, whose giant marble statue had the largest altar. At his side was a statue of a blonde female manling knight with large mammaries, whom the puny races called Leone, goddess of art and nobility.According to Manling Kyle, these two ascended manlings were the titular deities of Gardemagne, and thus positioned at the center. “The architect placed the more ambiguous deities, such as the Dread Three, Sablar and Shesha, on the left,” Manling Kyle told his master, his tone so low Sen could barely hear it, “And the ‘polit
Chapter 20
“An offering?” Sen asked, amused by the puny races’ strange customs.“You offer money to the Church as an offer to the god, in place of fealty,” Kyle explained to him the concept.Sen immediately saw an opportunity. “Minion Kyle—”“Your Majesty can’t be a god,” his lackey said hastily, the quickest sentence he ever uttered, “Unless he reaches level 100.”Sen sulked in disappointment. When he reached that level and became a god, he would ask his minions to build him a larger temple and a bigger statue than this Mithras. No way he would share it with other gods either.“We have six human corpses outside, and that of a Manticore,” Kyle told the priest. “Will the church take them?”“We will purify the corpses so they do not rise as spontaneous undead, then burn them free of charges,” said the priest of Mithras. “If you prefer another method, the priests of Isengrim and Cybele will bury them in the forest, so they can return to nature.”“For free?” Sen glared down at the priest. “You will