Here is another chapter for your heads, i hope that i will have the time to update more, but this is what i can do for now.
Tyson's good mood had quickly been drained as he listened to the bickering of the other leaders. He had thought they could be better than the nobles he had killed before but these people were pretty much nobility incarnate (really bad), even Henrietta had shown that she was like that too but at least she wasn't as bad as the others, every time Tyson tried to speak or diffuse the arguing they mostly tried to insult him one way or the other, although Henrietta just backed off.
"Aren't we suppose to be discussing trade schedules?" The other leaders looked disgusted, the Germanian emperor that Tyson couldn't bother to remember his name stood up.
"Why would we do such a mundane thing ourselves? We have servants for that kind of thing." Tyson reigned in his frustration, a veined bulging on his temple. He simply sat back on the decorative wooden chair and let the chaotic argueing continue.
As the meeting ended, somehow getting some things done, Tyson and Xana made their way back onto their ship. Tyson's brow furrowed as he realized something.
"Hey Xana, I forgot to name these ships. I'll have to name them now, uh, steamships, yah that should work, nice and simple." Xana shrugged her shoulders, honestly not caring if it was named or not.
They both climbed in the latch, the steamship setting off back to Lokriis. Tyson hoped that Lokriis could now start to make some more income as somethings that he had planned required them to be a very wealthy nation, also to help bring Lokriis back from the revolution's damages.
When they had got back to Raoul Tyson immediately went to his workshop to help his engineers in building the final product of what he was calling a steam train, he called it that because it was moved with steam and it was to pull a long train of carraiges.
When he got into the nbuilding he saw that the engineers had cobbled together a device that helped them lift up the heavier pieces of the train. Tyson congradulated the forward thinking of the man who had come up with it, this device would help them build the train even faster. Tyson then peeled off his armor leaving him in his thin and very fine mithral under suit, pulling on some trousers that were always on hand and started getting into his favorite activity.
Xana had after having a servant get her some tea decided to transmute the emeralds that they had collected so far into malachite, the task would be very tedious though as she needed to do it one emerald at a time. She eventuall after many hours had enough malachite for most of the Eye, luckily you get thrice the amount of malachite for every emerald and that the Eye is made hollow.
Xana sweeped all of the malachite chunks back into the bag and brought it to Tyson's forge. He would combine the pieces into full plates and then they would both do the process of making magical sludge which was a very draining process.
Siesta sighed in relief as she finally got back home from her job. She had went to work in the local healers after she was put on leave from the army, which before she had completely redone the place had been just in the backroom of a barbershop, now she had many people coming to her and the people she had hired to be healed or treated for disease. The building had gotten much larger as she got more income and the amount people coming in required it.
Siesta was always very hospitable to the patients, so much so that they started to call the place the Hospital, the name stuck until it was official.
Siesta sighed again as she thought of the amount of innocent lives she saves now, of course she never regrets joining the army in the first place as she had really enjoyed killing her enemies, but when it was her fellow citizens she would do everything to save them. She looked out her window at the construction happening on another house, dwemerite supports were being added in preparation for a third floor. Even though many citizens did not want their houses completely replaced they were mostly fine with upgrading them. She thought with the the increase of patients she would have to expand again soon too.
Siesta shook her head and got back to what she was doing for the day.
Martin (you know, the elder guy from way back) was doing his morning inspections of the palace construction. They were digging into the granite to anchor a dwemerite beam when the men shouted out that they found something. Martin walked over and inspected the hole, spotting a deposit of metal that was blueish in color but had silvery flakes, he had the men mine out the deposit and had it sent to the Raoul workshop to be analyzed.
Tyson looked over the almost finished train, it was made primarily of dwemerite but had some ebony parts for the componants that he wanted extra effective, like the furnace that had a crystalline orb that Tyson had made from transmuting soulgems into a specific shape, he was really starting to like alchemy. He observed the engineers inspecting the large ebony steam pistons that rotated the wheels to push the engine forward, he had these made of ebony as they were the most likely to fail.
Tyson climbed up to the top of the engine to adjust the steam release valves and tighten the bolts. He looked to the side and saw the workers carrying more dwemerite pipes in as they were running out of them.
Tyson jumped back down and had his personal messenger to gather builders for the rails, they would build to the the nearest large city first then to the next and continue the cycle until they had a network.
The escaped ship from Lokriis was docking in Gallia, the trip had taken a month but the woman did not mind, she had information for her master.
Right as the ship docked ropes flew out and moored the ship, the woman stepped out and opened her hood, letting her dark long bluehair flow freely.
"Lady Sheffield!" She looked to the voice and saw one of the servants approaching her, she smirked as she approached.
Tyson had gone into his study to go over the paperwork tht he had to do for the day, he hated it but at least the amount wasn't to horrifying, only one medium sized stack of parchment most of it was about payments for the builders he had hired.
Tyson was interrupted halfway through the stack by a messenger informing him about the discovery of the strange metal. He was happy for the excuse and got up, walking to the workshop that it was sent to.
When Tyson had made it to the workshop he saw the large unrefined vein of metal still with chunks of rock in it. He meticulously investigated the metal and had it tested for strength. He had discovered that it was pretty much weightless and as strong as Orichalcum, the possibilities for this metal were almost countless. Tyson had the metal smelted and shaped into ingots for easier study.
Xana was observing a drake from the old nobles stables, they were somewhat similar to Dovah (She's a bit biased), and they were remarkably unintelligent, although their hide was stronger than most beasts. Xana had tried to speak to it in Dovahzul but the effect was strange, it followed her commands without hesitation and absolute fanaticism, apparently it saw the words of true Dovah as absolute law, this could be useful.
I'm am very sorry for the short chapter after such a long time, I am running out of ideas so you guys need to give me some to help jumpstart my creativity. I think this chapter also transitioned too much even for my standards so please give me ideas so that I can give you more chapters with better quality and length.