Galath's corporate headquarters sprawls beneath an ethereal, soft glow, with autonomous robots navigating seamlessly between workstations, deftly managing tasks. The walls are adorned with mesmerizing holographic displays, projecting intricate data visualizations and creating immersive virtual collaboration spaces. The ambient hum of state-of-the-art machinery intermingles with the focused energy of employees interacting with their transparent holographic desks. Neural interfaces facilitate effortless communication, enveloping the workspace in a sleek and cutting-edge environment. In this fusion of technology and ingenuity, the air resonates with innovation, creating an efficient and inspiring atmosphere that transcends traditional office norms.
Amidst the bustling atmosphere, Mr. Galath, distinguished in his tie and tailored suit, showcased a weathered beard, and conversed with his subordinate. They delved into discussions about financial plans and forthcoming technological developments. Gortoel, Galath's bodyguard, keenly observed the employees' movements in proximity to the CEO, ensuring a vigilant watch over the secure environment.
"Mr. Galath, the transportation technology is nearing completion; however, our scientists and engineers have encountered a specific challenge," the man stated, his lab coat layered over his distinguished tie and suit.
"Head of the Science and Engineering Branch, Thorne, am I correct in understanding that the transportation disks result in the explosion of organic materials, while inorganic materials can be transferred seamlessly?" Mr. Galath inquired, locking eyes with the blond-haired man.
"Um yes, Mr. Galath, regrettably, our team has been unable to find a solution to this predicament. I was hoping you might be aware of any potential solutions," Thorne replied, a hint of surprise in his voice due to his correct deduction.
"Perhaps the issue lies in energy efficiency. Organic materials, given their inherently complex structure, might demand a more efficient energy system and a more potent energy source for seamless transportation."
"But, Mr. Galath, the energy system is already the most advanced of its kind, utilizing an entire nuclear power plant to power the transportation disks."
Mr. Galath paused, turning to squarely face the head scientist. "Thorne, I have confidence that you and your team will find a solution to this problem. Considering your team's prowess in designing the energy system, I trust you'll discover a solution," he affirmed, conveying both assurance and encouragement.
"I understand, sir. My team and I will work diligently to find a solution."
In front of the group of employees—Thorne, Gorteol, and Mr. Galath—another employee approached. Wearing the same tie and suit as the other employees, he had brown short hair and a faded beard. Unfamiliar with the individual, Gorteol sensed danger. His time in the army and police force had honed his ability to detect looming threats, akin to a finely tuned radar. Acting swiftly, he positioned himself in front of the CEO, hand resting on his sidearm.
"Identify yourself!" Gortoel commanded,
Could he possibly be a corporate spy for our rivals?! No he wouldn't have approached us if that was the case, so who is he?
The mysterious man replied, "I came here all the way for you, old man. Is this how your underlings treat your esteemed guests?" His voice carried a noticeable sense of annoyance and underlying hostility.
The jaws of the employees dropped, no one had ever talked in such a tone with the CEO, in fact no one had ever dared to.
"H-how dare you address Mr Galath like that! Kno-"
Gortoel came to a sudden halt, a shiver running down his spine as an unsettling sense of dread washed over him. The intensity of the man's glare seemed to penetrate his very core, triggering an instinctual fear. His cheek hairs stood on end, and a cold sweat formed on his brow. Gortoel, usually composed, found himself momentarily paralyzed by the palpable danger emanating from the mysterious guest.
"Gortoel, no need to be on alert. This man is actually an old friend of mine." Galath reassured him, placing a calming hand on his shoulder. "We will continue this talk at my office; the rest of you can take your leave," he commanded. Thorne and the other employees followed the order, leaving Gortoel to guide both Galath and the man to the CEO's office.
The CEO's office stood as a bastion of opulence and cutting-edge technology, surpassing the rest of the workspace in both grandeur and sophistication. Tasteful art adorned the walls, framing a wide windowed screen that offered a panoramic view of the bustling ground floor below.
Equipped with advanced amenities, the office featured a state-of-the-art holographic workstation and ambient lighting that seamlessly adapted to the CEO's preferences. It went beyond mere luxury, reaching a pinnacle of advanced secrecy. Nanotech-infused soundproofing absorbed even the faintest murmurs, creating an acoustically impenetrable space.
The door, fitted with biometric locks and a neural recognition system, permitted entry only to authorized personnel. Smart windows, embedded with dynamic privacy glass, automatically adjusted opacity based on external visibility needs. Quantum encryption algorithms shielded communication devices, ensuring imperviousness to potential interception.
This convergence of cutting-edge architecture and hyper-advanced technology transformed the room into a haven of unparalleled secrecy and privacy. Every detail reflected a seamless fusion of luxury and innovation, creating an environment that truly befit Mr. Galath's stature.
"Gortoel, stand by the doorway. Make sure no one else eavesdrops or attempts anything devious."
"Yes sir!" Gortoel replied, Galath and the man secluded themselves into the office. Leaving him to ponder
Is it safe to leave the CEO alone with that man? He's dangerous. The way he glared at me felt like a lion sizing up its prey. I'm skeptical that he's Mr. Galath's child; he didn't refer to him as his son, and the way he talked doesn't sound like a son. Either way, I'll make sure no one else gets a peek at their conversation.
Both Galath and the man seated themselves, Galath claiming the top chair, a symbolic perch of authority, while the man settled into the lower one. Across the long table adorned with empty chairs awaiting Galath's guests, they faced each other. A brief pause lingered before the CEO decided to break it.
"So, old friend, what brings you here?" Galath inquired, his words laced with a subtle mix of familiarity and intrigue. He had originally considered giving his guest snacks but remembered how he despises food made by insects.
The man turned to face Galath, a steely gaze meeting the CEO's eyes. "My work in the Middle East is nearly done. Project Omega, on my part, will soon be concluded. Most of the world governments are entangled in the fight against the terror of the East. I'm only curious about things on your end," he explained, his words revealing a calculated focus on geopolitical manipulation.
Acknowledging the man's statement, his tone betraying a sense of anticipation. "Soon, my experiment will begin. I wonder if any other fascinating specimens will appear. I doubt you would care about that. However, I'm still rather interested in why we couldn't discuss this on a secure channel," he remarked, a calculated curiosity underlying his words.
The man grinned, a sinister satisfaction in his expression. "Just wanted to see you squabbling with those insects of yours. I found it enjoyable. That, and I wanted to discuss something rather important," he revealed, his amusement contrasting with the gravity of the impending discussion.
Galath replied, his voice a measured blend of authority and amusement, "I'll have to ask you not to harm my employees. Some of them are part of my collection, and a few have shown interesting characteristics." A chuckle escaped him before he resumed, "So, what is this important topic you wanted to discuss?" His demeanor, a mix of casualness and calculated control.
The man bit his lip in frustration before revealing his dilemma.
"It seems that our distraction has somewhat failed."
Galath furrowed his brow, "I see, they have taken the bait." Galath coldly stated as he had planned for this to happen.
Squinting his eyes the man responded "how so? Wasn't part of our plan not to prevent prying eyes on what we are doing here?"
"Originally it was, but a certain investigator caught my attention, I wish for him to enter my lair. So I can know him better of course." Galath smiled, similar to how a man smiles when he finds his first love.
The man crossed his arms before responding to his friend's desire, "just like old times, I'll never understand your infatuation with those animals, they are lower than us. We are immortal, unkillable. Even if they were an amazing specimen, and became like us. At the end of the day, they are just human rats."
Galath crossed his arms before noticing a bright red car, old fashioned for its time on ground level leaving the parking area. The guest looked too, before questioning the CEO.
"Oh who's that? Seems like your rats need a new leash."
"That's Adram, seems like he's doing his little escapade." Galath continued "I've had my eyes on him as another specimen, his greatest strength is his ability to forgo any and all morals to achieve what he wants, his attempt at trying to fill that void within, even at his own detriment later on is always so fascinating."
"Let me guess, he's seeing a married whore isn't he? Reproducing like the animals they are. I bet the husband is one who ignores his family and the wife whores herself out to feel that lost connection." He chuckled because he had seen such behavior before."In any case I cannot wait for it to occur, watching those rats running around once doomsday hits is always so cathartic."
Galath smirked coldly, it was his time to remark on his friend.
"You never do change, Nihilus."
…
Sol stirred from his sleep as the warm afternoon sunlight streamed through the cracks in the aged wooden walls of the barn. The air inside was filled with a comforting blend of hay, dust, and the earthy scent of livestock. The barn itself, weathered by years of use, stood proudly with a creaking roof that insulated the warmth of the structure.
The spacious interior of the barn housed a mix of tools, feed sacks, and harnesses neatly organized on rough-hewn shelves. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the wooden slats, creating a dance of dust motes in the air. Sturdy wooden beams supported the loft overhead, where bales of hay were stacked with precision.
Outside, the barn was surrounded by the vastness of the ranch. Expansive fields stretched to the horizon, dotted with grazing cattle, including the gentle Lanca, their long, curved horns adding a picturesque touch to the landscape. Pockets of wildflowers adorned the landscape, adding vibrant hues to the rustic scene. A rustic wooden fence enclosed the immediate area around the barn, defining a small courtyard. The sound of a distant creek added a soothing melody to the pastoral setting.
Facing the now-roused Sol was Antonio, the roughly middle aged man wore a stoic expression, his brown hair contrasting well with the pale green eyes, his attire consists of a worn, broad-brimmed hat, shielding his face from the sun. His shirt, once vibrant, is now faded and stained from years of hard labor. A simple vest, weathered by the elements, provides a layer of protection. Sturdy leather pants and well-worn boots complete his practical ensemble, bearing the marks of countless hours spent working on the ranch.
"Sol, your tasks for the day are complete. Your hard work from dawn till dusk should be more than enough. Feel free to leave; Mr. Cedric should have your wages prepared for you."
"Ah I see, thank you Antonio. I'll head out now." Sol headed to the barn doorway before Antonio stopped him.
Antonio's concerned eyes studied Sol. "Rare sight, catching you asleep. Everything alright? Heard some mumbling, and who's this Nihilus? Someone important to you?"
Sol's muscles tensed, an unexplainable rage surging within him. It felt like an instinctive response, an overwhelming desire to silence Antonio upon the mere mention of that name, Nihilus. It was as if an unseen force sought to conceal something, urging Sol to keep it hidden.
"I don't know, I've never heard that name," Sol quickly responded, his voice carrying a hint of confusion. With those words, he briskly removed himself from the barn, his armor hiding the anxious turmoil that stirred beneath.
Who is this Nihilus person? And that dream? What was it even about? It felt so familiar yet distant.
As Sol stepped out of the barn, a voice called out, capturing his attention.
"Good work today, Sir Sol. Your efforts haven't gone unnoticed." The woman, her hands adorned with soil and hard work, presented a woven basket. It cradled an array of vibrant fruits, freshly harvested vegetables, and a succulent slice of tender meat. Sol, though initially hesitant, accepted the humble offering.
"No need for lunch Miss Avondale, I would've been fine without it."
Avondale giggled, her blue eyes focused on the armored man. "No need to be humble, you do work the hardest out of all the farmhands." Her words carried a genuine warmth, and a playful glint sparkled in her eyes.
Sol narrowed his eyes, she wasn't lying. Sol had indeed done a sizable portion of the work, from maintaining large swathes of land, pulling Betsy from her reoccurring entrapment, carrying heavy farm equipment to even moving plowers.
"Fine, I'll take it."
"I'll see you tomorrow then!" she exclaimed, waving goodbye to the departing Sol. As he left, he glanced at the basket he had received.
I wonder what poison she put on this junk this time?
As Sol walked towards Mr. Cedric's office, his gaze caught a pair of Lanca peacefully grazing in the expansive field.
I'm sure Lanca won't get easily poisoned by this garbage!
Sol carefully emptied the contents of the basket near the ground where the Lanca were peacefully grazing, ensuring not to leave any trace of the basket behind.
That filthy Avondale really thought she could deceive me? Her pathetic gifts won't manipulate me.
Sol maintained the facade of showing some care for the women on the farm, recognizing that expressing his deep-rooted hatred could lead to unnecessary trouble. Sol felt a sense of relief, knowing he wouldn't have to encounter her today. He had managed to save enough money for a helmet, and with his upcoming paycheck, it seemed he would have sufficient funds.
As Sol approached Mr. Cedric's office, he observed its simple yet robust design. The weathered wooden structure, standing among the ranch buildings, emanated an unassuming charm. The slightly worn door, marked by the echoes of countless knocks, hinted at the office's daily bustle. A modest, neatly carved sign confirmed its identity as Mr. Cedric's domain. This practical structure seamlessly blended with the rustic ambiance of the ranch. Knocking twice at the worn door, shaking the ambience of the office a voice called.
"Come in."
Entering Mr. Cedric's familiar office, Sol was greeted by the well-known sights. The seasoned oak door, a bit creaky from age, opened to reveal the room's functional simplicity. Inside, the familiar wooden desk, adorned with parchment, quills, and a small candle, sat in its usual place. A few oil lamps illuminated the room, creating a cozy atmosphere. The afternoon sunlight filtered through a small, curtained window, casting a warm glow on the well-worn wooden floor.
"Ah, here for your paycheck?"
Reaching into his drawer, Mr. Cedric retrieved a pouch filled with coins and pushed it toward Sol on the surface of his desk.
"Thank you, sir. It's been a pleasure working with you."
Sol accepted the pouch of silver, counting the contents – a total of 10 silver coins. He was momentarily stunned. Was it usual to receive this much money? Was it normal? After all, he had only been working for a week.
"If I may ask sir, why do my wages keep increasing like this?"
Mr. Cedric chuckled, his weathered gray hair complementing his matching gray eyes, which peered out from a face marked by the passage of many years.
"Absolutely! Your contributions are exceptional. You manage tasks that would typically require a small team, effortlessly handling plows and demonstrating boundless energy. Your expertise with Betsy, addressing her frequent challenges, significantly eases the burden on your fellow ranchers. Your role extends beyond the usual ranch work, playing a pivotal part in the intricate task of Lanca herding."
Sol was taken aback; never before had he received such a heartfelt compliment, let alone one of this magnitude. A sense of fulfillment washed over him, realizing the genuine acknowledgment of his importance and the value of his contributions.
"In any case, what do you plan on using this money for? Do you have a lady in need of support?" Cedric grinned. Sol, however, flinched in momentary disgust at his response but quickly composed himself. If it hadn't been for his armor, Cedric might have noticed his acute disdain.
"No, I plan on buying a helmet."
"A helmet? What for? Don't you already have one?" He inquired, pointing at Sol's helmet.
"Not for me, for a good friend of mine. I'm thinking if it would be alright if he works with you."
Mr. Cedric furrowed his brow, then nodded in agreement. "Well, if you're vouching for this friend of yours, he must be good. Alright, bring him in tomorrow, we'll see what he's got."
"Thank you sir!" Sol bowed his head before leaving for the exit.
Leaving the farm and entering the village-town sprawl of Refugio, Sol navigated through winding paths and bustling streets. The town exhibited a lively array of shops and cottages, the air filled with the aroma of various goods and the sounds of chatter.
Following the mental map he had formed over the past few days, Sol finally arrived at the armory shop he had noted earlier. However, to his surprise, a new sign adorned the storefront, but it was in a language unknown to Sol. Peering through the shop's plain glass, he observed a shop cleric meticulously polishing weapons and armor, their skilled hands bringing a gleam to the metalwork.
Entering the shop Sol faced the nervous looking cleric.
"M-may we help you?"
Sol looked around the shop before replying, "What helmets are you currently selling?"
The cleric blinked twice, before stuttering "W-well you see sir we either sell leather or steel helmets, but they are usually considered into one set. I don't believe we can sell them individually."
"I see, I'm willing to pay extra if you would, what are the prices of a complete set anyway?"
"A full horseman set should cost around One-twenty-five silver. A full plated armour would be much more expensive while a leather set would only be around sixty silver."
One-twenty-five or sixty silver?! I don't have that much.
"However since you are only interested in buying a helmet that would be fifteen percent of the total set price, plus the additional cost that you mentioned earlier."
"Would you mind if I examine the helmet?" Sol requested, folding his arms while maintaining eye contact.
"Of course," with that the cleric went through the door behind him, and after a few moments he came out with a burnished helmet.
"Here it is sir, one of our finest helmets."
Lending out to the intrigued Sol, examining the helmet he noticed a few issues with it. Firstly it was too large for Caulot, he had already gotten a rough measurement of Caulot's head however the largest issue was that it did not cover his entire face. Sol was well aware that buying a helmet that didn't conceal Caulot's looks would result in him being ostracized.
"I require a different helmet, this small" Sol placed his hands apart describing both the width and height of the required gear "and it needs a mask, one that covers the entire face."
The cleric squinted his eyes before his brows flashed upwards, almost as if a candle lit above him.
"Hold on, I think there might be something like that." Heading inside the room he had entered previously he quickly retrieved it before placing it in front of the counter.
"Here it is, it was a standalone piece made by some blacksmith in the Re-Eztize kingdom, however it's not that great of a quality."
Sol picked up the piece, the helmet, though serviceable, bears the marks of pragmatic craftsmanship. The steel is more functional than ornate, with visible seams and rough edges. Despite its utilitarian design, the helmet provides a solid barrier, and the worn leather lining inside speaks of practical durability rather than extravagant comfort. Its two eyeholes, though not perfectly horizontally aligned, create an unconventional feature that might seem impractical for most, yet strangely fitting for Caulot, aligning precisely with his unique needs.
"This will do, how much is it?"
The cleric blinked twice before grinning "that will be seven silver please."
Sol grabbed seven silver coins from the pouch he received from Mr Cedric and placed it on top of the counter. The cleric counting it before smiling and placing the helmet in a cloth bag "that will do, do you wish to buy anything else?"
"No," Sol said adamantly before taking the bag and leaving the store, the cleric dumbfounded but also curious about the black knights antics.
I wonder what house he serves under? Still what a strange helmet he bought.
Sol headed back to the forest edge, where Caulot's shack laid, eagerly awaiting the approaching knight he shouted.
"Sol you're back! How was work today?"
Sol chuckled "it was good, had a few troubles with the animals, one of them even gave me food."
Caulot blinked twice, how would an animal give you food anyway?
"Regardless I got you a gift,Sol took out the helmet from the bag, Caulot's eyes sparkled in awe.
"Is-is that for me?!"
Sol replied "That's right, I finally earned enough to get you a helmet, sorry I wasn't able to get a full armour set though."
"No this is perfect! It's a great start." Taking the helmet from Sol he had to stop himself from squealing in joy. Sol couldn't help but smile at his friend's antics.
"Anyhow I put a word in for you, you'll be working with the farm starting tomorrow."
Caulot froze, his eyes looked at Sol with concern. "Tomorrow? I don't think I'm ready for it."
Sol placed his palm on Caulot's shoulder before shifting in to reaffirm to him "it'll be alright Caulot, I'm with you plus you won't have to worry about anyone judging you now that you have that helmet. Let's work together, get yourself a full set of armor and go on a cool adventure together!"
Caulot's eyes sparkled "Just like the thirteen heroes?"
Sol laughed before replying "of course, now let's have dinner. What did you cook up this time?"