Chapter 2.0 (Patreon)

Pyotr took a deep breath as everything that had taken him to this place was undone.

Corpses littered the forest, and with them, some money and resources that he could use to get to safety. Stuff like camping supplies, water, and provisions.

The damage in his armor was quickly fixed by his silk, which also patched his wounds the best he could. Pyotr needed to get proper medical care now since the infection looming on the horizon would probably kill him.

Lucky for the young man, there was a city in relatively close distance that had what he needed. The original destination of his caravan was the huge settlement of York.

A big metropolis near the coast where dozens of different races lived together, balancing between chaos and harmony. What was more impressive, apart from the exterior wall, were their tall buildings created with a mixture of magic and miracles of engineering that reached the skies.

Entering the city was easy. The bandits had left all the documentation he had on him, and the armor that wrapped around him gave him a regal look, so the guards did not raise any eyebrows.

He could have grabbed the heads of the bandits to take them in for a reward, but they were too heavy. It would have slowed him too much, and Pyotr could already feel his head light when he entered the local hospital; a mixture of cold and heat made it clear that fever was settling in.

The hospital took excellent care of him. Since he could not pay for the more expensive service that would get him in top shape in only a few hours, Pyotr needed to spend the rest of the night in the building. Having medics using all kinds of magical lotions and potions while closing his wounds with strings soaked in concoctions. Magic healers cost a small fortune after all.

When they were done with him, it was already a sunny morning, and he needed more cash to pay for his stay in the city.

There was only one way that he could find a job that was related to his skills. The League of Avengers bulletin board.

On each square, there was one big stone and metal structure that looked like a bulletin board with words written with magic lights on its glass screen. People who requested help from this group got their petition published in this structure for local adventurers to take them.

“Well . . . look at that . . .” Pyotr mumbled while looking at a petition for help. That looked like a perfect job for him. However, he was not the only one looking at the bulletin board.

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