The Runic Alchemist

Chapter 710: All In The Day’s Work 2

The man’s mind connected to the spatial storage, and his eyes widened slightly before he controlled himself and said, “It’s full. Probably a year.”

Now it was time for Einar to get surprised. She did not miss the chance to tease him, “Since when did you become so rich? And why did you never buy anything for us when we were in the academy?”

Damian rolled his eyes. “I remember giving you a gift or two.”

“You made that yourself!” she argued back.

“I could have asked for money..” Damian retorted.

This was not the Einar he remembered—the one he knew was awkward and shy. Guess over five decades is a lot of time for a person to change. He liked this one too; she gave him older sister vibes.

Damian added, “All that I earned from my morphing potions—we can sell some useful ones that have no violent effect to traders and merchants for a short while..”

Einar shrugged. “You are the Keeper. You can do whatever you want.”

Damian turned towards the three attendants. “Give someone a job to list non-violent animal and monster abilities that would be useful for common people in day-to-day life.”

He could tell it was not a normal thing anyone would ask of them, but they nodded anyway—trying not to show any emotions. Then Damian added, “It’s barely midday—is there anything we need to do that can be done in a day or so?”

“The meaning of what you can do in a day and what we can do is totally different,” Einar replied. “The soldiers were free after yesterday, so we gave them the duty to walk the streets. So that is taken care of. You mentioned improving our city walls, then rebuilding this stone keep—building a lab for yourself should be high on the list so you can build runic tools whenever you need.”

The old man added when Einar stopped, “Just having a few waygates at borders and faraway towns would make it easier to send all the people who want to go back to their village. Assuming the Faerunians are not an issue anymore.”

Damian nodded. He could delegate that task to someone after creating the needed waygate portals—he still needed to think of security measures, but for now, just for a few, he could use trusted people to manage the waygates that would be spread around the Sanctuary in necessary key points—not like they were doing much lazing around here.

When he said nothing, the mature lady spoke up, “We have many injured soldiers and citizens. We didn’t have enough funds to get the higher-tier healing potions, so the injuries that were not fatal were not given priority throughout this war. The potions made by Lord Keeper have been a prized treasure of the Sanctuary for years. We have used up all of it by now, though.”

Damian nodded. “I will make more. We can dilute it and sell that too. What else?”

“Isn’t that enough?” Einar said. “We have other days, you know?”

“Ah yes. I want a few of us to go and check out all the dungeons available in our Sanctuary and give me a report on each one. It has to be done in a way that doesn’t cost us lives—use the free transcendents. It would be better if someone who knows the Sanctuary’s stationary army—who makes the teams and decides who needs to go where—takes charge.”

“I will get on it,” Einar replied.

“You are free?” Damian asked.

Drona had come near the desk halfway through their conversation, banging on the side of the desk with the glowing shield in his hand with all the strength a three-year-old could muster.

“It’s simple enough. I know the men the best,” Einar replied while trying to stop Drona from banging the thing.

“Don’t send any transcendents yet, or the soldiers. Just make a list so we can act on it at once when the time comes,” Damian added. Einar just nodded.

She got up from the chair, took the kid in her arms, pointed at the documents resting on the desk while looking at him, and then walked away. He indeed needed to read the many documents gathered for him. Damian looked at the stack of papers for a while, then looked away. Not today. He also got up from the chair, saying,

“Let’s first of all separate the place of work from where we live. I can also add a place to make and store the potions there. Then we will move on to building waygate points. How much steel can we get today from the city?”

The three attendants settled on his left and right. The young attendant replied, “We have in store some 100 tons, and if we buy more from the blacksmiths and merchant stores, we can get 200 tons or more.”

“Okay, 100 tons is enough. I’ll take that for the few temporary waygates. Do we have researchers and potion makers that we can hire to teach the base material for my potions?”

The old man answered, “There are few if we only take the trusted ones. If it’s pure productivity the priority, some sixty people can be expected.”

“No, I only need trusted and those who would accept the contract in future to produce the raw material in large quantities for us.”

“I will notify them,” the old man concluded. Damian nodded.

“Grab a few soldiers and use these spatial storages to get all the important documents and necessary things for the temporary workplace,” Damian said, giving the three a dozen or so runic spatial storages.

Only one would do too, but with more it would be faster and more people could help. The attendants left to do the assigned work as Damian reached the main gate of the keep. The soldiers coming and going kept bowing and wishing him good afternoon. Replying was getting tiring, so he just nodded at them.

The whole stone keep was made in a 500×700 meter rectangle shape with two stories and watchtowers. It was good enough if it was the main governing building of a small town—for their growing city, he needed to make something exceptional. It wasn’t just a fancy attraction—the main building where rules and judgment were passed needed to look impressive for the people of the city to take it seriously and respect the people working there. It was a symbol of the government.

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