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Henrietta opened her mouth to say something but then closed it again. “I think so. Let me check.”
Notification tabs were usually annoying when there were important matters to deal with. Case in point, his own incessant [Mana Burn] reminders. He held her a little tighter as Henrietta got a faraway look, reading the updates.
“I’m level sixty-eight!” she let Keith know. “One second.”
It took longer than a second to go through everything she needed to finish leveling up. Her character sheet must have been as long and obnoxious as his, what with her being over level sixty.
As a person grew, at each new level they gained one attribute point in Strength, Dexterity, Constitution, Intelligence, Perception and Charisma—untilthe end of childhood. That was age ten for most races. After that, the system granted two attribute points per level up to put where anyone willed.
Keith resisted the urge to tense as he asked, “Are you keeping with your current trend of having the same level and Strength?”
The idea of her crushing diamond into powder came to mind. It was glorious to imagine.
“Actually … I think I’ll put it into Dexterity and Perception. I’m tired of traps,” she admitted.
“Would you like me to find a professional Rogue to teach you some tricks?” He didn’t have any on staff since the Goose Incident. But there were a few famous adventurers in Gren’s Keep who could be convinced.
“Good plan,” she said, still reviewing her character sheet. “I get to choose a new perk, so I’m just reading the list now.”
Keith sat back, much more comfortable now that he wasn’t juggling Ria up front and wings in the back. He wondered if he should make her a pair? A flying, sword-wielding Henrietta ready to cut her foe in half from across the battlefield would be a sight to see.
That was another thing. Keith stared down at Jacqueline, the magical [Void Damage] sword, perfect for completely and utterly destroying him.
He suddenly recalled the exact words in Madame Potts’s prophecy.Mass murderindeed.
All of the spells he’d learned that were mid or high level were from his godmother’s hoard. They were all of them dragon spells, and they were all of themuselessagainst Jacqueline’s crit damage.
If she attacked him … could he win?
His golems might be able to hold up long enough for him to escape. He could also use his wits to defeat Henrietta by trapping her or taking her sword. There were hundreds of golems that he could summon to fight the Heroine of Justice if he were prepared to do so.
[You have 00:48:42 until Death byMana Burn.]
Keith pinched his nose. He needed twenty potions to last until they arrived back at the Damp Gizzard, and he needed themnow. In less than an hour, he was going to pass out on the floor or just stay awake until he died.
His necromancer wasn’t on holiday anymore, but she was clear across the kingdom and wrapped around Julia’s dark sword-calloused finger. He would have to hope Henrietta would use her Revival potion on him … and that thought was almost as embarrassing as admitting he was dying now. She already had enough worries.
And he didn’t want to admit his weakness.
The most obvious choice was still to make it back to Gren’s Keep intact and then get some rest. So while Henrietta was choosing her perks, Keith used his skill [Share Senses] with Hubert.
The crow had followed them to the Damp Gizzard before wandering off to docrowthings. Now he was riding along, he sent the crow to pick up some health and mana potions. Merchants were willing to give things to the construct after Keith projected his voice, and soon, Hubert was carrying a sack filled with life-saving jars to their tent.
Keith left Hubert with instructions on where to go. He should arrive before Keith outright fell over.
He would get Henrietta settled, empty the potions from his storage space and from Hubert, and then they could be on their way.
At least, that was the plan.
CHAPTER 65
Arrest This Human!
Henrietta
If Keith hadn’t lost interest because I’d snapped at him or because I’d shown weakness and let my fear get the better of me, or because I’d cut him … then I thought it might be nice to use my points to reflect my new life.
Honestly, the chair cuddles gave me hope.
