Page 11 of I Ran Away to Evil
[You have attempted to use the Perk:Cantrips (Burning Hand). You have succeeded.]
[You have attempted to use the Perk:Cantrips (Gust). You have succeeded.]
He purified and heated his bath, then poured in aloe and hard olive oil soap and used air magic to swirl it around to make bubbles. He added a drop of lavender oil and settled in for a long soak.
“Panlith got the recipe?” Keith handed off his clean plate, trying to figure out what to do with his new royal guest.
“Yesss, Master.” Tulith smiled and offered, “Apparently, Her Highnesss only cares about baking and sssightseeing. As per your ordersss yesterday, we let her leave this morning. She sssaid she will visit Kith Bog and return at your usual afternoon work hour.”
“I see.” And he was starting to see more clearly by the hour. Oh well, he needed the morning to finish the automaton and clear space for his new research subject. “Just … don’t let her into the inner sanctum until after lunch,” he ordered. He didn’t think he could survive [Mana Burn] twice in so many days. “And send someone to fetch her if she doesn’t return by noon.”
“As you command.”
Keith finished his bath and made his way to his work room. He needed to finish the golem and clean off his enchanted worktable.
When one of the treants had fallen in a duel with Knolith, General of the East, the Treefolk tribe had kept the monster core and given the body to Keith as tribute. His enchanted table was made out of the treant’s wood and a collectionof the most magical ingredients he could find. It was of immense assistance in his Arcane Sage practice.
Though Keith thought that classifying a sentient race like the treants as a “monster” race just because they sometimes spawned in dungeons was veryrude.
Still, he loved his desk.
Keith opened his character sheet and checked for any notifications before beginning [Construct Creation].
Name:
Keith Monfort of Nilheim
Occupation:
Dark Magician King
Level:
83
Experience Points:
7140/20750
