CH395

Seven days.

He’d squeezed in as much time at the library as he could, but he’d reached the point where their packing up was done, leaving his time there finished. It had been plenty valuable, but he couldn’t help but wish he’d gotten more as he made his way through the crowded streets.

They’d finally reached the day that various foreign armies were pouring in, each getting ready to set up at the section of the invasion points they were meant to cover, while many of the remaining citizens began their departure, going through the gate to safer areas in cities that had spent the last year rapidly expanding to host the refugees if they had no other place they could join up with.

Of course, not all of them were leaving, at least not immediately. With war came opportunity, and there were more than a few merchants and businesses that were staying set up for as long as they could, hoping to make whatever bit of cash was available from the soldiers and other groups that had come to fight in the last bit of downtime they’d have.

Ben for his part had something different in mind as he and his teacher carried planks to the edge of the city’s limits, the area everyone would need to pass as they made their way to the invasion point or else where they’d be resting.

“Here okay boy?”

“Yeah, it should be good. Sure you don’t want to stick around?”

“Ah, I respect the bit of charity you’re looking to do, and maybe it would be better if I helped, but I’ve got a selfish streak to me. Gonna meet up with some old friends before it’s too late. Of course, I can help you finish setting up if you want?”

“No, I’ve got this, go have your fun. Make sure you tell them about your precious apprentice who you absolutely adore.”

“Yeah yeah, don’t be surprised if a bit more work ends up your way since you’re doing this.”

“It’s basically what I’m here for, so whatever. Later Falk.”

As his teacher left, he got to work, pulling out a hammer, saw, and some nails to quickly throw together a simple stand for him to work at, before pulling out some black paint to make two signs to display exactly what he was doing there.

FREE ENCHANTMENTS FOR ARMOUR AND WEAPONS FROM THE CHURCH OF MYRIAD

THE APOSTLE IS IN

Oh yeah, that’s looking good.

<I’m going to be honest, I’m shocked. You’re basically doing some proper apostling. This is so out of character I have to wonder if you’re trying to make your peace with me before you die.>

Hey, I’m just trying to do the good I can and since I have the time, why not? Besides, I doubt I’ll be getting too many people.

<I wouldn’t be so sure.>

And why’s that?

<A lot of gods have their eyes on the city and plenty of them know who you are, along with the awakened skills you have and how you use connect. They’re already spreading the word to their believers on the ground.>

Wait, what?

Before his god could say anymore though, his thoughts were pulled away by the sound of pounding feet coming his way as he saw a massive crowd of people making a beeline at him, making what he expected to be a pretty slow time look like it would end up infinitely fuller than he imagined as he yelled out the moment they all reached him.

“I’LL GET TO ALL OF YOU SO FORM A PROPER LINE!”

He didn’t know how many hours it had been of constant enchanting, with the sheer mass of people making him have to re-evaluate how he’d planned on doing it. Originally, he’d been expecting to talk potential enchantments over with each person, trying to collectively decide what would help them the most, but with it stretching into the distance with no end in sight he had to modify it for the sake of having the slightest hope of getting everything done.

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