Chapter 1091 Runemaster Gilrut
As Michael contemplated his next steps, a soft voice resounded in his mind, reminding him of an important task. It was Ayag, his loyal and ever-watchful hydra.
"Ghost," Ayag's voice whispered, "it might be wise to use the emergency beacon now."
Understanding the urgency, Michael reached into his pocket and retrieved a small, unassuming cube. Gripping it tightly in his hand, he crushed it with a swift motion. In an instant, a brilliant beam of red light shot skyward, cutting through the stormy clouds above.
With the emergency signal sent, Michael sat down amidst the sea of white flowers, feeling their delicate petals beneath him. He turned his attention to Ayag, who seemed curious about his next move.
"I'll wait here until Barug comes to pick me up," Michael explained, his eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of the approaching airship.
Ayag nodded in understanding. "What comes next, Ghost?"
Michael's gaze turned resolute as he replied, "Next, I need to befriend Gilrut and begin cultivating in this world. There's much to learn and accomplish,"
While he waited for Barug or any of the orcs to come and pick him up, Michael accessed the system to review his accumulated wealth from the heist at Rideon Funds. The system provided him with a detailed summary.
[The host has 20 million in gold coins. The rubies, diamonds, and other valuables should be traded to evaluate their value in gold coins] the system informed Michael.
From the pile of gleaming gold coins, Michael plucked one and exited the system momentarily.
"Take a look at this coin," Michael said, presenting the divine gold coin to the three hydra heads. It sparkled brilliantly under his grasp. Then, he retrieved a regular gold coin from the mortal realm.
"No wonder this world doesn't use these gold coins," Sarba remarked, eyeing the comparatively dull coin from the mortal realm.
In contrast to the divine gold coin, the mortal realm's currency seemed like a cheap metal. The divine gold coins were forged from pure gold, transcending the quality of any gold in the mortal realm.
"Twenty million gold coins, huh? It wouldn't be worth exchanging them for a mere eight hundred thousand badass points," Michael pondered to himself.
The system then offered another piece of information.
[The system has compiled a list of alchemy ingredients needed to reconstruct the host's body to enable cultivation in this realm. The host can spend two million badass points to buy the ingredients or choose to acquire them from the realm of gods to save the points] the system stated.
"I should start by looking for the ingredients in Durran. I'll purchase as many as I can here, and the rest I can buy from you system," Michael informed the AI system.
Exiting the system, Michael turned his attention to the approaching carriages in the distance.
"I hear the carriages approaching, Ghost," Sarba noted.
"Finally," Michael replied, waiting patiently for the carriages to reach his location.
The carriages finally came to a halt near the emergency light, their wooden wheels creaking as they stopped. Barug, a burly orc, emerged from one of the carriages and made his way over to where Michael was seated on the flower-covered ground.
With a feigned air of weakness, Michael allowed the other orcs to assist him back to his feet. He looked at Barug with concern in his eyes.
"Are the hostages all right?" Michael inquired, his voice filled with worry.
Barug was taken aback by the human's genuine concern for the hostages, especially when he himself was bleeding from his wound. It was a rare sight to see such compassion in the criminal underworld.
"They're fine," Barug replied gruffly, "We'll take you to the healer and patch you up."
Michael nodded appreciatively and, with Barug's assistance, made his way into one of the waiting carriages.
Barug settled into the carriage across from Michael, concern still etched on his rugged features. After a moment, he couldn't help but ask, "What about Elmer and his gang? Did they say anything that might help us locate their hideout?"
Michael, still maintaining his fa?ade of vulnerability, furrowed his brows as if deep in thought. He leaned in closer to Barug and lowered his voice conspiratorially, "They were talking about... killing someone." He paused for dramatic effect, watching Barug's eyes widen with surprise.
Inside, Michael couldn't help but snicker at his own manipulation. Barug had no idea that he and Elmer had planned to work together.
"Killing someone?" Barug echoed, clearly taken aback.
Michael nodded solemnly. "Yes, they mentioned it quite a few times,"
Barug nodded in understanding, his expression growing graver. "We need to bolster our defenses then. If they're planning something like that, we can't afford to be caught off guard."
Michael decided to play his final card. He looked Barug directly in the eyes, a note of earnestness in his voice.
"I would be forever in your debt if you could arrange a meeting with Gilrut," Michael said. "I risked my life to get into that building for a reason."
A small smile spread across Barug's face. "That can be arranged quite easily. In fact, Gilrut has been asking to see the human who risked his life to get into the building."
Michael was genuinely surprised by this news. "Really?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.
Barug nodded with a hint of admiration in his eyes. "Yes," he replied, "Gilrut has expressed a keen interest in meeting the human who risked his life to save the hostages. It's not every day we encounter someone with such bravery in these dark times."
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