Novel Full Chapter 703 703 Don’t Forget The Show
Chapter 703 703 Don’t Forget The Show
?Wolfe settled in on his magical cushion on top of the ammo crates and waited for more of the guards to come and get their melee weapons upgraded. That would be enough to keep them happy for a few more days, and make them a proper threat to the visitors again, if someone did choose to start trouble.
Most of the Fae and Demons that had been sent were rank two or three, with a single powerful member above them to stabilize the mana flows in the region that they were assigned to. Rank Four magical swords would slice through whatever defensive magic they tried to use, and even if it was a Rank Five assistant to one of the regional guardians, a group of guards should be able to detain them without too much trouble.
That was all that the city guards were worried about. Everyone had been behaving fairly well, but in time they would lose the respect of the people if they couldn’t actually do anything to keep the peace.
“Wolfe, good to see you again. I brought as many people as I could find. Are we doing the blades and the rifles all at once?” The next guardswoman to enter the armoury asked.
“Sure. Are you part of the city guard or the patrols?” Wolfe asked.
“We’re all city guards. Is there a difference?”
Wolfe nodded. “I’m going to put the same password on all the city guard rifles, in case of emergency. Only the patrols that head out of town will be given personal rifles. That way you don’t have to look for the right one in the case of an attack, but they’ll still be secure, while the patrols that are headed further out will have their own individual rifles to take care of and personalize.
It seems like the best way to get the security of our weapons up, and having their own personal rifles will help encourage everyone in the field to take good care of their gear.”
The witches smirked at Wolfe’s reply. Indeed, some of them were really hard on gear, and the logic usually was that the armoury team would maintain it and send them out with a shiny new one next time. But if they had their own, and had to ask to get it fixed and cleaned every other day, they would be certain to gain a reputation among the armoury teams.
“It will certainly be a learning experience for a few of the members, I’m certain. But I was a Sylvan soldier first, and half of our basic training was cleaning and polishing our equipment. Other than during the beast tides, they take great pride in the appearance of their troops, and letting them get tarnished and stained just would never do.”
The other guards smiled at the memory of having the cleaning processes drilled into their brains, while Wolfe used [Detect Hidden] to check their weapons for flaws.
As expected, these were also not heavily used in battle, so they didn’t have any defects that would compromise their integrity or the spells that were placed upon them. So, Wolfe went straight to work and began the upgrading process while the blades were still sheathed.
“Alright, that is your blades finished. The rifles will be waiting for the next emergency here in town. The password will be given to each guard group privately once it is decided. Once you learn your group’s password, do not under any circumstances share it with others or speak it out loud. Either one will lead to disciplinary actions for compromising the security of the armoury.” Wolfe instructed.
“Got it boss. We will send more people down as we find them. Thanks for the upgraded blades too, these feel very reassuring hanging on the belt. It’s like we got an upgrade to our authority right at the start of our day.”
More confidence was precisely what they needed. If they didn’t have the confidence to face the issues that the town would be facing, then Wolfe would have to consider bringing in different guards to do the job. The Wrath Demons weren’t afraid of much, but having Demons would mean needing to have Fae as well to balance the proportions, so it was better if they could stick with just Witches as the guards.
The armoury was a good hiding spot as well. Not only could he meet a constant stream of people here, they all had things to do, and they would need to go after a short conversation, so there were no long and awkward attempts to curry favour with him, like he would face in the main festival.
He couldn’t remain here forever, though. At the very least, he needed to go up and see the shows that he had promised to be in attendance for, and likely put in a good word for the efforts of their workers during the hectic times of the festival.
That was just part of being the boss. You had to remind people that you cared, or they would forget.
“Mister Wolfe, the bunny show starts in fifteen minutes, are you going to go up and watch?” One of the servers asked as she walked past the armoury with a fresh load of snacks in a rolling vendor cart.
“Thanks for the reminder, just let me leave a note and I will be right there.”
The whole town seemed to be moving toward the stages, and everyone was packed in tight, making it difficult to walk. So, Wolfe took to the air, joining the Faeries and the smaller flying species of both Fae and Demons in their search for a good perch to watch the shows from, or to reach the upper walkways where the mobile carts of snacks were still trying to make their way through the crowd.
“This is too much. It’s time to pull rank, I’m going to sit on the wall of the spire.” Wolfe muttered.
It was only a single array to make himself a chair and attach it to the wall of the spire, allowing him to comfortably relax and watch the show, but the luxury of it was not missed by the Fae who were flying by, looking for a spot among the crowded perches.