The First Legendary Beast Master

Chapter 1216: Dwarven Instincts

Not only were they on to another topic, the Fae had taken great interest in Jake now that he had gained a System Class.

The System wasn’t active in the Fae Realms. Or, it normally wasn’t. So, this was a whole new experience for them. When you lived for thousands of years, new things were one of the greatest experiences of your year, even when they were seemingly mundane to others.

So, Matilda and Jake had gained a large crowd of onlookers who were enthralled with his attempts to master the activation of his new skills.

Slate had given him a war pick as a celebratory gift, as it was the tool that he would be most familiar with. The pick on one side, just like he had swung all his life, and the hammer on the other side, the same as was used to pound metal rods into the stone to create holes for blasting charges.

Now, they had drills for that, but when he was young, they were all pounded with hammers and a metal rod.

He only had a few system linked skills, the base ones of the warriors. Cleave and Guard.

But that was enough to get him started on his training, and Remi was working on a whole new set of potions to help late bloomers catch up to everyone else.

The Karl’s father had a natural affinity for the war pick, and while he hadn’t ever trained as a warrior, he was already very strong. A few more transferred skills and a few potions should make it easy for him to at least reach high Awakened Rank, maybe Ascended before the end of the wedding.

That would make it funny when he went home.

Remi had never been to the Karl’s home town, but from what she remembered, there weren’t any strong people there at all, or any strong monsters to defend against. So, if she got his father properly set up, he might be able to take over and become the big boss.

That would be a good wedding gift.

Sister Rae had won the wedding preparation contest, since she made everyone new outfits. But Remi was pretty sure that she could make a strong showing if she helped advance the father of the Groom.

She didn’t have a potion strong enough for most of the others, though.

She needed better stuff.

But not now. These Elves knew just how to massage her scales, and she was nearly turned into a puddle at this point, just stretched out on the massage bench as she extended her senses into her space to see what the Karl was up to.

Remi was quite satisfied with this level of treatment. She even got a second elf because her body was so long.

They had buffed, oiled, polished, and massaged every centimetre of her body, and even massaged her scalp until her eyes rolled back.

Who knew that Elves could do that?

Could the ones in the Tiny World do it? Or did you have to train them?

There weren’t many children here at the moment, unless you counted Button and Lyric. So, there wasn’t anyone at Jake’s skill level with their abilities. But there were plenty of patient skills instructors, and Jake was quickly getting the hang of keeping his [Guard] up while he attacked.

Karl had refrained from joining the sparring so that he could encourage his dad. But he could tell that it was somewhat embarrassing for him to let his son instruct him in the basics.

So, Karl was just watching, while Raj and Lord Drodh sparred.

Both were on the stronger side of Mythic Rank, but the Drodh Lord had the clear advantage. His skills were faster and more refined, a testament to his ability to hold Drodh against outside threats for centuries.

While Karl watched, he got an interesting idea. He could recreate that desk he saw in the tower, the bookstore they had visited during the winter festival. That would create all the basic supplies he needed to make skill books.

But for now, he could just transfer his father a few more skills directly after he mastered the basics.

Rae was already making him armour.

“Karl, why don’t we show him what he’s working toward? Do you have an axe and shield or a pick?” Slate asked.

Karl nodded. “I’ve got both. Which do you prefer? Or I can call a Golem to spar with, so you can show off how to deal with wild magical beasts.”

The Dwarf smiled in satisfaction. “That’s an even better idea. What can you call as a Golem?”

Karl shrugged. “Most types of standard beasts as my regular Golems. I usually use a Dire Bear. But that might be a bit extreme for my old man.”

Jake chuckled. Nobody went one-on-one with a Dire Bear at the same Rank. That was just common sense, according to the movies.

Karl called a pair of Stoneskin Boars, and had one come sit at his feet, while the other went to the sparring ring to meet with Petros. The Dwarf had a battle hammer in his hand, and a large rectangular shield, a favourite of the Dwarves.

As soon as Petros was set, the boar charged, and Karl let it just go by instinct, with instructions not to leave the sparring ring.

They were both at the Totem Rank, so the combat was much faster than anything that Jake could hope to accomplish on his own. But the way that the seemingly slow and stout Dwarven Shaman blocked, turned and attacked as the boar charged was enlightening.

Slate wasn’t using any skills other than [Lightning Hammer] an enhancement on his weapon that activated on contact.

That was a better approximation of how a Warrior fought than his usual shamanistic skills. But it also gave him more time to spar with the boar.

The extra exercise was good for him. He spent too much time dealing with city council issues lately, and not nearly enough time on physical pursuits. If he didn’t find more time to keep up his training, he was worried that he would get slow and rusty.

Perhaps he could ask the Karl to make something for Bara like he made for the Golden Dragon Nation. A training ground where they could go at any Rank and build their combat skills.

After all, not everyone was an Overlord, but that was the only Dungeon they had.