The First Legendary Beast Master - Chapter 1285

Chapter 1285: Keep Them Company

{Regent Azov, would your companions mind some company? I have a set of bracelets for a Mythic Rank Shaman. Ones that aren’t accounted for by the Alliance members.} Karl messaged.

He could sense the Immortal’s attention shift to him.

{You made two identical pairs, then realized that there was only one Mythic Shaman in the Guild Alliance?}

Karl shrugged, and watched the Immortal begin to laugh.

{I could give one of the extras to a Cleric and sell the other. Or, there might be someone else who can use them. But those foreign dignitaries might appreciate the gift. I can tell that there is a Shaman in there with you.}

{The Prince of Nabibun. Are you sure that your item is suitable for a Dwarf?} Azov asked.

{Definitely. It’s got a totem effect for shamans that boosts elemental damage. Dwarves would love it. Well, any Shaman would. The mages too, but they can’t use it, they need a Shaman to cast it.} Karl agreed.

{Come on up.}

Karl opened a portal to move from his seat to the hotel reception area, avoiding the crowd, then went to knock on the door of the meeting room.

The Succubus waiting inside silently opened the door for him, and Karl entered to find the group of Princes intently watching the end of the fight between Tiffani’s group and the Oathbreaker.

The agility of the vampires was enough to keep from getting massacred by the demon, but it was still a close call, and an enthralling fight for those who could follow it.

The Dragon Prince of Kopji clapped happily. “Excellent. The Supreme Lady’s assistant will be back with us shortly. Karl, you are in a Guild with her, right? Do you know what sort of thing she likes? Perhaps her favourite food?”

Karl knew precisely zero about the vampire. Other than what he had discovered in the few times that he had interacted with her.

[I have blood wine she will love.] Rae offered.

She dropped it out of her space onto the table in front of the dragon, forcing Karl to go with her plan.

“If I’m not mistaken, this blood wine should be a flavour that she’s particularly fond of. If you’re attempting to woo away the Supreme Lady’s assistant, it might be a good spot to start.” Karl offered.

Azov stared at the bottle for a moment, then smiled.

The wine was made with the blood of a light element beast, and the effect maintained a bit of the lingering holy element that would reduce a vampire’s healing ability, allowing them to get properly drunk.

While it might actually be a favourite of Tiffani, a man offering it to her with a date proposal might come off exactly the opposite of how he intended it.

Unfortunately for the Kopji Prince, he was not aware of the intricacies of blood wine production, or its effect on Vampires, other than as a nutritious beverage.

Tiffani was in a great mood after her victory, and strutted into the room with a radiant glow that dropped instantly when she spotted Karl.

“I should have known you’d be here.” She muttered.

“It is a Darklight Host built and operated facility. Congratulations on your victory, that was a truly spectacular fight.” Karl agreed.

“Miss Tiffani, this is for you. It came highly recommended by your Guild member.” The Prince declared, while Azov tried not to laugh.

“Did it, now?” She replied, not really paying attention until she opened the cap on the bottle.

“Oh! Now, that is unexpected. Where did you even manage to find this?” She asked in a dangerous tone.

The dragon began to realize that something had gone wrong, and immediately backtracked.

“The Beast Master provided it with his recommendation.” He stammered.

“He did, or a suspiciously dark-skinned woman did?” She asked.

Karl smiled at her. “Rae gave it to me to pass to him.”

Tiffani stashed the bottle in her inventory. “I will pretend that you didn’t know the spider was giving out the equivalent of a vampiric date rape drug.”

Karl shrugged. “It’s just blood wine. Rae’s got plenty, so you can really let loose. I can send a case to Matilda, if you would like.”

Tiffani glared at him. “Don’t you dare.”

Azov was openly laughing now. That insane old dragon would think it was hilarious to get the vampire blacked out drunk.

“I take it that you’re not close friends?” The Kopji Prince asked.

Karl shook his head. “The first time we met, we nearly beat each other to death. Compared to that, our subsequent encounters have been positively cordial. I suspect that there might be some lingering resentment related to the nature of the Chaos Element, though.”

Tiffani smiled slightly at Karl’s phrasing before she addressed the Kopji Prince. “Our fates are set in opposition to each other, but we are not enemies. Thank you for the gift, and I’m certain that you didn’t know the deeper implications of that particular vintage.”

Then, she sighed and elegantly settled into a chair, before taking the bottle out to pour a small sample of the wine into a glass.

She carefully sipped at it, then sighed in appreciation. “That flavour is spectacular. Addictive even. But that’s the catch, isn’t it? I will have to ask Lady Rae where she found the recipe one day.”

Rae mentally shrugged. She had given the blood and the fruit to Lotus, who had used Mystic Cooking to make her the wine.

“The Green Dragon Clerics made it for her. They probably have no idea what’s special about it, as they don’t drink blood wine.” Karl informed her.

“The Green Dragons made it? Of course, they did. Bunch of unrepentant drug dealers.” The vampire muttered.

Karl couldn’t argue with that. Even Lotus happily sold drugs to the city guard, under the condition that they didn’t get her in trouble by messing up at work.

Lord Bomgon’s words had been “Don’t let me catch you” not “Don’t do it”. That was basically the same as permission to Lotus.

“But that’s not the reason that I came up here. I actually just finished a set of items that are specific to the Shaman Class, and Mythic Rank. I thought that they might make a wonderful gift for the visiting Shaman.” Karl explained.

The Dwarven Prince from Nabibun turned to look at Karl. The cat demon appearance was vaguely familiar to him, but he couldn’t place it. He must have seen him one day in Bara, or at another function.