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Chapter 843: The Conduct of a Loyal Official

Prius had never heard of the Third Border City.

Border Town had been established to serve the mine — a settlement, not a city, with nothing in its name to earn such a prefix. Before His Majesty’s arrival in the Western Region, only Longsong Stronghold had deserved the word at all.

He understood what was meant when they arrived at the cave at the foot of North Slope Mountain.

He had long wondered about the fortress-like structure the Ministry of Construction had raised there. Its position was strange: the First Army guarded it, the North Slope Mountains rose at its back, and it stood too far from any real border to function as a defensive outpost against an invading force. He had asked around City Hall and received nothing useful — some said the construction team answered only to Minister Carl, others that no one outside had authority to inquire. He had stopped asking. He was curious, not reckless.

He had never imagined he would step inside.

The sight of the man-made underground passage stopped him in his tracks. A long tunnel carved into the mountain’s heart, opening into a cluster of caves so vast and interconnected that calling the whole of it a city was not, he realized, an exaggeration. The interior of an entire mountain, hollowed and shaped. He could not fathom what it must have taken to build it.

Could men have done this?

He stole a glance at His Majesty, and felt his estimation deepen.

Duke Ryan had once seemed invincible — had dominated the Western Region for over a decade and made the barren land as unyielding as iron. A man of formidable method and ability. But after all, he had only been a man.

What followed shook Prius even further.

In a flat, open chamber, two figures approached from the far end — men dressed like old-style warriors, attire that had become rare since the flintlock’s rise through the First Army. One of them looked Prius over slowly, then turned to His Majesty.

“Are you sure about this?”

“Sooner or later my subjects will know.” Roland’s tone was easy, considered. “Better to give them time to adjust than to keep concealing it. We’ll begin with the City Hall officials.”

The guard sighed — the helpless sigh of a man outvoted — and waved toward the dome of the hall.

A black shape descended from above. Silent. It settled on the ground before them like a dropped shadow, and it was full of tentacles.

Prius’s heart lurched. The sound that wanted to come out of him was very large, and he swallowed it only barely. The creature in front of him was something no nightmare had prepared him for. No demon from any story had ever looked like this. He wanted to step back but found that his legs had forgotten their function. Only the steadiness of His Majesty’s presence kept him upright.

Then a voice reached him — but not through his ears.

It arrived directly in his mind. Female. Soft.

“Your Majesty, it is good to see you.”

“And you, Pasha.” Roland smiled. “How are the worms?”

“Their numbers have increased. As long as there are mushrooms, they simply keep eating.”

“Easy to feed, then.”

“Very. You can count on us.”

“Good. When the war begins, you’ll be occupied with other things, and I mean to raise more than a thousand. They should grow accustomed to people now.”

Prius stood rigidly still and reassessed everything he believed about the world. His Majesty spoke to this creature with the ease of a man talking to any other official. And the creature — the deference in its voice was nothing like the menace of demons in old stories. If the monsters in those stories had spoken like this, perhaps they would not have been frightening at all.

He took two careful breaths. His heart found a slower pace.

What does he want me to raise? Worms?

And is this the secret? A concealed non-human entity beneath the North Slope Mine?

His Majesty seemed to read the confusion plainly. He placed a hand on Prius’s shoulder. “This is Miss Pasha. She was once a renowned lady. A demon’s curse changed her outward form — but inside, she is still human. There is no reason to fear her.”

“A… lady?” The word took a moment to land.

“Precisely.” The king’s voice was quieter now. “Come, walk with me. I’ll explain everything.”

And so Prius heard a story that should have been impossible. There were more creatures like Pasha — dozens, perhaps more. Four hundred years ago they had lived in the Barbarian Land and built their own towns, but they could not withstand the combined assault of demonic beasts and demons. Most died in the wilderness. A handful escaped west. The curse that transformed them also made them immortal — condemning them to live forever in those changed bodies, carrying the memory of what they had been. Now Roland had taken them in. They would fight alongside Neverwinter against the demons, and they were, by His Majesty’s word, subjects of Graycastle.

“I understand,” Prius said quietly.

“As you’ve seen, their appearance creates a bad first impression. Very few people have been told.” Roland paused. His gaze was steady. “If you speak of this — you know the consequence.”

“I’ll keep it secret, Your Majesty.” The oath came immediately, and he meant it. Impossible as it all was, he did not intend to examine how much he believed. He would believe what His Majesty told him. That was the essential conduct of a loyal official.

“Glad to hear it.” The king nodded.

With the ancient survivor Pasha as their guide, the party moved through a long passage. She paused at its end and gestured ahead.

Another vast cave opened before them. Enormous, dark, alive — strange plants rising from the floor, and between them, through the mushroom formations, enormous worms crawling with the unhurried certainty of things that had never needed to hurry. Prius stared. He had endured a great deal of stimulation in a short span of time, and he found he had reached some interior floor beneath which further shock simply could not land.

“Is this… what I’m to raise?”

His Majesty had been observing him the entire time. He nodded, with what looked very much like satisfaction. “Correct. They’re called rubber worms. Their secretion is an industrial material of significant value — as important, in its way, as meat and eggs. The expedition team found them in the Great Snow Mountain and brought them back. They can only live underground, which is why the survivors of the Third Border City have been tending them.” He paused. “I hear that to feed your chickens and ducks, you’ve been raising earthworms.”

“Essentially, yes. It reduces the birds’ foraging range and helps them grow faster.”

“These worms are similar to earthworms — not in their breeding method, but in their nature.” Roland nudged one of the rubber worms off a mushroom with the toe of his boot. The creature did not react until it hit the ground, then dragged its considerable belly into the tall grass and disappeared. “Not aggressive. Fond of mushrooms. Large, but passive — they won’t bite. The only task is to collect the mucus from their bodies at regular intervals.”

“Mucus.”

“Have you seen a milk cow? The point isn’t the animal — it’s what the animal produces.”

“By collect — do you mean squeeze it out?”

“Harvest would be the better word. Find the most efficient method.” Roland’s expression was mild. “That said — the worm itself is not precious. Sometimes it’s faster to kill one and extract the mucus directly. Their reproductive rate is considerably faster than a chicken or a cow.”

An involuntary shiver moved through Prius. He could not have explained why, but he had the distinct impression that His Majesty held no particular affection for the rubber worms.

Roland’s tone returned to its usual register. “This notebook describes their habits.” He handed over a small volume bound in cowhide. “Read it alongside what you already know from your poultry work. Devise whatever methods you think best for accelerating their growth and simplifying the harvest. I want to see results by next month.”

“Yes, Your Majesty.” Prius accepted the booklet. “I’ll be doing this alone?”

“The First Army garrison will assist you.” Roland smiled. “Work hard. There may be a place for you at this year’s Award and Honor Ceremony.”

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