Tales of The Mighty Dragonair

The road to that shop took another hour from them, and both were talking about regular matters as opposite to usual. Ron was the one who spoke most of the time unlike the habit, as Willy or Arthur now wasn't a fan of talking.

Arthur knew a lot about the place they were heading to, as it lay on the outer borders of the forest, so many travelers were passing through here. rogue adventurers were constant visitors to this place of the golden lion clan, as demons here were low level and were easier to be killed, easier and safer.

Arthur was astonished by this tip, as if he was in charge of the clan he would put some taxes on passing through here. people of this world didn't know the concept of taxes, however sects like one he belonged to gained most of their wealth and power from taxes.

In Arthur's opinion, this clan had the foundations to be a tycoon, placed near the forest, plus a constant stream of mages who were trying to become more powerful. If the clan posed a new tax system here then it wouldn't be hard to train a new generation of youths with strong bodies and good affinities. The scope of future possibilities of this clan would be endless.

However he needed first to defend his life and then he would think about these things. The place they were heading to was full of shops that lived on serving those rogue travelers. Grandpa Regil's weaponry shop was one of them, as it was famous for his craftsmanship all over the region.

This was something he could exploit too in the future. Wealth was based on attraction of foreign visitors, based on trade. Having something unique like this in the hand and not gaining anything in return was a waste.

He needed to do a lot of changes here in the future, on condition there was one.

Once they approached that place, Arthur became more astonished with it. The place was so wide, more wide than his own clan's headquarters. The place was full of one level wooden buildings with many people coming and going everywhere.

On the first look, Arthur felt the number of people here was by hundreds, or even over a thousand. Such a place was allowed to be free was a waste, a god damn waste.

'I will revolutionize this place once I took over the management of the clan,' he muttered to himself as he walked through the place. Each shop was selling something mages here wanted, like a healing shop, supplies shop, blacksmith shop, tailor shop, and even bars were opened there.

For him this place was near perfect, with the lack of taverns and maybe a fighting arena. He intended to build them both once he took over this clan.

"This way, grandpa Regil's shop is out there."

Ron said as he took a turn to the right as there was a single shop on the end of this small street. This place lacked order; as if Arthur wanted to describe this place to anyone he would find a great difficulty to do so.

Another point was added to this place, organization.

"Grandpa Regil, how are you doing?" Ron said as he entered through the opened door followed by Arthur. The place was spacious with many tables that had many weapons on them. There were also some weapons hanging on the wooden walls, however they were fewer in regard to the number on the tables.

"Isn't this mr. Ron, how are you doing sir?"

An old man with a hunched back and short scarce white hair replied back. The face of this man was the real embodiment of being old, with long deep ridges all over his face. His eyes were clouded with white color that made Arthur doubt he could even see them.

"Hi grandpa Regil, here is my master, Willy the son of the head of our clan."

Once Ron said those words the old man's eyes widened as he tried to move from his location behind one of the tables as he intended to bow to Arthur, however the latter motioned him not to do so as he said:

"It's alright grandpa Regil. We are here for business, so I will trouble grandpa with my request."

"Your requests are an honor to me and my family. Without the clan I would be a homeless person like many others. Your family provided safety and that alone is priceless. Anything you want my lord is a gift from me, and I won't allow you to pay anything to me here."

The old man was determined not to accept any money from Arthur who kept trying to give the old man money all the time. When Arthur lost hope in making the old man change his mind, he decided to put this note in his mind in the future, as this old man would be rewarded for his generosity with him.

"May I ask what my lord wants from me?" grandpa Regil asked.

"I want to have a bow and arrows, however I want something special," Arthur simply replied.

"Something special, hmm… I have something that was made by my great grandfather. It's like a family heritage to me, but for you my lord I'm happy to give it to you. Hold on a second, I will bring it to you."

Regil said this as he moved slowly with his short pace towards a corner. After he spent some time there moving things and opening boxes, a three piece bow was in his hand when he returned. The bow was made of strange wood that had some faint redness in its silver white color.

Three pieces of one bow lay in front of Arthur on the table. Before grandpa Regil could assemble the bow, Arthur involuntarily moved to assemble the pieces together in a smooth way like he knew what to do.

Grandpa Regil stood in his place with great astonishment all over his face. He muttered when Arthur stretched the elastic cord to be linked between the two ends:

"That's amazing, even I couldn't assemble it without returning to the booklet left by my grandfather, that's amazing."

Arthur heard him to be stunned, as he lost his concentration for a second and got himself carried out in the moment. He sighed as he said trying to cover up what he just did:

"Sorry, I just couldn't help myself when I looked at this amazing bow."

"It's indeed our young lord, who deserves to be the next head of our mighty clan," grandpa Regil said with a grin full of pride.

Arthur didn't know what to say except he returned the bow to Regil as he said:

"I also want enough arrows to be used with this special bow."

Arthur didn't hold the bow for long but he sensed some power inside it. this bow was special, and this returned for sure to the material it was made of.

Regil took the bow as he said:

"As I recall, my great grandfather said this bow needed special arrows to be used with this bow. Unfortunately there were no records of these arrows, but I can give you a handful of the best arrows here. they are highly requested from mages who travel here all the time."

Arthur was disappointed, as this bow craftsmanship was something extraordinary. He doubted any arrow here would be enough to show the true potential of this bow.

He sighed, as he had no other option except to accept this offer, so he said:

"Thanks a lot grandpa Regil."

"Don't mention it, do you know this bow was made especially for your great grandfather before he was assassinated? It seems this bow is destined to be used by the golden lion house after all. Wait for me here, I will arrange enough arrows for you my lord."