Interference of outside source

The kings personal servant gets me out the storage room. He takes a few things from the shelving in passing. He talked about common rules that elite servants normally do while lower types ignore or can't see. Gifted cursed sight was rare and it had to be used with caution. As was name trusting.

The donut affect of the lower floor plan of this building has many small servant doors that look like storage closet sized doorways. The much more elaborate arched doorways was for any lost noble public to navigate or are simple guidelines for visitors to recognize their surroundings. The largest room down here was the court chamber. The heads of main nobility had seats to speak of voting laws or public space to bring forwards with internal issues. This chamber is always full of strangers and is always the loudest source of noise.

Off cut room were facilities like public toilets, a law book library and smaller offices for registering as a titled name, marriages, deaths and legal voting after coming of age. There was some private rooms that were private meeting venues for serious matters. This current facing room had a direct view to the front public street. It being lined of alchemist equipment and served as a lab for evidence of crime to be processed.

I was in the storage room with has a doorway into this room. The kings servant had took a longer route to avoid public awareness of access through that closet area. He also wanted some time to talk to me about rules.

The alchemist lab was of many twisted glassware, distilling kits and beakers. Mage ways had their own versions of finger printing and borrowed blood type testing. The potions here were often to curse poisoning cases, one the most prevalent crimes between status families. Funded by royalty and nobility for the sole purpose of making sure the life being executed on the other end is the correct one.

Some poisons made here is tested on the death row as others poison were to be replicated in order to prove a crime could be truthful possible. The lengths nobility families go to in order to poison fellow family members has become a national past time. Sourcing ingredients from myth doors had meant endless combinations of poisoning. There is a lot of mage scholars whom look at these poisons for curing disease and researching immortality.

Tracking back to what the king's private hand is still shuffling into my head is rules. He had not finish speaking the overall topic of servant rules but ended talking so he can serve the king to the best of his abilities. Passing potion ingredients and referencing a few open books laying around some lectures, worktables and benchs. Something was being cooked up in the lab area.

I hovered about looking into what books are being read from. I peer in watching the king himself casting his spell adjustment to heat a liquid glass vassal. My mind trying to guess the potion that was being made.

A sort of anti fey drink or something that repels fey. I would worry of they were going to poison anyone with this concoction. I glance to the others being around the room, waiting for this brew.

Hunters of Oath from beyond, this set being from the realm that boarders between god realms and living myth boundaries. The strange crystal like armour and odd fashion of wearing weapons like necklances charms is a common trait for them.

"Child, you would know of any strange bed time stories to share as warning?" Making small chat but not actually caring about my response.

Visitors like children for the blissfully unaware information that can be incredibly life saving for them. Where adults are harder lipped about telling spirits anything.

"There are many stories. But none of them are a threat to you. You are to... bland for them to care." I had looked about this speaker with some bored gaze of how easy like butter that armour would be torn. They aren't offended by my comment as they think I don't see them as not human.

"What if we said that were hunting lizards?" Another snickers, the playful comment is a joke. But had to played back in a serious tone, as I need to keep my young image for them.

"Oh... Well... I might have to ask someone else about that." I take a moment with checking with my internal awareness, "The orange gold scales are scared off from the abyss gate. They said it was..." I take a another pause as the mindscape images flicker, "The one whom pretends she is you. She will protect you from being erased. She thinks pretty folks with glittered wings. She would say it be a waste if eat by the things." I smile to myself to how unchanged she has been, "She is so werid."

Those whom are visitors make their own noted judgment, making commentary between themselves of changed subjects. They did hear me but didn't really consider it useful information from a kid like me. A lot of folks simple see the young me and don't give it second thoughts. Being dismissed was common and I had to accept this normal reaction.

"What does the book to the left of you say about the flower petals?" I am asked by someone normal, I step up to the lecture and used ice steps for a better view to read from. I take a moment reading the whole page.

"Which flowers are you asking about?" I ask and the servant shook the jar, "Blue shade... looks like..." I hummed with changing the book pages as this is the wrong section. I skim quickly, "In order to extract the petal oil, take great care of freezing then peeling the cell layer by a needle thin amount. To far and it will seep the toxic internal fluids and to lightly would bare no result." I read from the book and think about it, "You should try casting a snow frost over the whole petal and squish out the unwanted inner layer like a grape."

"Thats very exact way of extracting." Noted by the few.

"The blue dye of the petal makes for very vivid water color paint. Especially when you add willow tree fibre, white egg yolk and distilled flavourless spirit." I step down off ice steps and tot over to the table they been brewing stuff at.

"So why is water color paint important?" The king asks. I shrug with not wanting to answer it. He passed me a petal and I did the thing extracting the essence. He studies how easy I make it look.

"So like you know that painting hanging on the wall across from the voting chamber entry is a commission. A bunch of nobility were trying to buy it for their own rooms. The other worldly one with a ton of God icons hidden about the flower field." He nods, "It paid for rent for a little while and that winter grain stock."

He nods again with thinking on it. Slowly just nodding a lot with thinking. I added the essence of petal oil to the potion he was brewing and smile in watching colour changes within the liquid. Clouding with perspiration of reflective crystal flakes.

"That painting was purchased 2 and half years ago." The servant notes, "Are you sure your not fibbing?"

"Well... I finished the painting. I didn't start it." I sigh, "She like painting. She wanted it to be appreciated the way it was meant to be. We even made sure to not directly sale it ourselves of no class biasing." The king stopped nodding so much and frowns a little. He quick casted a lot of spells with finishing up real quick. The crystal content shaped and handed over to the visitors.

"False gems aren't hard to make here." He tells them, "If you place this in the area you were talking about. The heat should cause it to spread and cure the curse away." pocketed away and a exchanged pouch of odd metal is given. The servant takes care of it right away.

"May the words of wisdom and knowledge carry with you along your journey." Parting ways among the public of other worldly spirits and mage alike. I helped clean away with the kings servant, casting spells with ease. I fell into habits that I always have done if it were faster method then magic energy wasting.

"Did you fetch everything on that list?" The king asked, his voice was wobbly a little. Worried.

"Depends on which language you mean. There was like four different languages on that list."

"four languages?" He asks but waved that to the side a moment, "Did you manage to fetch the items?"

I looked to him with a degrees of my thoughts trying to understand what is wrong with his requesting and information.

"I could fetch them things if you wanted now. But I wasn't going do anything to crazy. I am still waiting for some information about something that has to do with one those requested things. Its not my place to ask why you asked or wrote such strange requests on the list."

"So you haven't left the realm or the palace in the last few hours?"

"Of course I have. I had been at the cathedral for a little while. The god follower of omens, his god and... Well... your brother and the lady L. They were there too at some point. And whatever that other was." I shook away the thoughts, "Not many people would have seen me. Maybe noted I past by. I freaked out one the monks when I climbed through on the windows."

"When and how did you leave the realm?" The king asking.

"I may have snuck through a few hidden fey doors. But I stayed alive and had paid the crossing fees. I didn't need a guide because I have been to that place before. Does me going to the other side make trouble for you?"

There a long silence of the king really working overtime in his thoughts. I stare about with being unsure what was so wrong about my honest answer. I pout a little bit with his strange expressions.

"Sir, the chamber requests you presence." The servant keeping duty.

"Maybe having you as a personal servant wouldn't be useful." He walks ahead, "follow along." He orders and I follow. But right around with almost leaving the room.

I cast some magic, the whole place organized and dusted off. Books clattered and then stilled once more. Spotless surfaces. The jars of ingredients floated back into storage, the doorway that was locked opened for them and locked itself.

"That is amazing use of magic." the servant witnessed it all with heart skipped beats. I stare out the window out there.

"It wasn't magic. Just spent time." I turn away with following the king. The servant in sigh, leans to the door ponders if I was joking. The servant would eventually go do other parts of his duties that needed catch up with.

"Sit at the seat bellow me and my queen." Seats reserved for other royal blood whom like to show off their presence. I couldn't bare to actually sit there like he asked. I still did with needing to sit down with aching legs. I sat straight and poker face to the bowing chamber of nobility greeting the king. A vow is spoke about stating only the truth and all are seated once more.

"My king, what of word to your thought about my offer before." A very healthy priest of the cathedral bows as he stood speaking this, not waiting turn or allowing the organizer make short listed announcements for the king to be caught up.

The robs of this man was suggesting that he dealt with the up keep of the monks, nuns and prayer givers. The sort of building manager and human resources lead for the inner working of the cathedral daily life runs. Not for any religion. Not even someone whom cares about the spiritual aspect of church.

This priest was asked to sit down. The overall topics of discussion is layer out with the timings. The ones making stand to come forward knew what order they stood when. Agree and disagree had court gesture to follow within rules. I watched the first debate learning these gestures and picking up on what degree of agree and degree people meant. If it was a smooth gesture it didn't matter to whom counted into the vote. Those whom were stiff and quick gesture were the highest holding of opinion. Some lady's did vote with only on hand as the other was fluttering exotic craft fans that painted hidden symbols of where they stood of politics. Wanting a equal say in matters like men have. Poor folks too... with being not allow to be seated at the benches, vote by waved gestures... so that the any whom gave them any for of attention was noted. The small the motions the closer you believe that royals could see you. If you knew folks personally by body language alone, clearly you were well knit with the king or queen.

Just the frist debate is enough and given I pay attention to local stuff. The second discussion had given me a chance to make my own gestures of opinions showing. I don't really think my opinions were noted by anyone, not for those whom were closer and can see me. The far back whom seen me were annoyed that someone my age would nose into affairs. Not able to judge me with being to far to tell some of my gestures.

"Why does it even matter that the topic of a empty church ground be worthy of royal attention?" The out right voicing of debate had meant they wish to not have in the face of royal for once reason or another.

"Empty? If I recall correctly the building is being looked into as a orphanage for lost or unwanted children. This matter of street hands getting out of hand due to lack of role models to show faith concerns very corner of business, trade and craft. The impact of damages, thief's and raising crime in deprived area is of no doubt a concern we all mist have sorted respectfully, Barron Louise." I took stand in vocing back, I had even not cared about my posture of power and my looks as I came forwards, "That is of course this church grounds being within your slice of terrace is already being used for something else. You wish that such discussion of making use of the building not matter to us all for what purpose you hiding. Call me what you want and shame me for what my age is. But I am not going go to let silent of a issue that can be resolved with peace. A matter that can be resolved if you allow this church become a place for the lost to learn. Besides... you not the only land family holder whom had a space area that could be purposed for education or means of improving our nation."

The room is at a moment of mix emotions. I took so long speaking so that waves of laughter at me would pass and that they actually listen to my words. Many stood and some fell out of their chairs in hearing a booming voice like mine. All are seated by ruling of the King and queens gesture. I seated at the exact moment of gesture, not after it. Showing I wasn't following some crowd opinion. That I was close understanding of the royals without even looking to them.

"It is very honest words by both sides of the argument and the remark to ignore the issue is rightly countered. There is many empty abandoned buildings hidden around that can be prepurposed for the greater national interest. Classing issues make this subject hard enough normally to be properly sorted with any improvement of results. Beheading or limb removal isn't helping anyone. The laws of punishment are no longer suitable for how desperate the lower communities have became. We need the skills of every mage, rich or poor. Removing hands and head is causing to many problems to resolve this national crisis."

This was fine picked words by the queen as the king stays still. Swimming with thoughts. He looks up and across at the painting, be it so small that it was hard to see detailing. It being admired by him was the intention. He did listen to the words flung around and even my words as I counter crossed argument. Adrift of minor things has slightly distracted him.

"A child words is too mature and unsuited to you place." Barron Lou is quite sour with me.

"I see no child when I look at him." Objection by the pope no less, "Do not dismiss someone for they appear as something to over shadow his honesty. Its of belief that small people have the heavy shoulder burdens of our mistakes." The pope standing, "I have lowered my hand to far to many talented and successful people. I ignored the grim they were in and showed them the light to shine in. The very hands of craft makers are whom built the very walls we argue in and roof over everyone's head. I dare say that this way hindering hidden rough diamonds will only make them be broken and useless to us." The man twirls a hand, "Breaking the children's hands and keeping them silent will only lead to our demised fate. Its these children that pave the roads we made foundation to stand on. Without working hands, do you expect you own blood child to take their place. To assume they have the skills of craft to best these hidden talents."

"In spite of the respected man of the colours cloth says it to be. Dismissing over 83 percent of the total island population as no ones. Well... the values of numbers and average ability out ways the minority way of things. If we are going to continue culling our own people over pets crimes. Then the worse case plans of action, putting strangers from off this island to do the jobs we don't want will happen sooner. We less legacy and heritage even time another head falls from the gallows. It will not the be the end of things. Just stiffle the problems we have always been ignoring." I made so many folks gasp, "I am sorry for being blunt. Clearly if I pretend the way you all are doing now. You would simply dismiss me as an idiot. I don't care if you look at me as a child. In the matter of this debate, who I am and what I am has no baring to the topic."

The room is seated once again by the kings gesture, even with me at the second that the hand was going to rise.

"I wish to finally make the application of a new laws." the king stands with everyone listening, "Education is require throughout the ages until adulthood or marriage (whichever comes frist). Ages 2 through 16 is my recommendation yet locally age adjustment is suited fine. This education is basic and of extra cost at all to anyone. The church already has the means to provide the teaching. You of lands with empty shelters are to make use of spaces you have left to rot. Before I continue, is there no objections of schooling for the young?"

A majority agreement passes. Its recorded and signed. The room shuffling with the unease of when highly divide opinion is yet to show.

"The second law I wish to pass the sale of rotting and disused land. I hope that overcrowding will be fixed if you give up all useless buildings. You retain the deeds to hold the floor of the land but the building are sold to either middle class or church grounds. These places will be no longer blight us all with crime issues. Be used for suitable means. These place can generate income of you keep the price low. You own the grounds, it's your right to demand rent. The same sort of laws already exist with stall and merchant shop floors. They use the space, they pay you for allowing them there and if they are a issue. You may evict them as the same with any problems with product."

There is no objections towards the law here too. More hands agree to this then first law. The laws in place about product on shop shelving was transferable to allowing house renting for middle class people.

"My last and likely dissatisfied law to impose is the petty crimes punishments

changes. Lowly criminal actions taken are over half, according to admitted truth. These criminals are already trialed before limb loss. I wish to add option that didn't means body limb loss. Community service to be a form of punishment. Those whom can afford a fee pay can be forgiven. Those whose crimes were for good intentions according to the jury are sentenced to community service. Limb loss a final option if this is a repeat offender. Community service will range to localized watched activities. Monotonous Labour work such as field ploughing a farm without magic or doing a job for no pay for a set period of time the accumulation of pay will act as if the fee was paid. It has be suitable to individual cases which will allow health conditions to be taken in consideration if judgement passes." The king poses with waiting for vote. Even Steven in term of counting, "This last law will be reviewed before next testimony speech." He takes seat once more. The new debate is followed next, it wasn't something that mattered poor people or middle class. It hadn't even mattered with out side mage nationals. It was a interesting insight to what made the families be seated here.

If the meaningless argument of where to storage mass product cloth causes enraged; the very animated characters of the crowd is coming to nearly fling magic casting. It seems the three sides here, the caught between is the family whom provides workers and slave hands. One side claims the land fee of the other is over priced due to internal marriages of both sides. The other side felt scammed for even allowing nonsense cloth from be at the place anymore. The fierce issue was ridiculously to listen to and meaningless since the resolving it was never going to be a changed method. The kings final word was going to settle this argument quickly.

The last debate to bring forward was a laws that off island mages were unsure of. This was especially about religious clashing in schools and asking if we should be allowing children to learn. There was argument with disliking subjective geography, science and outside history. The debate didn't even finish being argued nor did the Royal give a say. It was the toll for early evening prayer, the chime for when this debate chamber was to be done for the day.

The leave of king and queen was frist followed with the titles under them. I was sneaked off with the other servants, as servants guide or follow thier masters as soon as possible. Proving level trust over status. I follow right to heading back and going into the routine I had for a while. Stocking the baby stuff, cleaning play rooms and next day preaperation. I am not religious thus, I didn't go to prayer like everyone else. Some servants choose to prayer at the unpopular puts to make sure that tasks were finished.

I only ever really would used prayer time in my spare time for gate crossing or talking to my other fragements. Some I can only really contact with particularly circumstances or places.

The toll of late evening would be bed time and free time for me. It was the end of prayer for the royals. This evening I was in the fey courtyard garden, inside the largest plant stem cover area. I was relaxing with the strange fey.

They were teaching me simple magic and about things I didn't notice about other worldly beings. The energy of worlds gathers easier in meditation here, when I can communicate to the inhuman sides of me.

"We are requested to guide god followers tonight. You living human must be among them. Find the king and queen in the cathedral and do not forget the offerings of peace." I promise and sharply gathered back my awareness. The offerings the demon was saying are the presents I give and the trade I always carry when off world. The sort of path hunter stuff I make.

"I must go. I am requested." I gently tell the fey, "I going to walk about the other side to protect others. Is there any delivery requests?" The stick thin legs tap about and they had a package brought up. Wrapped for thier god. I understand with accepting it. I see this guy all the time and we get on well.

I am pulled by vines and lofted through a random high second story window. The plant lets me leave. We benefit each other so, eating me is a waste. So they tell me. reminds me of the lizard lady of nightlight scales.

"Pardon you for climbing windows." I close it behind me.

"I didn't choose the window." I state and now bow with those of the room, "Forgive any rudeness on my part but I must come with you. Where you are going requires me." I am in the kings study, rudely just sort of stopped a argument among them, "The titles of beings you will be looking for will be looking for me. Even the strange ones." The frowns of disapproval about this, "Before we do go. I must fetch the things." I look at my arm with recalling and mind counting some basic maths of amounts, "I hope I have enough." I mutter and walked around everyone. I had even stopped short with looking up to a Death god. I study them in check if I knew them for any reason and then ignored them.

"Boy, before you leave the room." I was touching the door handle, "I was asked to tell you that the feathers of chores will be interested in the final purchase of the throne dagger." I don't think this was a password. I check. My other arm and yes it was notes there. My skin covered in strange symbols I note stuff like this with.

"Thank you for reminding me..." I go back to the window, "Hey Sheila, you have a spare thorn loose?" The vines bring a lot and scruff my hair, "Thank you." away into my bag they go. the largest was held with carving it as I walk back to the door again.

"So when did you start having sight and talking to things?" The servant of the king asking.

"Time is a relative concept." I shrug and leave the room.

"The abnormal child didn't lie about anything. If you were about to ask."

The conversation continues with the door closed. I am quick to have everything ready, my room empty out of everything I was stocking up and my travel clothing properly put on. A few paint spots hidden on the chest. The in gut feeling of what could come of the trip.