The Dwarven Village

The day came for the meeting with the leader of the dwarves. He agreed to this meeting instantly after the proposal was offered the day after the meeting. It has been 5 days since then. The work of the central city has been going smooth and overall everything is going perfect.

In these five days, I not only worked hard but also found interesting things about myself. I was now 17 years old. I remember celebrating my 10 birthday last year however the system developed my body faster to accommodate my new skills. I went to the dungeon every day and trained hard. I am now Rookie Lvl 58. 

I have a whole bunch of skills up my sleeve. I can't even remember the names. But the system promised to use something that will recommend me to use the skills at my disposal according to the situation.

"Lord William. It's time to get going. We will be late." Dillon came rushing inside with the beautiful black overcoat that fits him perfectly. He is outstandingly handsome. But he is very old for human comparison (even Dillon doesn't know his age but he is around 90-95 years old).

I with an outfit befitting of a king came out. I had a black coat and golden extraordinary details. 

"Whoa, you look awesome. I like that and where is your belt? And my new scabbard."

A flying sword can be seen moving around. The black sword was my sword. I named him Thorn. He can fly around and while fighting I can align our thoughts and control the sword movements without actually touching the sword. It's such overwhelming power. I gifted him with a new sheath. This new sheath perfectly matches the theme of my suit. The black colour with absolutely marvellous golden details.

"Here is your gift that I promised Thorn. Try getting inside." I tried to ask him to get inside the sheath but something unexpected happened after he went inside.

(The black sword, Thorn was found to be in a new sheath. Master, would you like to modify the sword according to the sheath? The sheath will be modified too.)

The system message echoed through my head and I had an interesting idea but it failed miserably.

(Can I modify it according to my will? And will it unlock new powers?) I asked and the answer came negative.

But if this classic sword gets modified then it will look .... awesome. I guess. And in that way, I accepted the proposal. The sword shined and I will never regret this decision of mine.

The classic sword got so much better. There was a golden dragon on the grip whose mouth was opened and it was as if the blade was coming out of its mouth. It was awesome. The blade got darker. With that, the preparations were completed and we went for the meeting.

It will take us 6 hours to reach the dwarven village. So we took the initiative and went two hours earlier. I will be riding Vrol as he can fly faster than anyone in this village. But that will happen only until I tame that dragon. I will ride the world on its back.

I could feel the anger of Dillon who was using his wind magic to fly. Mages are rare and someone as talented as he is just one in millions. Even Vrol was shaking while flying due to the will pressure of Dillon. His reason for being angry is that the dwarves leader DARED to make ME travel across to meet him.

My reason for talking to dwarves is that I need weapons and tools for the war that is sure to come. But I will scare the shit out of them and force them to follow me. This will be bad for my reputation but it is necessary for my plans.

After a whole day of travelling, I could finally see a large hole on the ground that had buildings, lava surrounding the area. 

"We have arrived, My Lord," Vrol told me.

It will be exciting.

To be continued...

Author Note:

I would like to remind you of the website that I made. I made it so that you can ask me questions. But I guess I am too good at explaining. I want to praise myself sometimes. The link is on the review page. Do add a review if you go there? Prove me weak in explanations.