The War Stonemason! (update)

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By the time Link returned to his rented riverside workshop, it was already the middle of the night.

After running around all day, he was exhausted. The thought of the wild runes and the numerous conflicts ahead made his head spin.

He walked straight into the workshop, removed his exoskeleton, and placed his helmet on the workbench before collapsing onto the folding bed.

As he took off the exoskeleton, Janna had already flown around the workshop.

When she returned, she saw Link lying on the folding bed and couldn't help but ask, "There's a proper bedroom with a soft bed in the main house. Why are you sleeping here?"

Link pulled the blanket over himself and snorted at Janna's confusion.

"I can't sleep well there—"

"This place is fine. The smell of oil and metal shavings helps me sleep better."

He waved his hand at Janna, signaling her to stop bothering him.

Janna perched on the head of the folding bed, tilting her head as she watched Link fall asleep.

What a strange kid—

He was only seventeen or eighteen, but he carried the weight of someone twice his age, burdened with endless worries.

"Not cute at all," Janna murmured softly.

Noticing that Link's arm had slipped out from under the blanket, she summoned a gentle breeze to lift it back and tuck him in properly.

With that, the night passed quietly.

The next morning, Link was awakened by the sound of the doorbell.

He jumped out of bed, rushed to his workbench, grabbed his helmet, and peered suspiciously toward the workshop door.

Janna flew in from outside and landed on his head.

"A Noxian girl and someone from Piltover are here to see you."

"A Noxian?" Link didn't put down the helmet; instead, he gripped it tighter. "Are you sure she's Noxian?"

"I've seen more people than you've eaten bread. How could I be wrong?" Janna pecked his head lightly in annoyance. "Besides, even though that Noxian girl is disguised as a Zaunite, she doesn't carry the scent of Zaun's winds. Instead, she reeks of Noxus."

"Hmm." Link thought for a moment, then grabbed a vial of Shimmer and hid it on his person before heading to the workshop door.

As he approached, he saw Tamara waving at him.

"Hey, Link—"

"Tamara..." Link touched the vial of Shimmer hidden on him. It seemed he wouldn't need it after all. "What brings you here?"

"Well, it's the mess you've caused," Tamara said with a roll of her eyes, gesturing to the gentleman beside her. "This is Mr. Dylan Jackman."

The gentleman, Dylan, gave Link a polite nod, though his demeanor was distant and formal.

"Hello, Mr. Dylan," Link greeted before turning his attention back to Tamara. She coughed lightly and said, "Mr. Dylan is here about the Nightingale Press."

"Nightingale Press—" Link immediately understood. He had spent over nine hundred gold coins to buy the Nightingale Press, which had allowed him to gain access to the Kiramman estate.

However, the purchase also came with a mountain of debt.

This Dylan was here to collect.

"Mr. Dylan, I know why you're here. Let's cut to the chase—how much debt does Nightingale Press owe you?"

Link's direct approach surprised Dylan, who gave him an appraising look. This young man was certainly straightforward.

"Mr. Link, Nightingale Press owes my company five thousand, four hundred, and sixty-seven gold coins, eighteen silver wheels, and thirty-two copper circles."

"Do you accept checks?" Link asked.

Dylan blinked, then nodded quickly. "Of course."

"Wait a moment." Link went back into the workshop, grabbed his checkbook, wrote out a check, and handed it to Dylan, sending him on his way.

After Dylan left, Tamara leaned against the iron gate, looking at Link with a mix of awe and curiosity. "Link, you've really made it big, huh? Five thousand gold coins, just like that."

"Small change," Link said dismissively. With over three hundred thousand gold coins in the Kiramman family's emergency account, five thousand was nothing.

"But what about you? How have you been?" Link leaned against the gate, and Tamara twirled a strand of her hair. "Same as always, busy with my research and making a little money on the side."

"Oh, by the way, did you know? The evaluation interview has been scheduled!"

"Huh?" Link raised an eyebrow. Holding the evaluation interview at this time?

"I know it's sudden, but who can guess what those big shots are thinking?" Tamara shrugged, then changed the subject. "But now that you're rich, I guess it doesn't matter whether you attend or not."

There was a hint of resentment in her tone.

Link chuckled awkwardly. It was indeed rude not to invite her in for tea, but he didn't have time to spare.

"Sorry, I've been swamped lately. I still have research to do, so—"

"I get it, I get it!" Tamara winked at him. "But don't forget, you promised to hire me as your personal assistant."

"Don't worry, I remember," Link said with a smile. "I've got a spot reserved for you."

After a bit more small talk, Link watched Tamara leave.

Once she was gone, his smile faded.

"Janna, are you sure she's Noxian?"

"How many times do I have to say it? I can tell the difference between a Zaunite and a Noxian. That girl carries the scent of Noxus—gunpowder and blood. It's disgusting!"

"Tamara—" Link searched his memories, thanks to his cursed knowledge ability, which allowed him to organize his memories like a library.

After a moment, he froze in his tracks.

He remembered who Tamara was!

In the background stories of Evolution Day and Whispering Doodah, she was a Noxian war mason.

But in the Twin Cities storyline, the only named war mason was the freckle-faced Medarda.

Under Ambessa's orders, Medarda had gotten close to Caitlyn, gained her trust, and then betrayed her at a critical moment, only to be killed when her bullet ricocheted off Mel's magic shield.

"So it's her!" Link frowned deeply. "In the Evolution Day story, Tamara exposed herself to allow another war mason to pass the evaluation."

"And Tamara wasn't on Ambessa's side. In Whispering Doodah, she was seen with Draven."

"In other words, she works for Swain or Darius."

"Hmm—"

Link returned to the workshop and checked his mailbox.

There were no replies yet. The second half of the payment promised by the alternate timeline's Singed would have to wait until his own Singed moved his lab and he could take photos of Orianna.

He opened the mailbox to make a memo.

Memo—Pending Tasks:

Jinx's ten-day deadline.

The agreement with the alternate timeline's Singed.

Helping his timeline's Singed relocate his lab.

Restoring Vander's lost humanity.

Assisting Ekko with the energy corruption of the tree.

Spreading Janna's faith.

Finding a solution for the wild runes.

Link looked over the list. Jinx's matter wasn't urgent. The top priority was helping Singed move his lab.

Only after that could he address Jinx's deadline.

Ekko's issue was simple—just ask Singed to prepare a potion.

The wild runes could wait for now.

As for spreading Janna's faith—

Link thought for a moment, then looked up at Janna, who was idly playing with the wind in the workshop.

"Janna, if I were to spread your faith, is there anything I should keep in mind?"

Janna immediately flew over, her eyes lighting up. "You've finally seen the light?"

Link glanced at his memo and said, "Sure, let's go with that."

"Ahem, spreading faith is actually quite simple," Janna explained. "You just need to share my deeds and blessings, make people remember me, and leave a strong impression."

"Then, turn that impression into faith. That's how it's done."

"Hmm—" Link pondered for a moment, then asked, "So, in short, I need to make sure people have a strong impression of you, right?"

"You could say that," Janna said, tilting her head proudly. "But it's best if that impression is accompanied by strong emotions!"

"Oh, I see." Link continued, "Positive emotions or negative ones?"

"Either works!" Janna said cheerfully. "Positive emotions can quickly turn into faith, while negative ones need to be reversed, but the resulting faith is much stronger."

"So, you're saying I should turn you into a love-hate figure, like a protected animal?"

"Watch your words!" Janna huffed, summoning a small gust of wind. "I'm your goddess!"

Link didn't argue further. He already had an idea.

"Janna, how would you feel about becoming a journalist?"