Aetherios System [Slow Build OP MC, Isekai LitRPG/Cultivation] Chapter 111: Book 2: Chapter 27.1: Back to the Drawing Room

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Book 2: Chapter 27.1: Back to the Drawing Room Book 2: Chapter 27.1: Back to the Drawing Room He felt the change before he even saw her. It was early morning the next day, breakfast was served and a pastry was half way to his mouth when he paused. The feeling of an approaching Adept Tier mage was easy to spot for him now. But it wasn’t coming from the front door of the suite, it was someone walking up the hallway from their wing of bedrooms. “ Damn it! You think we missed out more of that gold energy?” Obby asked. He ignored the little rock and turned his head toward the hallway door just as Kate opened it and stepped into the common area. Her chin was raised just a bit higher than usual, atiny bare smirk sitting on her lips. “Congratulations,” he said, biting into his pastry. She didn’t voice a response right away, she only nodded and moved to the table of food as well, picking out a plate of fruits and bread. “Broke through last night. It was quite something. I’m surprised you all didn’t notice.” He absently brushed some crumbs from his shirt and shrugged. “All the rooms have isolating enchantments. So you have your privacy, even in events like that.” “True.” Then others swarmed in, Allie and Holly hugging the woman before she could slip away or protest. Zach actually seemed to smile, and the others shouted their congratulations. “Damn, I’m so close. Trying to balance Earth and Fire is a pain,” Garret whined. “You think that’s hard, try only cultivating half of the day, at night. Dark aether isn’t exactly abundant.” Zach said flatly. Allie scoffed, “Try cultivating at only dawn and dusk. Light and Dark, is harsh a teeter tauter game.” “All I hear are excuses,” Alex yelled mockingly. “All of you wanna complain to me about the difficulties of cultivating?” That made everyone quiet down. After a moment, he grinned and waved them all towards the large war table. There was no sudden changes or visits last night, so the table’s alliance indicators hadn’t changed. “What’s the plan for today then?” he asked once they had all joined him. Henry tapped the symbol for the Azure Vault Sect, “Halraen wants to set up a spare.” “Good, if we can get a public spar, we can earn respect and face in the Martial Sects. They seem to like Zach or-” “Let me do it,” Kate interrupted. He simply looked over to her, brow raised in question. “Lady Caelwryn is on the fence right now, looking for us, or me, to prove we can maintain favor and prove ourselves.” She continued. “Let me fight, and when I win, because I will, we will secure two votes. Halraen, and Caelwryn.” “Sounds good to me, think you can get it set up?” he looked to Henry, and the man gave him a nod. “Next is the Merchant Guilds. We know Vess Auralde and Lira Sanvek are against us, but that leave the Metalworker’s guild. What’s their status?” Alex looked at Garret for this one. “Back and forth. I got an in with some of their lower level smiths and merchants thanks to Bromir back in Captain Drenn’s regiment. But their afraid of making big waves right now. They want to see that we are smart enough to handle the business side of things. We might need to take down Auralde in a big public way, something that sets an example.” Alex tsk’d and then stood back from the table. “Well, that’s doable, but we need to be careful. Let’s come up with a plan and-” A knock at the door forced him to stop. Within moments, the suite’s entrance was opened and a servant surprising wearing the colors of House Duskmoor was waiting with a plush pillow in hand, a scroll resting atop it. “Invitation on behalf of House Duskmoor to the Worldstriders. You presence in the Palace drawing room for entertainment and refreshments would be an honor for the House.” The servant pawned off the invitation to Cole’s hands before bowing and retreating down the palace hallway. “Fuck another one?” Devon groaned. Cole opened the scroll, finding it to be a rather simply looking invite, at least for Noble standards. “Yep. And we might have