Necromancer Dreams of Mechs Chapter 27: Chapter 32

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Chapter 27: Minion Growth After about 10 hours, and my messing around with Bones to stave off boredom, my minions created a Passable Common Grass Weave Sack Attire. The first 15 sacks were normal, but they looked like a bunch of skeletons made them... So, par for the course, but then one of them had gained a class. I had been working on ideas of how I might be able to use my new manipulation skills to create weapons and other things when I got the ping of knowledge that one of my minions had gained a class, and I had another new achievement. New Achievement: Your Minion Has Gained a New Class Part 3: Tailor! I stopped when I was doing and rushed over to the far back corner of the massive palanquin. I had hopped down to where the minions were weaving, but I felt another mental ping before I hit the ground. I immediately sent out a mental command for the rest to stop, and then quickly looked over the group, and then progress each of the 15 were making with the weaving. "Interesting," I muttered, and then called a halt to the rest of my minions that were gathering or making and braiding the fibers. Harold, who had been on my work bench, now sat at the edge of the massive 4 foot tall platform of bone and steel. "Why are you getting them all to stop?" The cat asked, and then started to lick the dust off his paws. "One of the demi humans got a class. Tailor. She can do the sewing and weaving," I said, and Harold nodded sage, using the same paw to wipe his ear after. "Sure, it makes sense, but why stop everything?" I gave the metallic cat a strange look. "Why do I have to explain this? Don't you know? You are an AI that can teach me things, but you have to learn on your own, or am I missing something?" Harold was silent for a moment, looking at me in that scrutinizing way that only a cat can manage. "I have the ability to access certain information, but only by your questions. I do not have access to the same information, but I learn as you do and ask. I might not understand what you are doing at first, but with the proper amount of information, I will catalogue it," he explained, and then pointed a paw at me. "So, what are you doing?" I nodded with a smile. It was cool that we both could learn and teach each other. Much better than everything just being a one sided exchange of me always needing something. The knowledge pushed the feeling of loneliness back that had slowly been building up. I missed Nathan, his energy, and his constant push to make me try new ideas that I would have never imagined with my one track mind. Sighing with a smile, I pointed to the glittering green grass sack with almost perfect stitching and all edges hemmed. "That is a magical common item that stays clean, is unisex, and one size fits all. While cool, my worry," I explained, and then pointed at a few other ones that were not nearly as nice, and then the bone minions that had been making them. "These are probably going to get a class soon. It is also more than likely that the gathers will get a class as well. I think you changed my dynamic in the game with the blueprint ability, and now my minions are getting actual classes." Harold hopped off the edge, landing on his back feet, and walked over to examine the work. "So, you stopped them all so you don't turn all your defenses into gatherers and crafters?" The cat asked, and turned his head back at me. I shrugged, and started walking along the line, and then looked at the sack the first minion who got the class made. Another female, but this one was human, and quite proud of her unique creation. Instead of just a glittering green sack, it had bright red flowers made with dye made from the only food, red berries, but the blood red vine the flowers grew from made my pulse quicken. In a bit of a panic, I suddenly grabbed the skull of the female human, and closed my eyes. It only took me a moment to find what I was looking for, and let out a sigh of relief that the blood used for the vines dye hadn't come from