The First Legendary Beast Master novel Chapter 1972

Chapter 1972: Traditions and Alliances

"Thank you, Priestess. Are the new members with your Branch Leader right now?" Lord Almeixei asked carefully.

"Most of them. One of them had some duties to attend to as a Green Dragon, and she left early this morning with the Warehouse manager and our Forest Lord."

Oak and Min had been taken back to the Tiny World by Skadi, so that the newly arrived green dragon could see the nature preserve that the Darklight Host called home, and so that the overworked Min could meet Skadi properly.

Not that she could have been forced to release the small girl with anything short of physical violence.

Skadi had quickly accepted that it was not her fate to walk anywhere today, but at least she was in human form, so being cuddled by the green dragons wasn’t quite as annoying as it usually was.

The rest were all in the converted back room on the main floor, which had been expanded into a grand meeting hall with a half dozen private side rooms.

The original sitting room design no longer worked for them, so Karl had created a layered space with Rue’s assistance, and made a new alternate space that could be entered from the same door as the usual sitting room.

If anyone came back in the future, they were going to be horribly confused about the building’s layout.

"Welcome, Lord, Elders. Please take a seat, you’re just in time for lunch.

Apparently it’s a Darklight Host tradition to feed everyone who arrives for a meeting, as we do love to show off the talents of our cooks. So, don’t be shy, there will be more food arriving every few minutes all day long to entertain our guests.

I know that having so many ranking Elders transfer in from off world caused a bit of a stir, but in a way that’s a good thing. It brought everyone together so that we weren’t holding these meetings a few at a time for months or years.

Let me start with the standard forms for allies of the New Home.

You’ll find that the deals are quite fair, and we will only be holding back on some of the more esoteric and dangerous items. After all, it would be chaos if we simply started to distribute Peerless Grade weapons from our Supreme Ranked members to everyone who could get a spot in the queue."

That made the Lord laugh softly. Indeed, it would be chaos. The raw damage output would be so high that many of the Clans would take that weapon and immediately start trying to settle old scored with their rivals.

A weapon like that in the hands of even a mediocre Clan Leader would level a Clan Compound in a matter of minutes if their opponent was a Peak Immortal.

That was the reason that the Crafting Guilds were so rare on this continent, and all over this world.

They could make weapons that would change the entire balance of the conflicts, and when it came down to survival, if others couldn’t possess them, they would destroy them. It had happened over and over, until there were simply none left, except a few recluses with limited skills and low production.

The Darklight Host was the oddity.

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