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Feudal Trader

What if an option trader from a South America country was transmigrated to a fantastical world? And if this period was ruled not by the political and military strong, but the most magical proficients? What if gods and goddess were not only worshiped but also provided gifts and blessings to their people, as well as curses? These questions baffled the mind of Rufus, our trader daydreamer, his nerd background and vast tabletop RPG experience always induced him into thinking of new worlds and how they could develop. However, this time, the conceptual world that inhabits his thoughts is his new home. “Should I be happy? Angry? Why was I chosen to do that?” Follow our trader into his new pavement job of introducing modern concepts to a fantastical feudal country.

LazyBarbarian · Fantasy
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Who are you?

He was shaking, Gerus looked curiously at the necromancer. Baron Mystral got closer to the afraid individual and asked him, "Who are you?"

"I am Fill. Please do not purge me."

He did not answer the baron in the same language, he used the same that the imp had been speaking earlier. I decided to observe the situation first and would not intervene until I was requested directly.

"What? I can understand a single word." Baron was annoyed by the gibberish spouted by the mage.

"He is using demonic language. Probably, trying to avoid questions." Lady Mystral explained to every one what was the nonsense that the mage spouted. Apparently, she also did not know that language. But demonic, that was pretty specific anyway. I am not used to legends and patterns on Midgard, but necromancers did not resort to underworld creatures to achieve their goals.

"Do necromancers usually make deals with demons?" I asked Lady Mystral.