Chapter 017

Ian Grodd watched as the small carriage pulled up to him.

He had pulled some strings so he could keep an eye on the boy.

Growing up, Ian, as well as every other man, women, and child, were taught that outside these walls was a dangerous place.

Creatures of all shapes and sizes roamed the outside lands, and anyone lower than at least Ian's Level now, had no chance of survival.

Yet, this young boy, at only a Level 3, casually walks up to the wall from the outsides all alone.

It made no sense to Ian, and so being the curiously ambiguous type, he had pulled some strings to get his daughter in as a teacher.

Looking back hours earlier, he chuckled.

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"ABSOLUTELY NOT!" Rita yelled at her Ian.

"It's non-negotiable," he said sternly.

"A Level 3 cannot survive out there," he stated, making Rita calm down for a moment

"I don't care F...Er.. General," she said, correcting herself.

"We need to find out how he was able to make it all the way here," he pleaded, "for the betterment of Underworld."

"For the betterment of Underworld?" She raised her brow.

"Yes! Yes! If we can find out how he survived, it would mean more people could go out to get resources safely," he said, "and that's just the tip of the iceberg," he said, matter of factly.

"It would mean more freedom for the people of Felt City," he started, "it takes a long time to get strong enough to survive outside these walls. If we can find out how he survived, then those methods can progress us forward!"

"He wouldn't really tell me the truth," she said.

Rita then told her father what Wes had told her.

"It was obviously a lie," she admitted.

"Well now, you can find out for yourself, Ms Grodd," said the General smiling at his joke.

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Wes, looking outside the carriage, could see the large General Ian standing in front of the academy's doors.

When the carriage finally stopped, the door opened and Wes slowly stepped outside.

"Welcome Wes," Ian's greeted him.

"Thank you for having me, sir," Wes replied.

"Come now! I'll show you to your class," said the General, as he motioned for Wes to follow.

Following the General, Wes had to walk fast to keep up with the large man.

"Here we have the training halls," Ian began to explain, pointing out rooms to Wes.

"That over there is the cafeteria, and that door over there leads to the dorms," he said pointing to a pair of oak doors.

Wes was taking in all this information rather well.

"Where are the classrooms," he asked.

"See that hall down there?" Ian pointed, "that hall is lined with the classrooms."

"That said," he mumbled as he checked a piece of paper that he had taken from his pocket, "You are in class C3," he informed Wes.

Wes said his goodbyes and thanked the General before turning and heading to the dorms.

What he needed was a nap and to check his Stats before planning his next move.