《Hit The Road, Jack!》Hit the Road, Jack! : Hit Council Negotiations
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[- I’m not going to war]
The crowd was at boiling point previously already. After Jack said these words, everyone kept their cool solely based on “I won’t be the first one to do something”.
- Jack, we just suffered an attack! Do you know how many people died?! This isn’t on a personal level anymore! - Yrwin said, hopping to blow out some steam and voice everyone’s opinions. A good number of his old friends were amongst the dead. Had it not been for the fact that death, due to the certainty of reincarnation, was more of a “provoked amnesia” than “losing someone forever”, he would certainly be way more pissed about it.
[- You guys can go and do as you want. I won’t stop you. But don’t bring problems back home. If you go, stay there!]
- YOU BASTARD!
- WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!
- LAZY IMBECILE!
- JACK! - It seemed that, for a certain half-orc, his name had become the worst thing he could call someone of.
Jack snorted.
[- SHUT UP!]
The Dragon King tried to silence everyone, but his aura wouldn’t reach them this time - not with so many spells, incantations and magic-resistant alloys and walls between them. In fact, even if those weren’t present, being so distant from them and on his Red Dragon form, Jack’s aura wouldn’t do much of an effect anyway.
All kinds of things begun to be flown at the holographic projection. From pineaples to weapons and spells, as soon as the first person begun doing it, everyone else did the same.
- GET HIM! GET THIS COWARD! - Someone incited, and the scene became a messier one indeed.
Roughly two thousand amongst those present started to push others out of their way, hoping to get to the last chamber and blow their own steam.
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Yrwin, Raphael and Lillian said nothing. They knew it was impossible to stop the human wave, so all they did was to step aside and help those who fell to the ground before they were stomped to death.
[- Tsc.]
- That’s enough, all of you. You heard him. None of us is going. - Elicia said, while motioning with her claws.
Soon, bright lights enveloped those who were either with their weapons in hand or throwing things - even cucumbers- at them.
The mass-selection option was activated, and Elicia choose “all hostile”. Soon, they found themselves out of the dungeon by a large margin, being then dropped into the sea.
- This is our home. It isn’t yours. And we won’t go around looking for trouble because some delinquent blasted our door with a Molotov. The people at the Goblin Empire will die soon anyway. There is no reason for us to make things worse.
Elicia rationalized, to the discontentment of the remaining six thousand still on the dungeon.
[- Also, anyone who doesn’t agree is welcome to get out of the island for good.]
- Wait, Jack, just a moment, please!
The holographic projection waved for a moment, and then stabilized. Yrwin tried to negotiate again.
[- I won’t go to war, that’s final.]
- That’s okay. We got it.
- So? - Elicia asked with interest. In the end, she was the one who administrated the Island’s affairs for years now. She didn’t want to leave people to their own demise.
- Can we at least stay in the dungeon? - Yrwin was fairly certain that this would be allowed. They were Jack’s subjects in a sense and, even if they weren’t, at least they were human people in the past, people from the same reality!
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- That’s a given. - Elicia answered, while Jack seemed uninterested. - You guys can take up to the tenth floor. We will deactivate the monster respawn on them and allow you to use up to the thirteenth to train. Is that enough?
There was a visible lowering in the crowd’s tension. Their anger still subsided, but at least some of the fear was gone.
- Then, how will we manage housing, basic living conditions, security…?
[- And taxes!]
The crowd reached the boiling point again.
- Honey….
[ -Eh?]
- Can you turn over for a moment?
[- Sure, what is i….]
- WIFE KICK!
It felt good watching the old Dragon King flying a few meters in the air.
- We will deal with this later, for now, just get people acquainted and find the places you would want to live on. Now if you all excuse me, I have to talk to my husband for a bit. It seems like his head stopped working for a few moments, so I will help him get better.
Yrwin had a wry smile on his face. Bread and circus. That’s what people need, alright!
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