The Primal Hunter

Jake had been put on the spot, and while he had wanted to reject the invitation, his curiosity had eventually won out. And in hindsight, he was glad he did as he came to see much of the Order he hadn’t before.

He had not gone home after the lesson but went with the female dragonkin through a portal to what was essentially a buzzing metropolitan area with bars, cafes, restaurants, and shops everywhere. All of them catered to members of the Order, and it was truly a massive area.

Passing the gateway had also shrugged off all the annoying followers who had stared after Jake like he was evil incarnate. No, he was not looking forward to meeting many of them again at the lesson the next day.

The two of them headed towards a café that offered private rooms to have their discussion. Using personal residences for discussions with people you didn’t trust was rarely done, and Jake could see why. The rules of safety seemed to primarily dominate in public areas, and giving someone access to a residence also meant those people would potentially see your secrets.

What plants you grew, the laboratory, books in the library, or just something as simple as the atmospheric mana were all clues. That poison alchemists of an evil snake-worshipping cult were secretive didn’t come as a surprise.

Jake and the dragonkin soon found themselves within a cozy room as an attendant brought them both a cup of some weird drink Jake didn’t recognize. However, he felt the toxins within it. He had allowed the dragonkin to order for them, and he didn’t think she wanted to poison him. Well, okay, she did want to poison him, but the good kind of poison.

“So, the elephant in the room?” Jake eventually said, his Tongue of the Myriad Races doing work to translate the figure of speech to something understandable.

“I believe an introduction is finally in order before we do that. I am Helenstromoz Emberflight, pleased to make your acquaintance,” she said as she nodded.

“Hunter,” Jake just said, sticking to his fake name. When he heard the last name of the dragonkin, he already knew what this was about. “What gave me away?”

The dragonkin just smiled. “Many things… it is hard to hide from an A-grade even if you have means to perfectly mask your level and even possess a Bloodline. The mana lingering on your body is from the ninety-third universe, and the knowledge you displayed did not correspond to what a true master would do. Finally, during the brief discussion with you, he switched languages a total of seventeen times without you noticing… in fact, I have already spoken three during this brief talk. Even if you do have a translation skill, they don’t tend to be that effective, and more often than not, you switch language fluidly with your conversation partner. You did not,” Helenstromoz said with a light smile.

Jake didn’t even know what to say. He had never even considered Tongue to be a dead giveaway, though in hindsight, perhaps he should have. The problem was Jake had no counter currently, so he just took a drink from the poison the restaurant offered. It was tasty as hell, and he gladly just savored the taste for a few moments before answering. “That answered the how he found out, but not why you are here. Helenstromoz, was it?”

“He suspected you had a Bloodline and sent me to check for obvious reasons,” Helenstromoz answered. “And please, just call me Helen. The Stromoz suffix is used to communicate someone is truly a dragon or at least was a true dragon at some point. Us descendants of true dragons are allowed to also have it, so it is truly more about status than anything else.”

“While I am thankful for the dragon lore, it doesn’t truly answer the question of why you chose to come and stay for a lesson you clearly did not need and bring me here for a private discussion. It took you five seconds to confirm I had a Bloodline, didn’t it?” Jake said, shaking his head as he took another sip of poison drink. Yep, definitely a fan.

Helen seemed to study his responses quite closely as Jake enjoyed his drink. She also took a sip herself as she spoke again.

“Bloodlines are rare. I assume you know this despite coming from a new universe?”

Jake just nodded in confirmation, as while he didn’t think it was common knowledge Bloodlines even existed back on Earth, it would be odd for him not to have found out.

contact and hopefully integrating such a Bloodline into their ranks. Though I assume you already have a backer or an organization you belong to?

he had just spent hundreds of thousands of AC on a single lesson, something he clearly couldn’t afford on his own. Hence the only explanation – besides the truth – was that he had a backer

get anything out of. An

knew why she ruled gods out. Why would a god invest in him when the only ones to benefit would be Villy? The reason why gods helped mortals was to get rewards from the system based on the performance of those they blessed. It was part of the reason Jake didn’t feel that guilty about his

for Helen’s questioning: “My backer does indeed have some influence in the Order, but why is

know there are many doors open to you. Of course, it will require an evaluation to know the true nature of your Bloodline, but if it is deemed of high quality and beneficial, these factions will gladly support you,” she said as she also took another sip of her drink. “Naturally, this also depends on if your backer agrees. Just know that true

thought. Probably didn’t count if that individual

any faction as

you plan on fully dedicating yourself to the Order. Tell me, how much do you

a shrug. He knew what Dragonflights were. They were collections of dragons, and he knew it was hard

faction of the red dragons. We have hundreds of publicly-appearing gods in our ranks and stand as a true top faction

feeling he was meant to be very impressed, but he had been firmly desensitized after spending too long with Villy. He

are these Draconian

known as the Wyrmgod. The Wyrmgod later established Nevermore and no longer has any connection to the accords, but an alliance and close working relationship still persist. There were originally

she was patient with Jake’s lack of what he didn’t doubt was general knowledge. She did take a jab, though. “I would recommend you take a few history lessons if

interest in joining a faction. I am not saying this won’t change in the future, but I am not the type to be

give a reason, but she didn’t seem fazed

are. That it has innate properties of pride and unwillingness to submit

had agreed on

Jake asked, finally getting to the part he actually cared about himself. So far, he only knew of two Bloodlines. His own and Eron’s. Learning more

of the Bloodline as I am under oath, but I am authorized to say it involves the manipulation of fire magic, the concept of flames, and the concept of time,” Helen briefly

that mean he could

they merged to form mine. You seem to not know much about Bloodlines.

Jake sent to Villy

Bloodline but get the Bloodlines of both parents and even have them merge into something useful,” Villy quickly answered. “It is gambling for a good result. The

only explained a little bit, but not many details,” Jake

said, sighing a bit. She finally took out a small token with a red dragon on it and handed it to Jake. “I would like to at least invite you to a more formal chat. Even if you joining us isn’t an option, we can perhaps at least

the token before picking it up. “I will think about it, but for now, I just want to focus on my lessons and, of course, the

too,” she finally relented as she got up. “It