Regicide (The Completionist Chronicles, #2)

by Dakota Krout

“Ah knoo’ how tae convert yer imperial measurement intah’ real numbers, tank ye very much!”

He had overslept! Gah! This is what he gets for going to bed at a normal, healthy time; his body takes advantage of his thoughtfulness!

Joe was feeling a bit put out, but perhaps he hadn’t thought about the ramifications of creating a party composed of introverts, experts, and expert introverts.

“The fact that you are calling something else strange simply proves that it was creepy beyond words,”

“Alright, sheesh. One hundred seventy-four thousand, three hundred seventy-five mana.” “Well, this was a fun talk. Hope you had a fun day today!”

he was told he kept bothering Aten and thought that they were friends when it clearly wasn’t true, he didn’t need the income the guild provides… heck, he didn’t even know how much he was paid for his position!

Still, he was also in the wrong. Joe hated being in the wrong, even if he was only partly at fault.

You turned yourself in instead of seeking an instructor. Too bad. You could have done great things. Terrible things, yes, but great things nonetheless.

“She’d be a great scout and will probably be a Sage of selective hearing within a month.”