The First Legendary Beast Master novel Chapter 953

Chapter 953 Blue Skies

As the rain ended, the city Governor and his bodyguards were out to find the ones responsible for flooding his entire city.

The magic had definitely started somewhere in the market, and it was continual at the Overlord Rank, so there was little chance that it was being done without public approval, but it was most definitely not an approved activity.

Who just flooded a city for fun, or because the local drunks put them up to a prank?

The further he walked, the worse his mood got, until he came across a group of celebrating, shirtless, Dwarven men and a stall full of magical goods designed to create water.

That milk sipping son of an Elf.

He would just set up an entire stall dedicated to water magic, and then flood the city to gain customers?

"City Governor Ironforge, it is a pleasure to meet you. I apologize for the rain, we were working with the shamans to break the drought curse on the region, and things got a bit soggy." Karl greeted him as the dour faced Governor stomped through the crowd.

"That's all you have to say? You apologize for the rain?" Governor Ironforge grumbled. "The city cisterns are full to the brim now, and the local farmers bought a few statues to keep the irrigation canals flowing.

So, over the next few weeks, the crops should start to recover. Also, I believe that we broke the worst of the curse.

The green flames should have been it attempting to prevent the rainfall, and when they were extinguished, the majority of the curse would have lost its effectiveness."

Karl added.

"And you didn't think to ask permission?"

Karl shrugged. "I asked the Elders for advice, and they said go for it."

The Governor looked around at the mass of white bearded old drunks and craftsmen that were celebrating the rain. From a chronological standpoint, they were the city's Elders, but that didn't mean they were trusted to be responsible for anything.

Governor Ironforge stroked his beard in annoyance as he tried not to begin shouting at this impudent young Demon.

"So, you're saying that this was a gift to the city?" One of the bodyguards suggested, hoping to mediate.

Karl nodded happily. "The whole region, really. We made it rain everywhere within a hundred kilometres of here. A bit more than was necessary for the crops, but overcoming the curse took a lot of water, many years worth of your regular rainfall." A slender, blue-skinned Troll Shaman came over with a smile on his ritualistically scarred face.

"Governor. He speaks the truth. The curse of no rain is broken. The Shamans managed to keep it from taking over for years, and with the effort of an outsider, it all

crumbled." The Shaman announced.

"What difference does it make that he's an outsider?" Governor Ironforge asked.