Elemental Summoner 1 by D. Levesque (best beach reads of all time TXT) 📕

Leeha rushes up to me and grabs my leather jerkin. “How!” she asks excitedly, almost forgetting to be quiet.

I look around the room and focus on the walls. How can I do it with water so that she can do it as well? I mean, having water on the walls would just make it wet. But what if I put a thin layer of water vapor between the walls? Water can conduct sound, but not well. But if you add a space between the wall and the water? I walk to the wall and place my hand on it, thinking of something that might work.

Water. When I get a water globe in my hand, I follow up with Thin Water Vapor Wall, and I imagine a thin layer of water on the door and ceiling.

Thin Water Wall of Vapor used. 100 points of power used.

What the hell? Did it change the name? I guess it does sound better. Even so, what I had named it sounded cool to me too! Anyway, moving on. I don’t bother with the floor. Yet. Once I’m done, I turn to Bryan and say, “Go outside, close the door, and we will try talking loudly.”

Bryan looks at me oddly but nods and heads to the door. He opens it, steps out, and closes it.

“Now, can you hear me, Bryan?” I say in a loud enough voice that he should hear us, if it were a normal door, with normal walls. “Bryan! Come in!” I shout—still nothing.

A minute later the door opens again and Bryan walks in, looking at us inquisitively after closing the door.

“Nothing?” Leeha asks him excitedly. “Alex was practically shouting, telling you to come into the room.”

“No way?” Bryan says with astonishment on his face.

“Well, good to know that works,” I begin to say, but Leeha is back in front of me, her gaze intent.

“How did you do it?” she asks me emphatically.

“Easy, what you do-” but I stop as there is a knock on the door. Bryan goes to the door quickly, his hand on his sword, and cracks it open. Then he opens it wider.

It’s Priscilla. She has a large tray in her hand, and as she comes in she is followed by two men. One has a large round table top and wooden legs? Are they going to put a table together in here?

“All right, I got the food you ordered, including the second helping for yourself, my Lord,” she says.

The man with the round tabletop fits the legs into four holes on the bottom of the table, and I hear them click. He then proceeds to turn it over and places it down in front of the bed. The second man comes in behind him with two chairs and places them around the table. Once they are done, they both bow my way and leave.

Priscilla puts three bowls of stew on the table, followed by four mugs. One of the mugs is chipped and looks like it’s seen better days. Then she takes a loaf of bread from the tray and places it next to that mug. I can tell that the bread is hard even from where I’m standing as when she sets it down, it makes a thunking noise.

“There you go, my Lord. Da wanted to know if you will be wanting breakfast in the morning?” Priscilla asks me.

Hmm, I think that might be a good idea as we have no clue where we are going. Leeha never really went into why she was coming to the city in the first place in detail, other than looking for work. The city of Lomar. But since I had nowhere else to go, I figured I would come here as well.

Bryan came because he was following me, but he said he would be leaving me here as he needs to go to his Order to get news of me to his mentor, who he said was the Grand Commander of the Knights of the Falling Star. Apparently it will take him about two weeks of hard riding by horse to get to their headquarters, northwest of Lomar.

“Yes,” I tell her, nodding to her with a smile. “Can I get the same again? For myself two orders, and one for my bodyguard,” I tell her.

“Nothing for your slave? Good idea. Don’t want to spoil them,” she says, nodding. “That’d be three silver. You can pay me now, or Da in the morning,” she finishes.

Shit, forgot to add that. Well, good thing the second serving is for Leeha. And is that the attitude of everyone here towards anyone not human? Fucking hell. I take out three silver and hand them to her, and like with her dad, they disappear faster than I thought possible.

“Good night, my Lord. Sleep well. If you need a sleeping companion, just ask my Da,” Priscilla says with a knowing smile and heads back out the open door, closing it behind her.

“Fucking bitch,” Leeha says vehemently.

“I kind of have to agree,” I tell her, bringing her into a hug and kissing the top of her head. “Shall we eat?” I tell them.

“Oh, hell yeah,” Bryan says with enthusiasm, grabbing one of the chairs and starting to sit down. But then he stops, looks embarrassed, and utters, “Sorry, Leeha, you can have the chair.”

“Sit,” I tell him before Leeha can answer. “I will sit on the edge of the bed.”

Chapter Fourteen

I sigh and sit back, and looking around, I can tell we all enjoyed the meal. Even the ale, other than being room temperature, was good. I hadn’t been sure about eating sheep, or mutton as the innkeeper called it, but it was surprisingly good with the bread—even the day-old bread, which we had split three ways. I just took mine, broke it up into pieces, and put it into the stew to soften it. When Bryan and Leeha saw me doing that, they followed suit, seeing as how my piece had become soft with the