Conquering His Cold Heart-Chapter 661 Princes Avira (3)
"Are you sure Nanna's fine with this assignment?" Frost asked once they were clear of Princess Avira and Luna.
"Un, she said so herself." Maya replied with a smile, greatly alleviating Frost's worry.
"Very well I'll leave her in charge of the Princess. How are things on the Dungeon side?"
"The outpost on floor 5.5 is flourishing at pace and we've already started making preparation for the next bait reveal."
"Good, along with the completion of the defensive wall and promise of wide spanning developments people will continue to flock to the city-state of Niflheim in the coming months."
Though much of Frost's and his team's focus was on the establishment of the new defensive wall care was still taken in other areas. New businesses repeatedly opened up within the original Camp's grounds as well as within the Dungeon's first outpost. Thus constantly bringing in vast sums of wealth as well as attracting more and more merchants and tradespeople to the territory.
The many quarries and mines established on the 'Floor of peace' were also opened up to the public, allowing adventurers and labourers to work in sectors beyond simple hunting and building of the outside walls.
On top of that Frost never stopped thinking about ways to increase his Dungeon's draw to his most important clientele, the adventurers.
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These profit and thrill seeking people always needed something new to keep their attention and Frost wasn't one to let them down.
With the floor jumping stones becoming a big hit, drawing more and more people to the lower floors Frost had to revamp these areas to fit the rise in delvers. Mainly adding the occasional spawner, room expansion and or areas of highly sought after herbs and plants.
Alas he felt this still wasn't enough thus he came up with the idea of providing battle mounts for his guests. From his talks with Daki, Frost had learned much about the monster rancher profession given that her brother was one.
The profession itself was labour intensive, emotional and even rather expensive but the rewards if done correctly far outweighed the costs.
With the Dungeon being what it is and Frost being in a position of complete dominance amongst the monsters he summons much of the intense efforts required in starting up a ranch and maintaining it were easily fulfilled. freeweɓnovel.cѳm
The problem however was that it was well known throughout Nova that monsters birthed within monster lairs and bound to their domain cannot be contracted, under any circumstances.
Only those born naturally in the world can be contracted i.e. Those born due to the ambient levels of mana in an area, created by one of the Gods or born the old fashioned way can enter into a contract.
Very rarely however when a monster lair dematerialises some of the monsters birthed within could survive the collapse, from that point on they gradually adjusted themselves to be similar to their natural mana born kin.
But the Dungeon was fully operational and showing no signs of collapse thus one would assume that the monsters within were unable to form contracts. Alas this was a misconception especially after the last family gathering wherein a great many updates were made thanks to the varied requests and feedback of Frost and his siblings.
It was now quite easy for monsters born within a Dungeon to contract with someone, whether that be as a battle mount, or summoned beast both were possible…as long as the Dungeon core allowed it of course.
Dungeon cores such as Frost would have to willingly terminate the connection they had with a monster before a soul contract could be made. This was the new lure Frost had thought to unveil.
If it became known that the Dungeon of Niflheim that was practically ruled by Frost could on top of what it already offers becomes able to produce high quality battle mounts the war potential of the territory would skyrocket.
Druakai's position in Kranor was incredibly stable, drawing in clientele from all over the Glacial mountains and that was just one person. Imagine if the Niflheim city-state could produce dozens of battle mounts every week, how terrifying would that be. They'd have customers lining outside the gates.
Of course such attraction had its downsides. Dark entities, people with nefarious intentions whether spurned on by greed, desire or simple jealously would surely make aggressive moves upon their territory. Thus the need for an improvement in the territory's outer defences as well as its evolution into a city-state.
Such changes were necessary if Frost and his subordinates wished to protect what was rightfully theirs.
Initially as the news spread a great deal of frost mares and frost wolves would be released throughout the Dungeon for the sole purpose of being captured and contracted as mounts. Later on however the adventurers would come across coeurl pups and even adult coeurls and their variants on the lower floors in far greater numbers than usual.
It would be at this point that the city-state of Niflheim would truly became impossible to ignore.
Coeurls were C-rank monsters, if they could be produced and contracted with in mass numbers, the face of war would ultimately change.
"Daki how are you faring with your forging work?" Frost turned to his left where a fair green enchantress was coiled around his arm, reluctant to let go.
"Haaaaaa it's first time in days that we've been able to be in the same room and you want to talk about work." Daki shook her head and let out an exaggerated sigh before putting on a pouting expression alas her little dance had no effect on Frost who was more interested in completing his work on time.
"Tch…It's going fine, perhaps we're a little behind but not by much. The two extra forges as well as the materials sent over by the Furanos has really helped. Relax I promised to deliver you the allocated forged materials and I intend to keep my promise, even if I have to work like a damn Plow horse to do it."
"…In your case it'd be more akin to a cow." Maya muttered under her breath as she eyed the large swaying mounds attached to Daki's chest.
Though she spoke quietly her words were clearly heard by Daki as she rapidly turned around and glared her way.
"As if you can talk, it's not like your udders are that much smaller than mine, at least by working hard mine won't sag when I get older."
A vicious standoff thus began between the two beautiful women. Sparks of lightning flashed between them as fire radiated from their eyes. Frost was unfortunately smack damn in the middle, forced to endure their quarrelling.
"Seems I need to spent some more time with the two of you lest you tear each other's throats out from frustration." With all work and no play his girlfriends were obviously a bit pent up and quick to aggression, alas there truly was no time.
The moment he or they decided to indulge themselves half a day would go by at the very least.
'I really need more Yunas in my life.' It was growing more and more apparent as the scope of the territory and the Dungeon grew the more he needed help running it and not just any help, skilled help that was privy to his secrets. Unfortunately he wasn't at a level of being able to wantonly summon B-rank monsters who could safely be placed in such positions of power.
Though there was no time to indulge in carnal pleasure Frost did take out a precious 15 minutes from his schedule to hold the two of them in his arms and occasionally lather them with kisses and affection which seemed to alleviate their pent up stress somewhat.
Over the following couple days Princess Avira while disguised wandered around the Niflheim city-state. On the surface she was taking in the sights and buying up supplies for her upcoming journey to Icethorne but beneath she was analysing every single inch of the city, trying to find some sort of clue in regards to Frost's background.
The unknown was scary and as long as Frost remained a mystery she would struggle to feel relaxed. Though she wasn't foolishly arrogant like her brother Randolph she did find the fact that an unknown person unrelated to their empire successfully setting up such a thriving business on their veritable doorstep in so little time unnerving.
He could be considered somewhat friendly at the moment but who knows when that could change. With such a severe change in Northrend's political state Avira had grown accustomed to gauging potential threats. Frost unfortunately sat fairly high on that list.
Frost of course was made aware of her antics early on but let her be. He understood her wariness and even respected it, she had every right to be cautious when it came to powerful strangers.
As long as it was just being cautious it was fine however if that cautiousness ever turned into some sort of preventative action he would be forced to nip this problem in the bud.
The ball was in Avira's court. Would she be unable endure a possible threat or would she realise the folly of going against him and in turn either chose to simply ignore him or establish a friendly relationship like the Furanos.
Or perhaps something more…intimate.
