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Chapter 1206: Anthony On Tour - Peace in the Air
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[OI! This is a good cuppa right 'ere!]

[Aw yeah? Lehave a taste!]

[Get your own!]

[Like that, is it? EYY? Cup here and say that!]

[Maybe I will, then!]

Aaaaaand they're gone. Another pair fly up to engage in what I'm coming to understand is more like a fun pastfor the Magpei rather than a serious fight. They just seem to love smashing the heck out of each other, and for whatever reason, they don't seem to get hurt much. Perhaps they're just much tougher than they look?

After watching the market unfold and listening to these people interact, I've cto understand exactly what is going on here. I was confused at first, because they don't have fur, waste energy speaking and are less prone to thumbs ups, but the Magpei are basically all just shiny, feather-winged versions of Tiny.

Would the dumb ape lay fists into everyone and everything he could if I let him? Absolutely! It's not like he's malicious, he just enjoys it, and he assumes everyone else does as well. I get the feeling the bad attitudes and rudeness displayed by the Magpei are due to them wanting to skip as much of the unnecessary stuff as quickly as possible and get to the punching.

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[Someone put the billy on! This tea is choice!]

[Yeah? Better than my tea?]

[Of course it is, you melter!]

[EYYYY?]

[EYYYY!?]

Aaaaaand they're gone. They really seem to like the tea. That's not the only thing which has grabbed their attention. As before with the ka'armodo, the small amount of jewellery and other shiny nicknacks are popular with the winged ones, causing many a brawl.

They just seem to step around whenever brawling birdbrains fall out of the sky, or smile and nod politely whenever someone tries to pick a fight with them. It almost seems magical. I wish I could exhibit that level of tolerance, because, for whatever reason, a group of Magpei have decided that they'll get a rise out ofno matter what.

[Big bug sittin' there lookin' all sad on the ground. Got no wings, EY?]

[C'mon, MATE. Cup here and look atlike that through ya flamin' multi-focal lenses!]

And so on. And so on. No matter how long I sit here, unresponsive, in the centre of this impromptu market, they just don't seem to run out of gas. Or insults.

But how? I have two main methods of approach here. I could use a gravity well to drag them all down to the ground, or use one to liftup into the air, challenging them in their own space.

Or… why not both?

Gweheheheh.

With an evil chuckle, I begin to draw out gravity mana from my gland, weaving it deftly and carefully, masking my work as much as possible. They won't know what hit them….

[Are you doing something, Anthony?]

Dammit! It's the brathian mage, the Dungeon Seer… Olivis! She's watchinglike a hawk at the moment!

[Me? Of course not! Why would you suspect something like that?]

[Because I thought I felt a stirring of mana. You aren't going to do something to the Magpei, are you?]

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[Why would you ever suspectof yes, yes I was. I'm getting really annoyed and was going to punish them for their hubris.]

[I'm not even passing on their insults any more.]

[They found one of their own mages to make sure I got the message.]

"I agree, Eldest," a whisper of pheromones from Protectant brushes against my antennae. "We would appreciate it if you didn't put an even larger target on your back."

But… but! Fine.

Reluctantly, I let the mana go, and Olivis nods, pleased.

[Thank you for your cooperation. I know it can be difficult here, but a little patience is all—]

[You fishy brathians only ever think about money. Too scared to get involved in a REAL fight? EY?!]

[—that's… required.]

[OI! Mage down there. Too WEAK to fight, are ya? Too yellow are ya? You MELT!]

[I hear your Satrap is as fat as a sea cow! Fatter! Ya mongrel!]

[Oi! OIIIIII! You hear us down there? Ears blocked with scales?]

Olivis' eyes begin to narrow… and I quietly begin to shape my gravity mana again.

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