Strongest Necromancer System Chapter 772: T’arigan, the Dwarven Lord

With a mere glance, Jason skimmed the Artefact analysis, humming softly in composure before shifting his attention back to Farlow, who began to address him.

"I wished to discuss our previous talk. I know you were worried about the council’s rulings on you and Hesabeth, so I thought it wise to arrange a chat with someone who attended the council session firsthand. Remember, though, this discussion stays private, so please refrain from revealing any of our words to those beyond this chamber. Leaking council secrets to outsiders counts as a grave offense with harsh penalties."

Jason nodded gravely in assent to Farlow’s statement, humming his agreement. Then Farlow leaned in and directed a subtle pulse of magic at the crystal ball on the table. It shimmered briefly, projecting a vivid image onto its surface. The figure shown was a burly man sporting a heavy scowl and a lengthy beard. His skin bore a subtle bronze hue, like someone accustomed to lingering by hearth fires, adorned with gems and magic stones dangling from his ears and beard. Jason instantly identified him as a council member from his trial—this was T’arigan, ruler of Foragen’s Dwarven race. From system knowledge on Foragen, Jason recalled they were dwarves famed as the top Artefact Craftsmen across the Primordial Expanse! In the Period of Lawlessness, dwarves thrived more than any other race, untouchable because every faction relied on them for arms and Artefacts! Even attackers faced swift defeat, thanks to the dwarves’ border guarded by a full Legion of TITAN-level Colossal Artefacts! Invading their realm meant battling a horde of titans hurling lethal strikes—death awaited before ten steps!

The dwarves’ focus on crafting and their peacefulness meant few foes in the Primordial Expanse, letting them weather the Period of Lawlessness with minimal losses! Jason found it mildly shocking that T’arigan served as Farlow’s council informant, yet on reflection, it made sense. Elves too were peaceful, and among council races, dwarves and elves likely bonded best. What lingered sharpest from the trial for Jason was T’arigan’s vote against him. Whether from dislike or principle, Jason set it aside now, tuning in to T’arigan’s forthcoming words.

T’arigan’s gaze shifted from Farlow to Jason, his expression darkening further before he grunted out his words.

"Just so ya know, the only reason I’m doing this is c’us I owe Farlow here a favour. Don’t think fer a moment that I’m doing this for yer sake."

Deep and rumbling like thunder from the depths, T’arigan’s voice carried a peculiar accent evoking Earth’s ancient Vikings. Though using the Elven tongue, his robust timbre and inflection twisted it into something utterly alien to Jason’s ear! Jason saw no point in replying, knowing T’arigan held no fondness for him. Farlow alone justified his presence here, tied to Gina’s aid for the elf’s kin. Jason harbored no desire for a hollow tie with T’arigan, maintaining a serene expression as he awaited the dwarf’s start. Yet Farlow interjected first.

"You mentioned earlier that fresh details emerged in the latest council sessions. If sharing them with Jason discomforts you, we can simply –"

"Bah, it’z fine! What trouble is ye going to give me anyway? Better to hear this straight from the source. Look ‘ere, Jason, the council just held a meetin’ on what to do with ya. Too many gripes have come in ‘bout yer deeds in Machina from them ancient fools runnin’ the parallel worlds, leavin’ our hands tied tight. And with Rak’hael playin’ the idiot, things ain’t lookin’ bright for ya. Truth is, most of us backed bringin’ ya onto the council and grantin’ ya a seat. We didn’t care ‘bout yer moves in Machina—every one of us has pulled off genocide in our time. Plus, it’z partly our mess-up fer not uncoverin’ the Overlord’s true face sooner. But two big hurdles block ya from claimin’ that seat. First one’s straightforward. Lamina just threatened to bail on the council and walk away. She says as yer lord, she can’t share a throne with ya, so her pullin’ out makes sense. That’d wreck our schemes, leavin’ us with two vacant spots instead of one. The other snag’s yer status. Hate to tell ya, lad, but yer still a Black Enigma. And worse, yer an even bigger Black Enigma now than months back. Yer world’s power scale don’t match the might ye wield, makin’ it tough to greenlight yer return there at all."

Jason’s forehead furrowed deeper with every word from T’arigan. Despite the heavy accent, he caught every bit of what T’arigan said, and once it wrapped up, a scowl of pure frustration twisted his features! In all honesty, Jason ought to have expected this twist. By slaying the Overlord, he’d only confirmed the Rubik he faced wasn’t the genuine article, yet even a fake Rubik’s deeds against him rang true! Taggin’ Jason as a Black Enigma was spot-on, given his overwhelming power for Earth! He’d been mulling over how to head back without his strength ravaging the populace or shattering structures! As a TITAN, Jason’s might soared way beyond what a mere Rank II world like Earth could endure—a single moment’s unleashin’ would unleash catastrophic ruin!

Yet Jason knew he could handle that snag by lockin’ away his power till the moment called for it, so no real problem there! With steady calm, Jason broke in.

"So what’s the council plannin’ now? You sayin’ I can’t set foot in my own world anymore?"