Eric was sitting in front of his PC. He logged into the game; the game started. His avatar was transported to the battle arena. He got the best weapons gods were with him today. He cleared the server except for one. He found that person and his luck continued, the last person was unarmed. He aimed and shot the person. His ears were expecting the winner's tune, there was no limit to his happiness, this was his first win in years. Instead, his ears were greeted by the harsh alarm tone. His mind froze it suddenly realized something, the smile vanished. He was unwilling to leave the game but was still dragged back to reality.
Eric launched himself out of the bed, landing on the floor. The alarm stopped. The beautiful yellow rays coming from the window made the room bright, quite opposite to gloomy him.
Eric wanted to lash out on System, but he knew what response that damned system would give. He kept quiet.
Eric with his gloomy face exited the room, " Evans, Evans" he shouted. The guards ran to inform Evans.
Eric was muttering to himself, "this shit system if it was in front me, I would have strangled it,"
"Who are you going to strangle now, do you know what people are calling you? Noble Slayer, minister flayer." Evans grinned.
"What Slayer and flayer don't irritate me. I called you to talk about work and you're spouting nonsense." Eric grumbled.
Evans glanced at Eric's face, he understood. "Eric, come with me.," without waiting for Eric's approval, Evans held Eric's hand, ignored his grumbling, and dragged him out to the grounds.
Many officials were strolling in the park and army men jogging. Old were teaching the youngsters way of life and their experiences. Evans avoided them, if caught these retired people would lecture him for hours and his mood will become the same as Eric, sour.
Two rounds of parks and cool morning wind lightened up Eric's face. Evans asked, "if you are okay now, you could tell me what bugged you. Maybe I could help you."
Eric thought if I tell him about me and system he would think I have gone senile. He kept his frustration to himself and told Evans its nothing important.
Evans again asked, "Do you not consider me your friend. Tell me. Or is it because of sexual tension?" He winked and poked at Eric.
"Stop talking rubbish" his face a little red, he never had sex in his previous life. The highest level achieved by him was a kiss, actually, it was a peck but it was enough to send him to heavens.
However, the Eric he had taken place of had been in many temporary relationships. But those parts of his memories were foggy. So, he couldn't tell whether he was a virgin. He wondered if his friends would know. But, It was embarrassing even to think about asking his friends for his virginity status, especially a friend like Evans. He shuddered at the thought of the outcome.
Now that Eric returned to his normal self. "Your highness, what's your order," Evans asked, making a serious face like a knight ready to lay down his life at his command.
"Please, can't you behave normally. Um… I forgot what I was about to say." Eric went in deep thought, "Ah, yes. Gather the smiths and carpenters and bowyers in the town. I want them to make some implements for agriculture and the military."
"Eric, are you serious? Smiths and woodworkers are many. That wouldn't be a problem. But bowyers? Only the military has them and might be busy making arrows and bows." Evans said.
"But why are bowyers busy? We aren't in war with any other Kingdom. is the army's stocks empty, but that isn't possible either. Why would they need more?" Eric said, stretching his head, trying hard to recall the points that he might have overlooked. During his campaign against nobles, the military stocks were full. It couldn't just vanish in a week.
"Oh ho, Our courageous prince had forgotten that he fought with Dazar some time ago. Their armies hadn't retreated yet and they are sending more troops and reinforcements to our northern borders. Danger looms above Kingdom because of a stupid-"
"That wasn't me,..." Eric blurted out. It was the fault of previous Eric, but no one would believe him.
"Fine, I believe it wasn't you." Evans cut in, a mischievous smile formed on his face as he continued, "Someone had impersonated you and commanded six northern brigades to follow him. And when he was in the infirmary, you replaced him."
"I admit it was my fault, Okay stop grinning." there was no point in denying, Eric further added "However, I am serious now, and need those people. Not all of the bowyers would be working all day, even retired ones would do." Eric put his hands on Evan's shoulders.
Evans nodded, "Okay, let me see what I can do." Evans left.
Eric wandered across the field for some time, then went inside the palace. He needed a room or a hall, as a temporary workshop. Where he would train these people.
In the palace, nearly all the rooms he had seen were large enough to be called halls. But finding an empty one was a problem. He strode around the palace two times but couldn't find any empty room. All the rooms, even those not in use anymore, have been allotted for some task.
Just take the meeting halls as an example, there were three of them. War hall was previously used by Eric, ten years after the last time it was used. Only the main hall was used frequently for official meetings. The throne hall was so big but no use. Even his father didn't like to hold any gathering there, however, it had a special significance.
Eric shook his head, just a waste of space. His search continued...