Chapter 86: Expanded Reputation Store
A week passed, and Sorne remembered how to breathe again.
Jack sat alone in his study with the window unlatched to the brisk air.
The desk before him was crowded with wax-stubbed candles, a pair of brass dividers, and a leather-bound ledger whose pages smelled of ink and old sun.
His fingers had smudged black along the edges from turning page after page. Names. Occupations. Household counts. Streets and alleys labeled in tight clerk’s hand. Four thousand, one hundred and seventeen lives inked into tidy rows.
Seraphina stood at his right shoulder in her sober gray dress, apron crisp, ribbon binding her hair into a simple tail that brushed the slope of her back. Her hands were folded, patient and steady.
The same calm steadiness Jack had come to rely on. She did not fidget. She did not interrupt. When he wanted water, she placed the glass.
"Is this complete?" Jack asked at last.
"It is, my lord," Seraphina said. "Some households take in cousins or apprentices on seasonal work; I noted them."
Jack closed the ledger gently and exhaled through his nose. The quiet in the study cradled him; outside, a gull sent a lonely cry downriver and the breeze shook a spring rattle through the leaves.
Sorne, in its modest way, was beautiful. Not gilded, not grand, but honest.
’All right,’ Jack told the glow that hovered just behind his eyes. ’I’ve stared at ink until I can taste it. Let’s talk about what comes next.’
[Request acknowledged.]
Seraphina tilted her head slightly. "My lord?"
He angled the ledger back open to the first page and set the brass dividers aside. "Its time we help our citizens. I’m thinking of helping them with what I’ve invented so far."
She hesitated... "How will you set the prices?"
Jack ran his thumb along the leather spine. "Straightforward. Sorne doesn’t have barons with vaults under their floorboards. It has decent folk with decent means, some have less than that. So we’ll do what makes sense and what’s fair."
Seraphina’s calm faltered by the smallest degree. "Fairness," she said carefully, "has a price."
"It does," Jack said. He looked up, caught her steady gaze, and nodded once. "For those who can, we keep the usual: one silver for matches and tinderbox, five gold for shampoo and Embersalt. For those who can’t, they pay one copper. Not one more."
Seraphina blinked. "One copper."
"One copper," Jack repeated. "It’s not free. It keeps the dignity of buying. But it doesn’t force them to choose between hot food and a hot bath."
[Warning: Dangerous precedent detected. You are one step away from starting a rebellion about taxes.]
Jack’s mouth twitched. ’You really have a way of cheering a man on.’
[Correction: Nobles are usually judged by how much they can tax their peasants without starting a rebellion. Your proposal is... unconventional.]
’Unconventional keeps people fed,’ Jack answered. ’Besides, I can afford it. We all know I can afford it.’
Seraphina’s lashes flicked as if she’d heard the thought anyway. "My lord, forgive me for speaking plainly... this will not be well-received by other houses."
"They don’t live here," Jack said, letting the window’s breeze cool the heat behind his eyes. "We do."
Seraphina dipped her chin. "Yes, my lord."
’And before you start on margins,’ Jack added inwardly, ’let me guess: something about markets collapsing?’
[No collapse predicted. However...]
[Warning: This also sounds suspiciously like something called ’socialism.’ Congratulations, you’ve invented it a thousand years early.]
Jack stared at nothing, then at everything, then rubbed his brow. ’You keep saying words that don’t exist.’
He choked on a laugh. Seraphina’s brows rose a fraction. "My lord?"
"Nothing," Jack said, coughing into his fist. "Just... indigestion. Put the runners out. We’ll start before noon."
"As you wish."
--
By late morning, Sorne’s square thrummed.
"Lord Jack," called a woman whose sleeves were rolled to the elbow, flour stained in her hair. "Is it true? The steward said..."
"It’s true," Jack said with a big smile. "If you can afford the usual, pay the usual. If you cannot, you pay one copper."
He gestured to the crates and baskets. "Matches. Tinderboxes. Shampoo. Embersalt."
A boy in a patched vest craned up on his toes, wide-eyed at the neat little sticks and the matte-black tin that held them. Seraphina consulted her page.
"Mara of Tanner’s Lane," she said softly. "Husband injured in the mill two months past. Three children. Income irregular."
Mara swallowed. "My lord, we..."
"You pay one copper," Jack said, and offered his palm.
Her fingers shook as she pressed a copper there. When he placed the small bundle of matches and the tin into her hands, she bowed her head so her hair hid her face. A small girl about eight years old at her side stood on tiptoe and whispered, "Mama, can I try one?"
Jack struck the match himself. Shffft. A thin flame licked to life, and the child’s laugh was so bright it popped like a bubble through the crowd’s tension.
The crackle of applause and relief passed like a ripple through wheat.
[+10 Reputation Points.]
A smith with forearms like oak roots approached with a respectful nod. "My lord. I can pay full freight," he said. "Wouldn’t feel right otherwise. But..." he cleared his throat, eyes fixed on the ember-rock sachet Seraphina drew from the crate, "I’ve never handled Embersalt. They say it makes food taste out of this world."
"It does," Jack said.
The smith counted out five gold with care, each coin clinking like small bells. He tucked the sachet against his side as if it were a child he’d carry home. "You’ll have more of this?"
"We will," Jack said. "And if a month’s thin, you tell Seraphina. She knows the ledger better than I do."
The smith looked at Seraphina, looked at Jack, and then ducked his head, embarrassed by the sudden weight in his throat. "Aye. Thank you, my lord."
[+10 Reputation Points.]
--
[+10 Reputation Points.]
[+10 Reputation Points.]
[+10 Reputation Points.]
The messages stacked over and over.
Every name Seraphina checked drew another subtle bell from the air only Jack could hear.
After most of the day had passed, the last crate was finally empty.
Jack blew warmth into his hands and looked up into a sky that had polished itself to blue pewter.
[Total Gained: +41,117 Reputation Points.]
[Reputation Points Balance: 141,144.]
Jack breathed out, long and low. ’That will build more than one thing.’
He turned his face toward the river for a moment and let the wind comb the white in his hair. Then he looked at Seraphina.
"We’re done for today."
"Yes, my lord." The faintest curve touched Seraphina’s mouth.
She closed the ledger with careful hands, as if tucking the whole town in for sleep.
They walked back to the estate.
–
Inside, the house’s evening hum wrapped around them. Somewhere deeper in, Octavia’s laughter cut bright and victorious.
At the study door, Jack paused. "Seraphina."
She stopped, hands returning to their folded patience. "My lord?"
"Rest."
"I can stay and..."
"You can," Jack said. "Rest anyway. You outworked me."
A small pleased light warmed her eyes. She dipped her head and withdrew, the soft hush of her steps swallowed by the long hall.
’All right,’ he told the only presence invited to this part of his life. ’Show me.’
[Reputation Store]
[Categories: Earth Blueprints, Infrastructure, Defense, Civic, Unknown]
’Alright let’s start with earth blueprints.’
[Blueprint: Water Pump 9,500 Reputation Points]
[Blueprint: Shower 18,000 Reputation Points]
[Blueprint: Cement 25,000 Reputation Points]
[Blueprint: Steel 50,000 Reputation Points]
[Blueprint: Factory Improvements 22,000 Reputation Points]
’Civic.’
[High-Capacity Grain Storage 15,000 Reputation Points]
[Public Bathhouse 26,000 Reputation Points]
[Street Lamps 19,000 Reputation Points]
[Sanitation 20,000 Reputation Points]
’Unknown,’
[??? 500,000 Reputation Points]
[??? Prototype: 240,000 Reputation Points]
[??? Key: 1,000,000 Reputation Points]
’Tease,’ he told the system.
He leaned back and laced his fingers behind his head.
’Infrastructure’
[Castle Expansion 70,000 Reputation Points]
[Sewage System 55,000 Reputation Points]
[Roads 24,000 Reputation Points]
’Okay, not bad. Let’s check out defenses now.’
[Magical Sensors 18,000 Reputation Points]
[Castle 100,000 Reputation Points]
[Magic Towers 50,000 Reputation Points]
[Giant Ballista 45,000 Reputation Points]
[Moat 40,000 Reputation Points]
[Garrison 30,000 Reputation Points]
[Orichalcum Combat Instructor Location 250,000 Reputation Points]
[Seven Star Magical Instructor Location 250,000 Reputation Points]
Jack paused for a moment.
’Holy shit. That’s a lot of stuff to choose from. I’m glad I went to see Draven now.’
....
....
After thinking and running things through his head Jack had finally come up with an answer.
’I got it! Let’s go with....’