Dragonborn Saga Chapter 109 Winterhold After the Battle!

A/N: Sorry for the delay! A personal matter popped up!
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"My name is Alina Moonblade! I am honored to meet with you, Senior Jon!" A girl in a red dress with blacl hair and red eyes followed after Jullanar. She was putting on a face cover like last times.
Before she comes, they guys reported to me that she started helping with the pirate problem the day they started provoking the town openly. It was almost three months ago. They also said that she doesn't show her face and all that.
And once she requested to see me, they all started winking like idiots.
Well, I already knew about her a little! I wasn't planning to get mixed with her kind (the hidden clan kids kind) before I have a full understanding of the politics of these people, but she came out of her clan and got mixed with Nurina, I guessed I'll have to deal with her sooner or later.
Now, I was meeting her in the Gunship where we were keeping the eight prisoners.
"Nice to meet you! As fellow evil minions to Nurina, we can call each others by name!"
"Pffft! .... ehem!" She lost her cool and laughed for some reason but she regained her composer quickly.
Did I say anything funny?
"Once again my name is Alina and I am glad to meet you, Jon."
"Nice to meet you too, Alina."
Now it's less awkward.
"I may not have a say in this but regarding the prisoners you have, what will you do with them." She asked.
I looked at the people around which were the key figures in town, Trudvar, Ongeim, Wulfur and Jullanar. From the look on their faces, they were all very happy with Alina.
"Before I answer, I would like to say that you earned the right to have a say as you won the trust of everyone in this room and the report I heard showed how much effort you put in protecting this town, you have our thanks!" I said in a polite tone.
"Oh! ... Ehem! ... I was only doing the right thing."
"Thank you once again! Now, about your question. I am actually having a problem deciding what to do with them!"
"I could tell! The one you are holding is Styr Bloodsail, the youngest son of Bervak Bloodsail, the Clan's Patriarch!"
"Oh headache!" I said
"This is worse than we thought! Killing him will bring all of that clan's anger on us! Letting him go will expose Jon's strength to them and also they will come for vengeance!" Wulfur said.
"So the public execution I was thinking about is no more! Dammit!" Ongeim said.
"What should we do then?" Trudvar asked.
"To a clan like the Bloodsail, you guys are still not strong enough! You indeed delivered a fatal blow to them and it will take them a long while to recover from it. But remember, only only one master warrior appeared in this battle, the one I was saved from. The Bloodsail clan has more than just that low leveled Aura Master as well as a lot of mages!"
Low leveled? A lot of mages? Are we up against some cultivation sect or something?
"What is your suggestions?" I asked.
"Being responsible for his death is already a bad idea! He will die soon anyway, the signs said so."
Signs! Wait a single minute!
"By any chance... you can use 'Divination'?"
"Oh! I can, it is a bit inaccurate but looking at his conditions, he is pretty much done for!"
Oh! I am not focusing at anything she said!
'Divination'! How envious!
This is a very unique gift! I call it a gift because it is something like my Dragonborn Soul. Only those who are born with it can wield it.
Of course there are spells that can use the aspect of 'Divination' like 'Clairvoyance' but they are nothing compared to the real deal. Just like the difference between a normal Voice Master and a Dragonborn.
Alina can tell that this Styr kid will die soon.
Sigh!
Looks like a fight is inevitable.
Hmmm!
"Hey! What day is today?" I asked.
"The 28th of Evening Star (December), why?" Alina said.
"Well! We may not have to do it after all! Ongeim, take them and throw them back on their ship!"
"Huh! Why?" The all blinked and asked!
"Just do it."
"Jon, you are letting them go?" Wulfur asked.
"Look at them! Do they look like anyone who can go anywhere? The ship theu have is too big for them eight to sail even if they are in their best conditions, plua the ship is too damaged! Just let them for now! They won't live."
"What are you planning?" Alina frowned and asked me.
"Huh! Not saying! I will spoil the fun this way! Let's just all leave!"
They all started nagging for a while but it was no big deal. I just left a gift for someone else to vent their anger on.
Now! I guess I should just head back to the town.
***
"BOSS!"
"HE IS HERE!"
"Boss! Boss! Boss! Boss!"
The fuck is going on?
These guys?
Did I start some sort of religion or anything? I didn't, did I?
Two little girls are giving me flowers? Oh! How cute!
The people opening a path for me to my manor! Guys, I am so deeply touched.
But I am not good with all this attention, I am moving like a wooden doll for some reason!
I used to fight in an arena before but this is so embarrassing!
I walked and was followed by my friends and men!
Things are pretty hectic in my mind but I managed to reach home.
Behind the main gate some people who appeared to be the guards appeared and closed the gate behind me.
The beautiful place around is filled with snow now! It has been a while since I made a snowman! But let's do that alone.
I entered the house and was surprised by how clean it is! Not even a grain of dust was seen.
"Mistress Elishka came with some girls to clean the place two days ago! We were anticipating your arrival!" Trudvar said.
"Good job! Looks like rewards shall be thrown left and right now."
"I will see to that! I am handling some of the accounts and Mistress Elishka is handling the others but it will be a bit hard to deal with all that!"
"Oh! I will review the ledgers later. Need to rest my aching body first. Ah! The place is too warm!"
"It's a nice house indeed!" Alina commented.
Seems like that guy who was with her in Mount Anthor, Skywalker, joined as well.
"Well, make yourself at home!"
Everyone put their weapons on the ground and found a chair to rest on.
Ah! Home sweet home!
*knock knock knock*
"Who is it?" Trudvar went to see who's knocking.
"Sir, it is Mistress Elishka and some other business owners asking to meet the Boss!"
Trudvar looked at me and I nodded!
"Send them in!"
***
In the room, there are Jullanar, Wulfur, Ongeim, Trudvar, Alina and Skywalker on a side.
The other side had Elishka, Dagur the innkeeper, the mine owner, the head mason, the master huntsman, as well as some important people in the hold.
Why am I sitting on this big chair in the middle?
"You guys didn't appoint me as a Jarl, right?" I asked.
"Well, you already own most of the properties in town and the land you own is massive, add to that the number of the guards who work for you that has exceeded the number of the Jarl's guards already. Why do you think we should deal with that useless person to begin with?" Elishka signed.
"You made a good thing here, Boss Jon! Don't worry about such a Jarl!" The mine owner said.
"The town already belongs to Boss Jon, even the Imperial Garrison in the south deal with us to get supplies!" The master huntsman followed.
"And many people who had bad living conditions around the area has all migrated to Winterhold."
"Don't forget the young ones who applied in the College to follow the footsteps of Boss Jon!"
"And this happened..."
"And that happened..."
Oh boy! If I remember correctly, I was only making a humble investments and a small business with the things I have in hand.
Now I am the tycoon of Winterhold.
I kept looking at the ledger in front of my. It was organized the way I taught the Elishka how to do it.
Numbers and charts filled the pages and I could understand what happened in the past four months!
Holy Mudcraps!
What the hell did you guys do?
We are too rich!
Too damn rich!
Did people want to work that much?
I totally underestimated the work I have done here.
My properties that I obtained its land buy with a few hundred gold septims is now worth more than forty thousand gold septims.
My guards and spare sailors that I keep around unofficial hired are about three hundred.
And the workers has increased many times.
"It is still not enough Boss Jon!" The head mason said.
"*glub* not enough!" I said as I could feel my head becoming light.
"Yes! The town needs solid defenses! And a lot of people need to have houses as they mostly live in rundown ones. Also the immigrants need housing." He replied!
Just kill me already!
"We need to expand the inn, Boss Jon! It used to fit the small town, but now the there are a lot of customers!" The innkeeper said.
"We also need some barracks for the men!" Trudvar said.
"A market square!" Wulfur.
"More trading ships!" Ongeim.
"A temple!" Alina.
"Okay! I get it! But I don't have a brain to deal with all that alone!"
"Where is Ysolda when we need her?" Wulfur sighed.
Ah! Ysolda's brain is made of numbers, she can think of every legal and illegal way to make and spend money!
But we need to rely on what we have in hands now.
Fine!
Let's speak throw this problem on someone else.
"Ladies and gentlemen! The situation seems to be a bit getting out of hand with the pirates problems and all the things that has been happening! I know you couldn't wait as the situation is turning critical by the day and a solution need to be found. In my opinion, we should work with what we have in hand. A year ago this town was a ghost town compared to what it is today! The solution in this time is the same as always... You! The sons and daughters of this town are the best solution for the future. I gambled on you once and I won so here I gamble again. We can't establish something official like a town hall to deal with this matters but we can get permission from the Jarl to deal with all these matters, not as Jon Dare or as any individual, but as a one entity, one solid being! I can't deal with this problem alone as you all know, I am a student of the arcane arts. But I am very confident in you, you were the partners who put their blood and tears to build the beautiful thing we have today. It can't be me alone. This is why I arrived at a vital conclusion. We must unite ourselves into one more capable machine. A machine that only knows how to push forward. I am suggesting that we build a cooperation. An association of the businessmen and workers in this town to work under a single, organized and multu-personnel management. I suggest a business company!"
"Aye!"
"Aye!"
"AYE!"
"Well said, Boss!"
"Amazing!"
"We agree, no disagreement!"
Fufufu!
Success!
"Boss, I can nominate some names for the first patch of management personnel!" Elishka said.
"Oh! Please!"
"Many of the girls are now proficient in the skills of literacy and calculating. I relied on them and they will prove to be of use."
"Oh good!"
"You also promised them when you were hiring us a year ago that the first best opportunity that comes will be theirs."
"I remember! Haha, this is great, we have the personnel we need! Let's make a plan now and put the big ideas together!"
"Ehem! Before we start, I would like to ask a question!" Alina talked.
"By all means!"
"What will you call the Company?"
"... Attach the word 'Dragon' with anything good and we will go with it."
"Fufu...." she laughed faintly.
I realized what have I done a second later. Everyone in the room is giving the same laugh...
This will be a fight over the name of the company.
[A/N: a fight you readers shall solve in the comments!]