Ivor had been traveling around the city, heading from barracks to barracks. He had given different people roles after assessing what they were able to do. At the same time, he was the one who would tell them what they were meant to do in case there was trouble in the city, the way Harbour wanted to deal with them.
It was safe to say that it was the hardest Ivor had ever worked, because there was a fear in him.
Walking through the streets, he was heading to the next barracks location. Here there was to be another assessment of new recruits with good pay to join, trying to get in the people and wanderers just like the time before.
He was walking fairly fast-paced through the city, trying to get there quickly.
'I have to prove my worth to Harbour, and that way it will prove my worth to Alter as well!' Ivor thought, quickening his steps even more. 'Otherwise, if they think I'm useless, then they will just get rid of me!'
Ivor felt he was let off by the skin of his teeth. What value did he really have, and why of all people, did the no-name White Dragon decide to spare him and try to convince the others to keep him alive?
He didn't know the answer to that, but he didn't want to give them a reason for getting rid of him.
Upon entering, Ivor could see some of the old Lethal Bite Clan members giving an assessment to the wanderers coming in.
The barracks were set up similarly to the others with a training area section inside of it, with a sand-like flooring. The applicants were about to go through the tests such as the Qi stone assessment.
There were very few of the old Lethal Bite Clan members that were still present who had been in the city at the time.
They weren't really official members, or those that had grown up with the clan but those that had been selected to be guards.
They had their lives spared, and they didn't even know it, and now they were helping with the recruitment process.
As Ivor went in, he could see the assessor standing on one side, and the applicants lined up. The assessor was going through the list of names he had been given.
"What is this!" The assessor shouted. "We have no names taking part in the assessment. Do they think that we are just letting anyone in because of what happened!"
"That's right," one of the ones waiting to be assessed said, looking at the no-name standing next to him. "I'm starting to have second thoughts if they're letting people like this in, Even if the pay is good, I still have part of my pride."
A lot of the applicants were complaining about the two no-names that had been allowed to take the assessment and the assessor himself didn't seem to be pleased.
Seeing this, the assessor had already made his choice. "The no-names will not be taking part in this assessment, that is an or-"
"Wait!" Ivor shouted as he continued to walk.
The assessor noticed Ivor since he had been granted a higher position now within the clan. Seeing how everything was, it was bugging him slightly.
"You can't just go doing that on your own, every person deserves a fair chance," Ivor explained. "If they are able to complete the tests, then just like everyone else, they are allowed to join the clan."
"This is not the same Lethal Bite Clan, this is a new Clan entirely, so that pride that you speak of should be thrown out."
Seeing Ivor talk, the applicants still didn't like the words that were being spoken. Some of them had decided to even turn around and leave, no longer taking part in the assessment.
However, most of them seemed to stay as well.
"Sir, if you do this, it could lower the quality of those that will apply, not only that but the other clans will disrespect us. Those with no name, have no morals. They have no history or accomplishments that they can stick up for or be proud of. They are lifeless."
Ivor held up his hand stating that it was enough, and he didn't want to hear anymore.
"Right now, remember what I said, we are a clan that is starting from fresh. We also have no history from today, so it's only right that we can also accept no-names," Ivor replied.
"And trust me, you will be surprised, there are some powerful no-names out there that can change the whole landscape of clans with thousands of years of history."
"What does history and legacy matter if one cannot protect it," Ivor said as he replied and was smiling at himself.
As for the people he had in mind, a few of them did appear.
'I don't understand these people, how can they grow up so ignorant of the world,' Ivor thought to himself. Looking at the assessor had gotten him so angry, and he wondered what type of person could even act like that.
With the assessor seeing more light and a bit disgruntled, he decided that it was best for them to continue on the assessment anyway.
They turned to the warriors that had applied and they were ready to start. Since things were going well here, Ivor was ready to leave.
"That was nicely said," one of the men looking at the floor claimed, and right after he pulled out a sword and swung it right to Ivor's neck stopping him from moving any further.
At the same time, several of the other warriors had stabbed and killed those next to them in single hits, and another had chucked the assessor's head to the ground so forcefully he had been killed on the spot.
Just like that, the only one that was left alive was Ivor.
'These warriors, the way they took them out, they're really strong… Are they at least middle-stage warriors? What are they trying to do?' Ivor screamed in his mind, but he didn't dare shout out anything.
That was when one person with a glaive in their hand started to walk forward.
"Our sources tell us that you might know something, so can you please kindly tell us, where is the Lux Sword?" Elvlin asked.
