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Chapter Two Hundred Fifty: 'Partnership of the Age...'
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Hector pressed his lips together flatly again as he waited for Abbas to respond. It seemed like the man wasn't going to, so Hector decided to elaborate. "We're not sure how it works. The Forge might just be broken. We wanted a skilled integrator to inspect it."

"You have... a Fusion Forge..." was all Abbas managed to say. He looked dazed now.

In spite of himself, in spite of wanting to remain as composed and lordly as he could, Hector couldn't help smiling a little. He put a fist in front of his mouth to hide it, not sure if it would offend the Head of the Golden Council. "Perhaps you could work on your armor on the way?" he suggested, trying his damnedest not to start laughing.

Abbas and Worwal both squinted at him, then exchanged looks with one another.

'Do you truly have a Fusion Forge in your possession?' said Worwal. 'You are not trying to prank us, are you?'

That did it. Hector shut his eyes and chuckled into his closed fist. Shit. He had to clarify immediately. "It's not a prank," he said, regathering himself. He looked to Garovel for help.

Garovel was turned around and doubled over in the air. The black shroud that covered his skeletal form was shaking violently. With suppressed laughter. He was having an even harder time than Hector was, apparently.

'You ARE pranking us!' said Worwal.

Garovel started guffawing outright.

"No!" said Hector, still struggling to keep his composure. "It's real! I swear! Come with us to Lorent, and you'll see!"

"How in the world did you get your hands on a Fusion Forge?" said Abbas.

Hector took a second to let Garovel calm down. And then he shrugged. "I just found it."