"I apologize, Master Tristan. It was not my intention to imply such unseemly matters before you." Joseph bowed low and with this action, his faithful servant also mirrored his subservient pose.
The boy could kill them with ease if that was his desire. They would breath their last and won't even know how they died in the end. A meaningless death for anyone.
"No offense was taken, Joseph. Forgive me if you thought otherwise." Tristan muttered softly. He was not that small minded to punish mortals with prejudice.
Even if they were criminals and scum like the ones before him. Tristan pocketed the item along with the pricey looking box that came with it.
"You're at marrying age already, Tristan. Do you want me to introduce a bride for you?" Sarah asked after a while.What she was really trying to say was to purchase a bride for her son but Sarah was wise enough to approach the delicate topic with subtlety."HAK!""HAK!""HAK!" Tristan acted surprised. Even some bits of food and milk were regurgitated out his nose.Indeed, with a man who has lived for countless eons, acting was like second nature for Tristan. Life was but a play after all. An important lesson he learned after the vast experiences he had i
“But with a face like this...” Tristan doubted that it would even matter for anyone else but him. In the end, he erased the stray musings from his mind.He never cared for what others thought of him in the first place anyway."I said stop your nonsense already, Tristan!" Sarah tried to admonish like a strict mother. But these hard words were betrayed by a giggle or two from the woman. This was why she loved her son so much.Even though he appeared laden with all his physical abnormalities but he never acted differently from any other children.In fact, Sarah had never even seen Tristan cry or appear mildly disturbe
"WHOOSH!" an agile almost unseen object flew in the distance, only to come back from whence it came and landed obediently at the hands that let it fly in the first place.With how strong a family of a village hunter was, being consumers of the most potent parts of a magical beasts body, making this throw was elementary.What was more amazing was the technique displayed by Tristan. To be able to send off a normal looking knife at the trajectory he did required exquisite mastery over the thrown weapon.It was definitely something that took years and maybe decades of practice. One that this hideous looking boy certainly was not.
There was a scene of broken parts of humans and the crimson flow along their flesh's edges several years ago.For the first time in the ten years of his new life, Tristan saw the look of horror on his mother's face. And it was directed straight at him.He promised from that day onward that he will never recreate the same event again. At least not in front of his second mother in life, Sarah."Why are you not eating your lunch, mom? Do you want me to get you something better?" Tristan asked after he finished the unpalatable food he got used to eating."Hmmm... Nothing, Tristan. I just love to look at you enjoy your meal so exub
Some of them would get swallowed whole but the most common causes of death at the hands of these mindless low level magical beasts was a more miserable end than what was initially imagined.A piece by piece evisceration by wild animals who knew nothing but trust the instincts that had been embedded unto their existence. But this was not to say that there were no sentient magical beasts.In fact there were a lot of them. But most of these high leveled creatures were fortunately away from here.If not, then a trifling Warding Powder could not have paused their steps to eat its fill and devour all mortals in the town of Caister. Perhaps even the neighboring towns near these terrains.
Warren never even taught his sword arts to Tristan, much less impart knife skills that seemed to fly in all directions at once.She realized long ago that her son had many secrets of his own but that was not her business. Tristan was her son and no one could change that permanent truth.Not her.Not her husband, Warren.Not Tristan.Not those wicked magical beasts.And most certainly, not the blind and deaf gods who remained still amidst their cries of sorrows.
Tristan looked like a swirling pickaxe but in a more vivid and grotesque way. He circled in unpredictable fashion while the bottles were secured firmly on his belt.The extra baggage had only minimal restrictions towards Tristan’s actions while he continued taking his time on his measured evasions."What's wrong, mom? Are you tired already? I seem to remember a woman who was quite cocky and claimed that she could go on fucking like a teen for hours on end. Hmmmm...I recall that her name is very familiar... Ssssss...." Tristan said after five minutes of the same play. He could see the sweat pouring from the pores of his mother and judged that it would come soon.
“What are you going to do, Master Tristan? The Caister Weasels shall be at your disposal." Joseph said and the meaning of his pledge could be taken literally as well.This boy could definitely end every single one of their paltry lives. The fat man's eyes strayed for a second on the sleeping figure of the boy's mother.He guessed that the situation originated from this unfortunate development.“Is she injured or worse....?” Joseph paused his thoughts on what this could mean to his group and also of the people of Caister as a whole.As one who sucked at the lifeblood of the masses for decades and unified the u