“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
At that moment, each one of them witnessed was only told in mere whispers and legends. A materialization of energy and spirit.One that no mortal in Caister nor its neighboring towns has and could ever achieve in light of the restrictions that plagued their history.It was as if he was daring for someone to come challenge him the moment he disembarked from the carriage. But luckily, none came and they all thank the invisible gods above for that."Where is Henry and his men?" Joseph asked when he remembered the man he sent earlier to guide Tristan’s mother in the marketplace.Of course he was not stupid to rely the safety
After a full minute of close inspection, Tristan dropped the red stone inside the box to fall into the crystalline waters."SHHHHHH!" the mixture made a sizzling sound as if water upon boiling temperatures and the effect was only growing in intensity as each breath elapsed.Upon the seventh second, a curious change happened without another notice whatsoever.The outer shell of the red stone peeled from its surface to reveal a shiny unblemished pearl from within its hard case."Perfect." Tristan whispered and fished out the shiny pearly stone with his fingers.
What mattered most was that he had begun his goal with a purpose in mind and he would have to die first before he would give up on this quest. The road ahead was just a step away.Stopping now would be folly. And so Tristan sustained his malicious chanting.“HAHAHA! Trivial tricks! Why don’t you tickle my balls some more so I could slap on your face in full?!” an unrecognizable voice proceeded without pause.The boy was not concerned with the state of his body other than what he believed he would achieve in the end. Any more than this was not considered important at all.From the nonstop scrapes followed the
"Master Tristan? Are you okay?" the woman called again and this time her voice was louder than the last.Tap, tap, tap... And the same sounds were perceived by her once again. It was at this time that she dared to put an ear upon the hard wood that cased the doors of the guest chambers.She had feared to hear the music of lustful moans as the solid surface flattened her ears firmly but alas, what she got from her endeavors was not the one that she expected.There were no moans or sounds of ecstasy whatsoever. What she got was the ever rising torrents of the same flood of eerie thumping on something.“An object to a hard
Its healing rays were undeniable as the constant grace of cure were slowly mending the signs of trauma and torture upon his sullen body.A few breaths passed and the hard coughs stopped completely. Another soft tap later, a young boy was now fully standing firmly on his foot and was steadily gazing upon the lone occupant of the bed.His eyes bled with love and attention but unbeknownst to anyone, the grotesque form of a boy was also busy conversing with someone unseen."Can I be healed from this curse?" Tristan asked wordlessly."Negative, host. This power is beyond the Artificial Intelligence System's capabilities." The sweet
They were the Rulers of Realities and were seated at the apex of power in his previous world. And that was only one of the requirements to attain a single Potion of Resurrection.Thus, dreaming something of that kind was simply best left behind as that, a mere dream and nothing more."Give me a more direct remedy for my mother's illness, A.I." Tristan ordered after testing his hypothesis. He was in luck that he had provided at least a recourse for this eventuality.With his vast knowledge proven unusable in this existing situation, he has no other hope left but to lean on the chess piece that he anticipated beforehand.This po
Its pinkish peak was attractive to the sight yet the allure did not even faze the concentration of the boy. He mechanically did the pressure points and touched as he was instructed per the system's guidance.Although it would have been best to use needles for the labor at hand but doing the same with just his fingers was also doable as long as he would do the actions with precise strength and control."The easy part is over. Now to the more difficult portion." Tristan whispered after ten minute or so of handling the upper body of his mother.His eyes wandered down south and saw the liquid ooze of a sweet smelling nectar due to the unconscious reaction of a woman's body under the relentless caress up
Lorette could easily perceive such a detestable flavor of death no matter where she arrived. It was a rampant occurrence after all in this land ruled by strength and influence.“What’s the matter, woman? Come on in and close the door behind you.” Lorette heard the summons of the cursed boy.Since she also had no say on the topic, she could only close her eyes and do what was expected of her once more.“BANG!” the sealed doorways seemed like a thundering boom on her ears. Lorette would have spilled her guts on the floors if not for the extreme fear that held her down on her spot.“HAH!”