Since he wanted to find a way back home and at the same time hunt for the world’s truths along the way, Tristan found an apt nickname for himself.
“You can address me as Daoist Seeker. Well met, Fellow Daoists.”
“We are also glad to make your acquaintance, Daoist Seeker!” Overlord Chou replied warmly.
Even if only his voice was heard and none of his visual persona was seen, anyone could recognize the mirth in his words.
This was a man who loved to play it safe. If he could, he would avoid fighting a difficult adversary out in the open so as not to risk getting blown up to cinders by heaven's wrath
Lorette remained as the bait of sorts for the intimidating boy and she could only sigh at her fate.“What is it, Lorette?” a voice answered her call.“Good afternoon, Master Tristan! Your father is here and he wants to see you and your mother.” Lorette delivered the news.It has been 3 hours past high noon already and the boy has yet to come out from the room. Was he doing some immoral things again to his mom? She asked herself.“Tell him to wait for us, Lorette. My mom and I will be there shortly.” Tristan replied.&l
"Why's the fault always on me, mom? It's Master Joseph who says such things and promises all these gifts without asking for anything in return. Maybe he's just that great of a person.A true blessing to all people, rich and poor alike!”Tristan laughed happily which aroused the ire of his mom even further. There was no such thing as free milk in this world.Maybe, somewhere in these lands such a utopian haven existed but Sarah was sure that those places only belong to the powerful and the able as per nature’s way of doing things. Like always.She sighed and in the end, had no recourse but to let go of her frustrati
"Oh? This?" Tristan commented calmly. Of course he was the calmest among the lot of souls around him. Since he had regained a fraction of his former power then secrecy was no longer a concern for him."A worthless trick I've learned just recently." Tristan continued as he floated towards the center of the room.His broken form took the largest seat and he was akin to a god that was only praised and adored in the invisible realms of belief.But there he was, standing before many and the effect of this kind of sorcery made most if not all, to repeatedly blinked their eyes in shock. The Caister Weasels froze to the last man and woman.
A pause later then a multitude of rampaging drum chests resounded to return the bellow of their leader."THANK YOU FOR YOUR GIFTS AND BENEVOLENCE, MASTER TRISTAN!!!" Tristan heard the loud relentless chants on his back and he could not help but smile at the gang's unexpected activity.Although the Caister Weasels were bad seeds and had done countless foul deeds inside the town before he arrived but that was not his business to meddle unto.He was not a savior nor an infallible god that knew no worries and aspirations of his own. Far from it, Tristan has only accumulated loads of them as he grew old with his dear old friend. Time.
Five breaths later, an open palm was scrutinized by the two adults. They were stunned at what they saw. In fact it was an understatement. Sarah and Warren were utterly dumbfounded."An ugly rock? Really?!" Sarah reacted in such an intensity that even her husband was caught off guard by the sudden outburst of her emotions.Warren had known Sarah all his life and she was the most level headed person he knew.To see her this way really denoted the fact that there was something pretty wrong with her or to that of his son, Tristan.He took this chance to properly inspect the odd item that was shown before them. A source of unspeaka
"Don't panic, father. Imagine yourself growing heavier and you'll drop right back in a flash. It will be a whole lot more effective if you could conjure a memory from your past."Tristan instructed towards the man in the sky."That's it?" Warren responded with what could pass as a terrified query in such a disturbing time of weakness.Up and above here, he was as defenseless as a newborn baby and the thought of being eaten alive fueled his rampant imaginations more with every second that passed by."Yep. As simple as that.” Tristan confirmed."Okay
"What's the matter, Lupin?" Warren asked. He was at the forefront while Sarah and Tristan were behind him, trailing in a carefree and relaxed manner.The friendly feud with his son stopped when he realized the futility of such actions 10 minutes ago. Thus, the rest of the trek ended up pretty amicable after that."W-e we have four casualties inside the village, Master Warren!" Lupin who led the group answered in a stutter."Only four?" Warren brows wrinkled.If it had been a stray beast who got lost and stumbled into this place, then four would not have been the likely number of deaths but was the count of survivors instead.
"Just be quick, Sarah. I'm burning inside to hold you so much as it is!" Warren sent a last message of longing.He stood up and reached for one of the three unopened bottles and began to roam his hands around its familiar shape.With a prize on hand, he returned to gaze at the cold source of light above him. Sitting by his own.The moon looked particularly beautiful in the night. Eternally still in blessing its guiding light towards both sinners and nobles alike.Although the question about the curious deaths continued to nag at Warren’s subconscious but that was nothing compared to the current lust he had for his wife r