Priam felt the difference in atmosphere as soon as he crossed the border. Technically, there was no real separation between the woods and the Earl's courtyard. The trees grew progressively taller, and the aether in the air beca more concentrated.
Yet Priam could have felt the difference with his eyes closed. His instincts told him that he was in the territory of a predator and being watched.
The change in atmosphere could, of course, be linked to a particular resource such as Spring. But most annoying of all was the mist, which seed to keep its distance. Like a stranger, his friend refused to speak to him, and he knew he couldn't ride it. It reminded him of a specific mory: his fight with Sphinx. There too, he had been prevented from riding the mist. The sensation was extrely unpleasant, and he felt part of his freedom had been taken away.
In this grove, his control over the mist had greatly diminished. Only the fog within a ten-ter radius was still sending him information - reluctantly.
The phenonon could have several explanations, but Priam was convinced he was in a Domain. An imnse Domain, belonging to a being capable of manipulating mist over hundreds of ters. It was unlikely to be the work of the Earl. He was undoubtedly powerful, but Priam refused to believe he could be much superior to Sphinx. Even the Lord of the Do's domain covered only two ters around her.
Walking alongside Blueberry, Priam theorized that the Earl had placed his court here for a reason. There was a potentially intelligent resource here, endowed with terrifying power. The Jubokko, Blueberry spoke of?
As he walked, Priam rembered one of the rits that interested him most.
Trees of rit
Each new Title opens a new Tree of rit and allows you to upgrade a Tree of rit once.
Upgrading a Tree of rit to Tier 9 uses 10 Titles and thus condemns 9 other Trees. Be careful which trees you upgrade...
[Moon Viscount] - Tier 3: The mist protects you. You're not alone, Mistchild
7 Unused rit Points.
By upgrading his Title to Viscount, Priam had finally unlocked the rest of the Tree of rit. This one suited him, and he validated it without modifying it. Instantly, he felt the mist around him beco friendly again. He was still unable to ride the mist over long distances, but within a zone of about three ters around him, he was its master. I suppose it's better than nothing...
[Moon Viscount] - Tier 3: ACQUIRED.
[Moon Viscount] - Tier 4: Locked. Requires a Gold Title.
6 Unused rit Points.
Priam took one last look at his rits and decided to choose them after seeing the Earl. With his new Titles, he had the opportunity to improve many of them. The question now was what he should prioritize...
Blueberry turned to glance behind him, prompting Priam to concentrate. The two companions had walked several hundred ters through the courtyard, taking detours, crossing suspension bridges, and passing under colossal tree roots. They now found themselves among nurous animals. Dogs, cats, pigs, horses, cows, and exotic animals were walking fast. With a glance, Priam knew that all the animals were wild.
Where Blueberry moved gracefully, stood up straight, and radiated pride, the animals that crossed their path were hunched over and focused on their task. They pushed bundles or carried resources - usually at or vegetables - walking with their heads down. Suddenly, Priam understood. The Earl didn't co from a human society. These animals weren't just an army destined to fight Anatole's Abominations. They were slaves!
The signs were all there. None of them looked at Priam or Blueberry, and all hurriedly moved aside as they passed. Seeing the at being transported, Priam wondered if they weren't regularly sacrificed to feed the Earl's officers.
"I see these animals don't have many rights," he said, wincing in pain. Talking with a punctured lung was not a pleasant experience.
Blueberry growled. "They're beasts. The law of nature remains in force. Those who deserve it will gain intelligence and can then be accepted into our ranks. For the rest... They're food on legs. If I didn't have to take you to the Earl, I'd have bitten one already."
The bear turned back to Priam. "But I think, as a human, you're in no position to talk about animal cruelty, right?"
Priam hesitated for a mont. "Indeed, so factories didn't respect animals, but that wasn't the case with most farrs. So really loved their animals and treated them well."
The bear snarled. "Who knows if there are good reasons to kill? Not , anyway. I was a wild bear, and frankly, I don't care. Whether you like animals or not, it makes no difference to . A wild animal does what it has to do to survive. Now hurry up, I'm hungry," Blueberry finished and started walking again.
Priam looked up at the Viscount. If this were the subordinate's way of thinking, it would certainly be the master's. The Earl was an intelligent animal with little respect for the life of his fellow man - or animal. Priam intended to keep this in mind during their discussion. If I don't show my usefulness, there's a good chance he'll try to kill ...
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