A week passed without any incidents. Slowly, the tribe’s trust in Adrian, no, Milka, increased gradually, primarily after he received another promotion within days of joining Ahuli’s special squad and was made its second-in-command.
Unfortunately, Ski, the forr second-in-command, died during a hunting trip that Milka participated in. No one knew why Ski’s Direwolf suddenly tore into its owner and threw him down a cliff.
Tribals argued that so spirit must have taken control of the wolf and killed Ski for cris of his past life. They weren’t entirely wrong. Ski’s wolf had been possessed, not by a spirit but by staring into soone’s vengeful eyes.
It was a tragedy, but the tribe could only bla fate and move on. Everything got normal within the tribe without any problems with the slaves.
The new slaves had settled nicely. With their abilities sealed and inventory emptied, they couldn’t have done anything, even if the heroes wanted to.
Strangely enough, when it was ti for Milka’s slaves to be marked, he lashed out as soon as the shaman touched them. Milka nearly killed the shaman for touching ’his won’.
The complaint reached Ahuli, but he rely smiled before dismissing the case. In his eyes, Milka was just acting possessive of what he owned and found the reaction amusing.
If Milka didn’t want anyone else touching his slaves, then he would be allowed to mark them on his own. Milka thanked the chieftain before he and his slaves walked out and got marked by him.
There were days when Milka didn’t appear before anyone. But when he did, there were love marks all over him. While the tribesn wore tattoos to symbolise their pride and honour, Adrian wore love bites all over his body.
In reality, those were the days when Adrian had to undo his [Mimic] skill as being in a constant transformation had begun causing a strain on his mana core. As for the love bites, those were nothing but cover for what he could be doing during those days.
While the girls were more than happy to lend him a hand, Adrian imdiately dismissed the thought and used the [Mimic] skill to create the marks, much to their disappointnt.
But others didn’t know that.
Vincent had seen Adrian walking around like that, with Sophia and Alia at toe, and he lost his temper whenever he did. The lowly human was living the life that was supposed to be his and had no remorse on his face.
Vincent felt powerless without his abilities. All he could do was glare angrily at Adrian. Ti seed to be working against him, but he knew one thing about ti—it can change. And when it did, he would make Adrian’s life a living hell.
Vincent was working in the enclosure, giving one of the Tiaks a bath, when Adrian entered the place to greet Fenris. The girls were with him as usual, and looking at them, it didn’t seem they were having a tough ti like the rest of them.
Lost in his thoughts, Vincent failed to notice the tribesman approaching until it was too late. With a swift kick, the tribesman brought him back to reality, but the sudden kick caused him to stumble.
He barely managed to get a grip when Vincent stumbled again, this ti tripped up by Tiak himself. As he fell, ti seed to slow, and Vincent found himself falling towards a pit of tiak poop. Within monts, he was covered in the foul-slling ss.
Sophia, Alia, and Adrian watched from a distance, barely able to contain their laughter at the sight before them. Vincent erged from the pit, covered head to toe in poop. His expression was a poop-filled mixture of frustration and embarrassnt.
Despite his discomfort, Vincent couldn’t help but notice their gaze on him. He knew they were struggling to hide their laugh, making him even more furious. With a glare, he attempted to wipe away the ss but only succeeded in spreading it further.
"Let’s go," Adrian shook his head, leaving Vincent to deal with the shit that had beco one with his face.
"Adrian," Sophia whispered, her voice barely audible. "I hope it’s okay if I ask... What’s the plan? We’ve got to free the other heroes, but... how do we even start?"
"Yeah," Alia added, her tone worried. "It’s been a week already. I don’t know how much more they can take of this."
Adrian chuckled, "The others have been living this life for months, and they can’t handle it for a week? What kind of weak-ass heroes did you lot beco after I left?"
Adrian was joking, but his words had an undesirable effect. He noticed it and apologised, but deep down, he knew he ant what he said.
Ever since ’dying,’ he had experienced many complicated scenarios, and living with the tribe wasn’t the worst of them. He couldn’t believe soone like Vincent was already complaining about it.
’It’s not like I haven’t been trying...’ Adrian sighed inwardly.
Unbeknownst to the girls, Adrian had been looking for ways to contact A’Mila and set a plan. But before that, he needed to find a way to nullify the seal on the heroes to return their powers.
’Thankfully, I put fake seals on Alia and Sophia, but I don’t think they’d be much use if my plan was exposed,’ Adrian thought. ’We need more power, and unsealing the heroes should cause enough chaos to keep the tribe busy till A’Mila arrives with the rest of the Banurs.’
Unfortunately, Adrian didn’t know of any thods to unseal them. Even his [Analysis] skill was proved useless. Just then, Adrian saw Ahuli and Skaha busy caring for the Mammoroth and Sully, and an idea struck him.
If anyone in the tribe knew about the unsealing thods, it had to be Skaha. It could be a rune or sothing similar. But it was unlikely he would carry such an important thing with himself.
Thankfully, it was the perfect ti to check his ho, which was quite close to Adrian’s new living quarters.
"It looks like luck’s on our side. Co on, let’s go."
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