When the sun rose and the soldiers broke camp, Juri did his best to pretend like he hadn't heard anything in the previous night that made him hold so suspicions and perhaps even doubts.
I'm not sure what the man is thinking, nervously tossing glances at Anselm and I, but I know he's thinking sothing.
It would have been strange if he didn't hear anything or see anything, in fact, with the way so of these soldiers look away from my gaze, I'd bet that quite a few must have heard sothing out of their minds last night.
But fortunately for , this is the least of my worries or even my concern. Juri and a few soldiers may have seen and heard Anselm and I talking to a giant Wolf made up of grasses, talking about Gods and so strange Mark.
If this were to spread across the many ears of Aste I think it's only do good, and do the soldiers good as well. To know that their Mayor consorts with such powerful beings must surely be a morale boost when you're about to go to war with the rest of the Kingdom.
Leaving potential rumours aside, I notice the terrible growing hunger I felt before baiting Lotar to reveal itself has now subsidedseverely.
I think perhaps the Wolf Deity has finally kept up on its word and tweaked down the Hunger. If it has, then I'm thankful. I was planning on spending only a single day in Dem, both searching for Red and Quen as well as delivering my demands to the Mayor.
Obviously not sothing I can delegate so easily at the mont, but with the reduced hunger, I've been given so ti before the Gamma at Frozia needs to die.
Though, the Wolf left with more questions than answer. Like the fact that Phien was supposedly a human turn Deity.
So, all this ti another human has been after my head? And here I thought he was special.
I wonder, did he have the Mark of All as well? Like the previous Necromancer and I? Buthe's not a Necromancer, or was he?
Arggh!
I can't be sure if what you choose to practice defines what kind of Deity you'll be. My predecessor set foot on this continent not too many centuries ago, and she ca as a Necromancer as have I.
Well, given the fact that I personally chose Necromancy as the school of magic to practice I'd say the System doesn't necessarily force you to beco a God of Necromancy.
At the sa ti, I'm very confused about Phien. What sort of magic would he have practiced while he was human? What type of magic would he have chosen had the System given him a choice like it did ?
This line of thought only brings up more pressing questions, questions likeare all of us, Phien, the previous Necromancer and I, were we all thrown into this world like I was? Are we from the sa world?
What if we are?
Arggh!
It's nearly mid-noon now, Juri says we're close but it hasn't rained in a few days and the Sun is scalding, not quite sure how much more I can take with my head manufacturing theory after theory.
I really need a lesson in this World. Maybe I should find a library or sothing. No, I don't have the ti for that, not a second to waste; Serue is out there, preparing just as I am to co back and take what I have stolen from him.
I can see the outline of the Forest in the distance, long, sturdy trees with birds flying above the tops.
"See that on the horizon?" Juri speaks, so level of excitent and relief in his voice, "That's the forest, it's another day from here, but that just ans we'll be stumbling up on Dem soon."
"That's a relief. My butt hurts." As lovely as it is to gallop like so knight rushing in to save a princess, the aftermath of such fantasies is my butt hurting trendously.
"Ah, we shall make haste then, my Lord."
Lord. A title I haven't been called in a while, Juri has taken to calling by it ever since morn. He's applied the sa title to Anselm as well, I wonder if he knows Anselm is dead.
Probably not.
Just as Juri had said, we only have to travel for a few more hours before coming up on lights in the distance. The scalding sun had begun to set, in a few more hours it will eb entirely behind the horizon.
We're not the only ones who see sothing however, the lights that clutter the non-descript settlent ahead see us as well, I'm not quite sure how but they know quite soon to send out riders.
They confront us at the base of the hill, where their horses huff and breath from the long galloping ride here.
Looking down at them from the top of the hill it's easy to see major differences between them and Juri and the soldiers.
All three of them are fitted in light armour, with a small steel, albeit battered breastplate covering their chests. They're ard with the classics, swords and a crossbow.
From rely looking at their scouts I'd say Dem has more than enough armour and weapons, although, the strain of their battle with the monsters is imdiately evident by the state of their weapons.
These scouts are much unlike my n who are nearly all covered in heavy, enchanted armour with clean and maintained weapon sets. I'd say I still have the upper hand.
"Who are you!" One of the three hollers, a young man by the sound of his booming voice, "State your business!"
Another speaks, "If you're trying to get on the other side of this forest you might want to take another route, you ought to know this place is infested anyway, aren't you lot a rcenary army?"
The last one shushes the other, eyes trained on us.
I smile and move my horse forward a bit, "I am the Mayor of Aste and I'm he-"
I don't get a chance to finish speaking as in a blinking instant, their weapons are drawn and pointed accusingly at .
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