Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1172

Chapter 1172 New Horizons Part 2

"Thanks for your hospitality and concern. My name is Nalrond of the Rezar tribe and I’m starving." He gave the man a small bow while looking at his Soul Projection.

It looked like a curled-up Dewan holding his head between his huge hands while sighing often, something that usually manifested in teenagers experiencing their first crush.

If not for his age, Nalrond would have thought that his guest had romantic problems.

"There’s no need to thank us. All Werepeople are family and you’ll be our honorable guest for as long as you need. My name is Kimo of the Dewan tribe. Please, follow me." The elder said.

Nalrond didn’t like how Kimo kept looking at him and his clothes nor did he appreciate the excessive kindness they had shown him.

’If a fully dressed Emperor Beas had crash-landed inside our cultivated fields, we would have chained and interrogated them before letting them roam the village. Sure, they don’t seem to be protecting a relic as powerful as Dawn, but they should know that just because someone manages to enter a Fringe doesn’t make them good people.

’Kimo’s Projection is usually related to a deep yearning for something or someone. I have a few ideas why they are being so friendly towards me and none is good.’ He thought.

The elder introduced Nalrond to his wife, Sephe. She was a kind-looking woman in her late sixties, about 1.6 meters (5’ 3") tall with greying blond hair streaked blue and hazel eyes. Her Souls Projection resembled a Dewan who looked around like a scared animal.

Sephe offered him a fruit platter and oatmeal which Nalrond’s stomach welcomed with enthusiasm. Between all the emotions and the long sleep, he didn’t eat for over a day.

"I’m sorry for prying in your personal business, but someone looking like a Tyrant came to the village earlier. He claimed to be your friend. Was he telling the truth or is the village in danger?" Kimo had a worried look on his face.

"Don’t worry about him. Morok is really an Emperor Beast and no one forced me to open the way into the Fringe. He accompanied me here to check if any more survivors from the Bright Day’s escape still lived in my old village."

Nalrond saw his hosts sighing in relief while their Projections now looked at him as if he was their long-lost son, making him feel bad for doubting their honesty.

"I’m really sorry for your loss, child. When our Fringe suddenly expanded, we thought that Mogar had finally answered our prayers, giving us the land that we needed for our growing tribe.

"Yet when we found all those charred ruins, we knew that something terrible must had happened so we looked far and wide for survivors, but we found none." Sephe said.

’Dammit, between my sour mood and Lith’s paranoia I’ve become a prick. If they met Morok, I can consider myself lucky he didn’t trigger a manhunt. Werepeople are naturally suspicious of strangers and they must have been afraid that my condition was due to captivity.

’Soul Projections cannot lie. The shadows above their heads mean honest relief for Morok’s presence and compassion for my tribe.’

"Then I’m not going to trouble you for much longer. I’ll make camp in the plains far from the village and once my companions are done with the Fringe, you have my word that we’ll never return nor disclose your position to anyone."

"As for the Emperor Beast, he managed to get inside by himself so you can rest assured that even Mogar trusts him." Nalrond didn’t like to lie, but he had no other choice. _{freewebnoveℓ.com}