Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1199

Chapter 1199 Peace of Mind Part 1

"What do you think about my idea?" Friya asked after explaining to Quylla her latest creation.

"That you are too obsessed with dimensional magic. You should try something less complicated like Battle Mage spells."

"Those are easy to master. They require two elements at most and there’s plenty of literature about them already whereas I make more progress here in an hour than after a month of practice in the outside world.

"I can’t waste this opportunity to reinvent the wheel when I can create something never seen before instead." Friya replied.

"Hey, Quylla, nice to see you." Morok was drenched in sweat as well.

He had a grimoire filled with his unfinished homework and the projects that he was supposed to help his master, Ajatar the Drake, with. Morok intended to exploit the Fringe to cheat his way to the correct answers and then rub his "genius" in Ajatar’s face.

"I’m almost done preparing the new set of mana circles. Just a few more, some rest and I’ll be ready to have a chat with our grumpy planet. By the way, if both of you are here, who’s keeping an eye on Nalrond?"

"I thought you called me here because Morok had started his shift!" Quylla said.

"I called you here because I’ve seen Morok Warp away several minutes ago. I assumed he had returned home." Friya said.

"I need privacy while taking a dump." He explained.

"It’s nice to see that you’re doing better." Kimo, the Dewan elder, said while stepping inside the house once his Emperor Beast assured him that no one would bother them.

’So much for not leaving me alone.’ Nalrond inwardly groaned.

"Thank you for your kindness, elder. I underestimated the dangers of Mogar’s mind and paid the price. The silver lining is that I learned a lot from my failure and the next time I’ll do much better." Nalrond actually said.

He tried to stand up to properly greet his unwanted guest, but Kimo pushed him down to make him rest.

Even though he didn’t like them, Nalrond needed to keep up with the appearances because he couldn’t afford to anger the Dewan tribe.

They were his hosts and just by accepting humans among their fold, the Dewans showed him great kindness. Without the girls, Nalrond knew that he would be already dead and if the Dewan kicked the others out, he might as well leave the Fringe.

"The next time? I’m glad to hear that you are not going to let a single failure stop you and that you recognize your mistakes because I came here to offer you my help." Kimo said.

"How, exactly?" Nalrond asked.

"I’m not going to lie to you. I don’t know how it was for your people, but we have long given up on asking Mogar’s advice. Too many talented youths like you and old coots like me have died in the futile attempt to make this indifferent world see reason." Kimo sighed deeply while slouching his usually straight back.