Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1200

Chapter 1200 Peace of Mind Part 2

Oddly, the spell found nothing wrong with Narlond’s health. Aside from being hungry and tired, the Rezar appeared to be completely fine.

"Maybe it’s because you ate my lunch, you made me wish to blow my own eardrums, and then you used my clothes as a towel. Again!" Nalrond’s voice was a low snarl.

"What a crybaby. Unlike you, I didn’t spend the whole morning sitting on my ass. I was hungry and that soup hit the spot just nicely. I’ll cook you up something delicious in a jiffy." Morok replied.

"Gods, no! I’d rather drink a nutrients potion." Nalrond whined.

"As for the lack of towels, it’s not my fault if we have to say here for so long and I didn’t pack enough. Besides, after a shower, I’m as clean as a baby so no harm no foul. You can still wear your clothes after drying them a bit."

Morok showed Nalrond a crumpled shirt with several water stains and several hairs. Some long and straight while others suspiciously short and curly.

"See? It’s as good as new."

Nalrond groaned, wondering if darkness magic would suffice or if only by cleansing the shirt with fire could such evil be destroyed.

Later, that afternoon, Quylla and Morok went back to the cave and double-checked everything before starting the second attempt at communing with Mogar. This time, all the magic circles had been drawn with Quylla’s method and glowed with an emerald light.

"Are you sure you don’t want Friya to be here as well? If you end up like Nalrond, I might not be able to save you on my own." Quylla asked.

On the one hand, she wanted to try the ritual just to see Mogar with her own eyes and learn what the planet thought about her. On the other hand, just looking at her own Soul Projection made Quylla doubt she would survive the experience.

"Don’t worry, I’m not going to take unnecessary risks. The moment I understand I’m not up to the task, I’m going to get out of there. I just want to understand how much of the ritual depends on Mogar and how much on the mage."

Morok sat cross-legged in the middle of the formation, to shield his mind from external influences.

"Why are you doing this? You’ve got nothing to gain from asking questions for others." Quylla said.

"Because if I’m right about the nature of the ritual, I’ll learn a lot about myself anyway." Morok said, leaving her flabbergasted.

She had expected some cheesy pick-up line or a heroic speech intended to be a pick-up line, not an answer that actually made sense.

Morok then went over his strategy with her for the last time before closing his eyes and opening his mind.

The mindscape was exactly as Nalrond had described it. A white empty space with only two people: Morok and Mogar.

The former was dressed in his old Ranger uniform and even had the Baby Fangs hung to his hips instead of the weapons that Ajatar had crafted for him. Morok had his human appearance, which surprised Mogar quite a bit.

"Don’t you think you’re trying a bit too hard for someone you know so little?" She said while waving at her body that looked exactly like Quylla.

The only difference with the original was the hair streaked with all the six colors of the elements rather than just silver. _{freewebnøvel.coɱ}