Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1565

Chapter 1565 - Awakened Madness (Part 1)

"Their lack of intelligence and the massive amount of resources that Trouble and Raptor would require makes a mere golem unfit for the task. Isn't there any solution, Grandma?" Lith asked.

"There is, but I'm not going to share it with you unless you become part of my nest." She said with a huge smile on her face. "I'm lovely and generous, not stupid."

Salaark ruffled his hair before going back to her paperwork.

'What if she's referring to the memory function of the crystals?' Solus pondered. 'We have seen from the Orc shaman's crystal and the Spell Hoarding Cube that they can retain a certain degree of knowledge and even a shade of will.'

"Grandma, does studying this crystal help me in my project?" Lith made the Orc's violet gemstone appear in the middle of the room, showing the Guardian the Master's tracking device and all the notes they had collected up to that point.

"Gods, this Master fellow is truly outstanding…" She said after learning everything about the crystal in the space of a single breath of Mother Sun. "Since I'll use the knowledge that I've just acquired for my own golems, I can tell you that the answer to your question is yes."

"Thanks, Grandma." Lith hugged Salaark, feeling as if he had really found a kindred soul.

Sure, she had just benefitted from his months of hard work and had chosen to retain key elements of his research, but she had also saved Tista's life and bestowed upon him the possibility to upgrade all of his creations.

Now there was no time like the present for him. Lith had no need to wait to reach a powerful core for his craftings, allowing him to gain experience as no other Forgemaster ever could.

Yet he didn't feel like abandoning Tista. He and Solus wore Menadion's Eyes and researched the Orc Crystal again, trying to catch a glimpse of what the god of Forgemastering had already mastered.

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Golden Griffon academy, at the same time.

Thrud Griffon had taken her time before Awakening. The Mad Queen's first priority had been to make sure that baby Valeron was alright and to do her best to make Jormun's stay comfortable.

The time that the Emerald Dragon had spent together with his father and his innate draconic mental fortitude had allowed Jormun to partially recover from the trauma of his enslavement.

Yet he was still far from okay. Jormun still looked at the academy in fear and at her with disgust, as if either of them could attack him at any time. The only moment when his tortured soul found peace was while he held the baby in his arms.

Also, he had demanded her to call him only with his real name instead of his slave name, Jakra. It was linked to his long captivity inside the Golden Griffon and to the time when she had unwittingly manipulated him like a puppet.

To give Jormun his space, Thrud had made their rooms communicating, keeping Valeron in the middle so that his father might visit him at any time without having to bear her presence.

Also, she had spent that time revising all of her notes about breathing techniques. By studying the dozens of bloodline legacies that she had stolen, Thrud had understood how each species had sought for the way that best suited their peculiar nature.