Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3370

Chapter 3370 Rotting Corpse (Part 1)

"Because I was grieving the loss of my husband." Menadion sighed so deeply and looked so sad that even Vexal felt like a massive jerk.

The customers grumbled about his lack of tact yet they stood there, waiting for the rest of the story.

"He died at the hands of marauders shortly before Sal-, I mean, the Overlord reconnected Solus and me with our lost relatives. My sister is young and she deserved a better life than spending her days taking care of a crying mess so I sent her away.

"Don't get me wrong, thanks to the Gate in the barn, she often came back to visit me. Not coming here was my choice. I could not stand seeing Elina's happy family without my wounds reopening"

"I see!" Vexal nodded, not daring to ask more questions. "It's fifteen copper coins for everything. The cookies are on the house."

"Thank you. You are very kind." Menadion accepted the bag of cookies, taking one out and giving it a bite.

Making a widow pay would have been rude. Making a Verhen widow pay would have also been dumb.

The moment people saw Ripha eating her cookie with gusto and sharing the rest with Elina and Solus, the customers ordered cookies as if they were a life-saving medicine. Verhens make great publicity.' Vexal thought. 'Everyone who sees them eating my goods will rush here to buy the same things."

"Bram, more batches of those big cookies you made by mistake!" He yelled at the pastry chef in the back shop. "And we need to come up with a name! Something catchy."

In less than half an hour, the entire Lutia knew of Solus' sister and, of course, her appreciation for Vexal's cookies.

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Meanwhile, at Zekell Proudhammer's shop.

"Ho, ho, ho! Here's my Archmage warriors! How was the Desert this time?" Even though Aran and Leria were quite tall for their seven years of age, Zekell lifted them in his arms with ease.

He was older than Raaz and without Lith's treatments he carried his years much worse. Yet working in the smithy from a young age had given him wide shoulders and strong

arms.

"Sad." Aran replied. "Grandpa Valtak is dead."

"Dead?" Zekell was flabbergasted. "I thought Dragons were immortal."

"No, they are not." Leria cast her best diagnostic spell on her grandfather and so did

Aran. "They can die of old age. You are not old, right, Grandpa?"

"Of course not." Zekell lied through his teeth. "I still have over a century to live and I'm not going anywhere until you two make me a great-grandfather!"

"Eww! Grandpa!" The kids said in unison with a disgusted grimace that turned into an expression of relief as the diagnostic spells came back negative.

"What are those things?" Aran pointed at a rack filled with carefully crafted masks in the self-defense section of the shop.

"Those are my certified anti-undead Verhen masks." Zekell said with pride. "They sell like hot cakes."

He handed one to each kid. The masks had horns of the same size and in the same position as Lith's. They also had two colored lenses for the eyes and five more fake eyes of different colors with a vertical slitted pupil.

"Anti-undead how?" Leria asked. "There's no enchantment and they are nothing like Uncle Lith."

"You say that because it's afternoon and there's plenty of light." Zekell laughed. "Imagine you are a thief or an undead, in the middle of the night, looking inside a window in Lutia and you see this.

"Would you stop taking a second look or run for your life?"

"Run for my life." The kids admitted in unison. "Does it work?"

"According to the army office, yes." Zekell said. "Several people turned themselves in to have their life spared, believing Lith was chasing them. Some had... to retire from their criminal activity."