Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3513

’She still believes in me more than I do if she thinks I can overcome the bottleneck of the bright blue and achieve the violet. I guess Mother was right about one thing. I’m a failure of a son. I wonder why it took me so long to realize it.

’Maybe I could reach the violet if I kept trying, but what’s the point? I will never regain all the treasures I’ve lost and I’m too tired to start over.’ Jorl spent his day in alcohol-induced inebriation which along with his tantrums made him hard to miss.

All Awakened establishments refused to host him. They accepted his patronage only under the condition he took his order to go.

Jorl was trapped in a never-ending cycle of odd jobs to buy himself Red Dragon and drinking himself to sleep until he was out of alcohol. A small valley in-between mountains had become his home in the Gorgon Empire.

It was isolated enough for him not to disturb anyone with his snoring and fits of rage. Also, a simple earth spell in the morning fixed the damage he caused to the environment during his intoxicated nights.

Orpal had studied Jorl from a distance for a while but even though the Griffon was no match for him, the Undead King still sent one of his shapeshifted minions to deal with him.

’With my luck, Jorl might receive a visit from his siblings while we are talking and all my plans would be ruined.’ Meln grumbled inwardly.

The Upyr took Orpal’s appearance and a full set of equipment made of Night’s dark-red crystals. The foolish Naga had accepted Meln’s prism, hungry for the power of the Guardians, and paid for it with his mind.

While making his pitch, Orpal always left out the part about his ability to overwrite the will of his Chosen and detonate their prism any time he wanted. He had been betrayed too many times to trust someone and gave out prisms only to have spare bodies.

"Good evening, Jorl the Storm Griffon. Don’t be afraid, I’m here only to talk." Orpal said while walking inside the valley’s area illuminated by Jorl’s fire spell. "I bring you food and drinks."

The last word earned him the Griffon’s undivided attention.

"Come close to the fire, friend." Jorl replied. "At this point, I don’t care what your intentions are. Heck, if the alcohol you have there is good, I’ll let you kill me without a fuss. Dying at the hand of someone as famous as you would be the highlight of my miserable existence."

A wave of the Griffon’s hand conjured a jagged stone throne that resembled a torture device for his guest. To Jorl’s drunken eyes, however, it looked stylish and comfortable.

"You know me?" Orpal said in surprise while fixing the throne with chore magic.

Not only because of Jorl’s apparent calm but also because those were the kindest words he had been addressed with in a very long while.

"Of course." Jorl smiled, making Orpal’s chest swell with pride. "Who doesn’t know the name of Poopie, the Incontinent King? I’ll be honest with you, brother. Even in my darkest hour, it brought me relief knowing there was someone on Mogar who was more hated by his parents than me.

"I don’t know how you could bear for so long to carry such a name. In your shoes, I would have changed it as soon as I could."

"That’s not my real name!" Orpal snarled, feeling his pride deflate like a popped balloon. "That’s how my enemies call me to mock me! I was born Orpal of Lutia and renamed myself Meln Narchat after my parents disowned me."

"Really?" Jorl’s eyes wandered aimlessly around his guest, incapable of focusing on a single point. "That’s not what it says here."