Supreme Magus novel Chapter 3571

Morok yelled at the two crying women with an angry voice. "I’m trying to celebrate my friend here and you’re spoiling our happy mood with your sob story!

"We all have a human girlfriend here and if I have to listen one more time about the gap in our lifespans, this party will turn into a gods-damn funeral!"

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Dryna and Zelima became pale as ghosts and their tears dried up the moment they realized all the Tavern’s patrons were staring at them. They had started discussing the Wyvern academy like everyone else, so they had never isolated themselves from the rest of the conversation.

"I’m so sorry." Zelima bowed left and right in apology, wishing Mogar would strike her down with a bolt of lightning. "I didn’t mean to disrupt your evening."

’Thank the gods he stopped me before I got to the babies part.’ She thought. ’Why didn’t someone intervene sooner?’

Because the discussion was heart-wrenching and the matter delicate. No one wanted to butt in while two people in love were having a moment, no matter how awkward listening to them was.

No one but Morok, of course.

"Don’t mention it, cook lady. Just don’t spit in my food once I place the order and we’re even." He said, making most of the patrons snort with laughter while Lith hid his face in his hands. "I’m sorry for you two. You look like a wonderful couple."

"Thank you." Dryna whined, wishing that dying of embarrassment was more than a figure of speech.

"You are welcome." Morok nodded. "By the way, if you want the easy way to longevity, cook lady, become an undead. Maybe a vampire. They look cool and in your line of work, you should have gotten used to dealing with blood."

"That’s a wonderful idea." It wasn’t but Zelima was in a rush to get away from the crowd. "I’m sorry, they are calling me from the kitchen. Have a nice meal."

"Children." Morok said with a sigh while waving the couple goodbye. "Always making drama."

"Do you realize that aside from me everyone at this table is close in age with those two, do you?" Protector said.

"I meant emotional maturity." Morok tutted. "I’ve made plenty of scenes in taverns all over the Kingdom, but at least I made people cry of laughter, not sadness. That stuff was heavy. My beer almost tastes bad now."

He gulped down the whole mug.

"Almost." He burped with relish.

"I agree on the last part." Lith sighed. "I mean, human Awakened live a thousand years at most whereas as a Divine Beast I might leave way longer and so will you guys. If Kami…"

He couldn’t finish the phrase and sought the comfort of the blonde ale in his beer mug.

"I guess I’m the only one who doesn’t have to worry about that." Nalrond shrugged. "I should live as long as Friya since she’s going to become Faluel’s Harbinger. That brings up a whole lot of different problems, though."

"I don’t know how long I will live, but I have to admit the thought of outliving Selia is scary." Protector stared at the full moon, his mind haunted by countless memories. "I don’t want to lose another mate."

"What do you mean, another?" Nalrond asked.

"You dog!" Morok punched Protector’s shoulder. "I mean wolf. Whatever you are. Are you telling us you have a harem hidden somewhere? That would explain why you’re always short of money and out of town!"