Supreme Magus novel Chapter 938

Chapter 938 Genius and Madness Part 2

"Before moving out, you should wear this." Manohar gave Balkor a Skinwalker armor and several clothes typical of the Kingdom to store within it, ranging from a noble’s attire to a street urchin’s raggedy overall.

"Neither of us can afford to be recognized nor we can waste time changing clothes every now and then. As the two most wanted men in the Griffon Kingdom, we need to be creative." He answered Balkor’s silent question.

"Do you need a ride?" Salaark asked.

"No, thanks. I’m going to make this quick." Manohar placed his hand on Balkor’s shoulder, shapeshifting both of them into a couple of young maidens that anyone who knew Tista would mistake for her relatives.

"What the fuck?" The god of death’s voice was now as feminine as it was full of horror.

"We need to lay low. Despite my disguises and tricks that damn Jirni Ernas almost caught me several times the last time I went for a few errands." Manohar took a red sphere out of his dimensional amulet.

"Maybe because they look for your trademark dickery and light constructs." Salaark laughed her ass off while looking at the two girls who moved with the grace of an elephant.

"That woman sure is annoying, but her husband crafts lots of great stuff. He gave me a few trinkets in exchange for my help in getting revenge for his daughter or something. I think you two would get along, always so full of teen angst. Passage for two." Manohar said to the sphere, ignoring Salaark.

The runes on the sphere rearranged themselves, locking onto the coordinates of Warp Gate in the city of Othre while creating a fake ID signal that would fool the Royal archives. Then, the sphere disassembled into several pieces that formed a circular Gate.

The moment the two "women" stepped through it, the gate imploded and the sphere turned into dust.

"Remarkable piece." Salaark tried and failed to salvage any information about the sphere’s crafting methods by using her Invigoration technique, Mother Sun, on its remains.

"Tyris, old friend, why does your Kingdom keep pissing off the wrong people? Whoever this Ernas guy is, I wouldn’t want him among my enemies." She whispered to the wind.

"That makes the two of us." The wind whispered back. Tyris was sick and tired of people who in the pursuit of their petty grudges and personal ambitions would put her life’s work at risk.

Meanwhile, in Othre, Manohar seductively smiled at the guards who let them go without asking them a question except for a date.

"Smile, you idiot." Manohar rebuked Balkor who had reacted to the men’s advances with hostility as if they had tried to murder him. "Tista, one of my students, taught me that if you’re pretty enough, you don’t need to ask to get what you want. You just need to smile."

"How can you find asking for help humiliating and yet have no issues doing this?" Balkor pointed in outrage at his now rosy skin and double D cup the moment they walked through the door of the army base.

"Hey, it’s not like I’m talking or acting any different than I normally would. I’ve never cared for appearances and I can’t be blamed if people are so shallow that a perky bosom is all that it takes to shut their brains off." Manohar said.

"The only real question here is if we want to attack during the day or the night."

"The Black Night becomes stronger after sunset and so do her undead. I’d say we should move as soon as possible." Balkor said.