The First Legendary Beast Master novel Chapter 957



Chapter 957 Banar Farms

Karl changed into his best black suit and opened a portal and stepped through to appear beside a group of Trollish farmers.

The trolls stopped what they were doing when the black striped Cat Demon in a suit appeared beside their effort to open the canals, which had been unused for most of a year, and had filled with blown sand in a number of spots.

"Good evening. Would you mind answering a few questions for me? I will trade you a boon for answers." Karl offered.

The Trolls smiled, well aware of the tricks of the Cat Demons.

"We will answer what we want. Ask your questions." The oldest of them asked. "When the storm was raging, were there patches of green fire?" Karl began. "Curse fire? Yes, all along the edge of the storm, like a wall. It raged for half an hour, then faded." The Troll Elder agreed.

"Were there any patches outside the storm?"

The Troll nodded. "The fire ran up the canals when they began to flood. Even the city moat filled with fire, but our Shamans broke the curse."

He was obviously proud of the accomplishment, and for good reason.

The curse had gone unnoticed for years, and only the massive storm had revealed it. So, the fact that they had managed to break it so quickly after it was revealed was a huge thing. The Shamans in Barukth had waited until the curse fires were nearly out to even start trying to break it.

But they were also getting drenched the second that they stepped outside, so the reluctance was understandable.

"Excellent. If the drought curse was broken, half the work is already done."

[Rae, you can go hunt spies now, if you think you'll find them.]

Rae laughed and activated [Night Haunter] then raced off to the city, where Karl saw her easily vault the city walls, with the guards oblivious to her presence.

"Those are all my questions. Now, I offer you a choice of boons. Do you want me to flood the canals you have recently cleared? Or do you want a trinket to fill your drinking water barrels at home?" Karl offered.

The old Troll smiled, and a steady stream of water poured from his hand.

"This old Shaman can still make enough water for drinking. Please flood the canals that we have opened, starting from that point."

The troll pointed to a spot a hundred metres away, so Karl jogged over, fast enough that the Trolls hardly saw him move.

A controlled casting of [Thousand Year Flood] pointed from the closed gate where he had been directed to start, then toward the city, caused a raging torrent of water to enter the canals. Canals that Karl quickly realized were actually lined with stone, and exquisitely fitted by generations of Dwarves.

That interlocking stone couldn't be anyone else's handiwork.