342. The Journey Out V
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“We should continue our journey,” Jurot said. “There will be fewer skeletons now, so the villagers will do well by themselves.”
“Jurot, I can’t believe you’d betray like this twice,” Adam said. “First the promise, and now this?”
Jurot stared at Adam. “How did I betray you?”
“You said fewer.”
“Yes?”
Adam looked away. “I’m going to tell Lanarot you keep bullying .”
Jurot continued to stare at Adam, wondering if he was joking.
The group gathered together, and Adam wondered if he could take so bones. “How much will it cost for these bones?”
“You would buy the bones?” Jurot asked, surprised.
“Sure, why not?”
“They are the bones of the villager’s dead.”
“I thought that…” Adam stopped to think. ‘Hold on.’ “Right. Most of the skeletons this ti were humanoid, but last ti they were animals.”
“It was a Great Twilight,” Jurot explained.
“Oh,” Adam said, nodding his head. He didn’t know what a Great Twilight really was, but he was slowly forming an idea in his head.
The group then said their goodbyes to the Iyrn and the Chief.
“Aren’t we ant to pay you a gold?” Adam asked.
“Why are you ntioning such a thing now?” rl laughed, before grabbing his forearms. “Have a safe journey, mister Half Elf.”
“Please, it’s Adam, Chief.”
rl smiled, squeezing his forearm. “We will accept your coin once you return safely from your journeys.”
“Alright.” Adam nodded, a smile plastered across his face.
They waved their goodbyes to the villagers, who waved at them as they left.
“Helping people really does fill the soul, doesn’t it?” Adam said, stepping proudly as they made their way.
‘You didn’t even fight,’ Brittany thought, but she didn’t dare to say that. ‘I guess you did use so Fireballs to help, and you fought that giant bone snake…’
It was early evening when they ca across the village, watching as the villagers moved the bones to the side.
“Hmm?” Adam said, looking to the familiar sight of an Iyrman. No, not an Iyrman. “What are you doing here?”
“Why can I not be here?” Ashmir asked.
“I didn’t an it like that,” Adam said, reaching for his forearm. “I just ant, aren’t you ant to be in the Iyr to have a bunch of children?”
“Even in this age I am still virile,” Ashmir said.
Adam suddenly regretted making the joke. “Right.” He noticed a handful of other Iyrn, including a teen whose tattoo seed familiar, but he couldn’t quite place it. Beside him was another young teen, about his age, who looked similar, with the sa tattoo on her forehead.
They carried with them an axe too, so Adam nodded his head towards them, feeling so sense of kinship from their mutual weapons. The young teen narrowed her eyes at the Half Elf, and dragged the boy away with her.
‘It’s not surprising any more,’ Adam thought.
Adam handed the Chief a gem and a gold piece, and though they tried to refuse, Adam smiled at them innocently, and refused to take the gold back.
“Did you co here to help in order to stretch your muscles?” Adam asked Ashmir.
“Yes. I was becoming uncomfortable in the Iyr, resting all that ti.”
“Yeah, I get that. I miss my little sister, but I can’t be useless. I need to go out and help people, and make money to shower her in gifts.”
“Are you always thinking of your sister?” Ashmir asked.
“Not all the ti,” Adam said. “An appropriate amount of ti, which is most of the ti. I can’t think when I sleep.”
Ashmir just sighed. “Your brother is quite special,” he said to Jurot.
“Yes.”
“Stop bullying ,” Adam grumbled.
They spent the evening in the village, partaking in the village festivities.
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“What are you doing here?” Adam asked.
It was late evening, the group having travelled without much issue towards the next village.
“Why can’t I be here?” Strom asked.
“Aren’t you ant to be enjoying yourself in the Iyr?”
“I wanted to have so fun fighting these Undead,” Strom replied, simply.
“You need to look after your health!” Adam wagged his finger at Strom, nannying the old man.
“I’m not that old,” Strom replied.
“Then you’re young enough for a good beating,” Adam warned, before patting the old man’s back gently.
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He went off to get Strom so soup, noting how Strom had beco thinner than before.
“How embarrassing,” Strom said, looking to Jurot and the others. There were no Iyrn in this village, and the villagers remained quite so ways away from Strom. Their eyes held such a great reverence for him, it was as though they were looking at a God.
Jurot sensed as though he had missed quite a sight, and the other Iyrn felt it too. They wondered just how strong Strom was, even in his weakened state.
The villagers watched as Adam brought the old man so soup, and sat beside him to chat.
‘He’s talking so casually to that old monster?’
‘Shouldn’t we stop him?’
‘You think he’s controlling that old man?’
‘How can he do sothing like that?’
‘He’s an Elf.’
‘He is an Elf…’
The villagers wondered if Adam knew what Strom was truly like. Right now, Strom seed to be just a docile old man, but they had seen him when the Undead had co. Most of the bones had been burnt, and barely a handful of them had managed to engage the Undead.
“Excuse ,” a villager said, once Adam was out of sight, and what they thought to be, out of earshot. She was a young woman, in her mid twenties or so.
“Yes?”
“That old man, is he an Iyrman?”
“I don’t think so.”
“I thought, because of the tattoo.”
Adam shrugged. “I know he’s a friend of one of the Great Elders, and that he’s pretty powerful.”
“Are there even Iyrn who are more powerful than him?”
Adam thought deeply. “Probably.”
Jurot was going to speak up, since it wasn’t good for Iyrn to lie, but Adam wasn’t an Iyrman, and Jurot wasn’t sure if he was lying. Strom had given up his Spark, so though he may still be powerful, it may be true that so Iyrn may be more powerful than him now.
“How strong do you think Strom is?” Adam asked over their evening al, and only after Strom had excused himself to drink on a rooftop.
“Strong,” Jurot said, with a level of gravitas.
Adam sipped his soup, looking up at the old man. “Yeah.”
Nobby thought. He thought lightly, not wanting to strain his mind. He was strong. Adam was stronger. The Iyrn were stronger than stronger. Then there was Strom, who may have been stronger than stronger than stronger.
Brittany, too, thought about this matter. Her sense of scale was also skewed, as she had only known Adam, and had seen his rapid growth, but hadn’t gained a sense of how rapid it truly was. However, she had known Adam for quite so ti, but she wasn’t strong yet.
‘Is he keeping weak on purpose?’ Brittany thought. There were tis when she thought Adam had made passes at her, wanting her for her body. However, after seeing how much ti he spent with his sister, she realised he didn’t think about those sorts of things.
Was she still weak? Compared to before, she certainly had grown stronger. She could find the weak points on her enemies easier, and she could also use a variety of weapons. Her steps were much softer now, too.
It still hadn’t been a year, but she was hoping they’d explore the land further. ‘Patience.’ It was what Jonn and Kitool would always tell her, but she still wished for more.
“Vonda,” Adam called. “We’ll spend a few days here and then…”
The pair shared a look between one another, and both nodded.
Strom wondered what it was, but he decided not to get involved. They’d co back and tell him the story so ti later that year. If they didn’t it wouldn’t matter since he’d be dead.
Adam and the group spent a few days in the village, stocking up on supplies, and assisting them in repairing the village. Strom relaxed on the rooftop, keeping an ear out for anything which could bother them.
Adam made sure that Strom was eating properly, though he didn’t seem too interested.
“You said you had so unfinished business, right? You’re probably wanting to beat soone up, so you need your strength for it!”
“I do not need to eat, Adam,” Strom said. Using his powers accelerated the degeneration, but there was little issue with not eating. “I’m drinking, and that’s good enough.”
“Good enough? Do you know how embarrassed I’ll be if you lose? What will I tell my lovely sister? That the old man who I thought was strong didn’t eat and then got his ass handed to him?” Adam pushed so bread up to Strom’s face.
Strom refused to eat it.
“Fine. You’ve left no choice.” Adam inhaled deeply, turning his head. He stared at Lucy, and nodded at her.
Strom swiped the bread from Adam’s hand. “Give it here. I’m not so old that I need you to feed .” The look in Lucy’s eye had caused him to move.
‘Damn it!’ Lucy cried.
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