(TFOR) Chapter 9: More Clues

The young man who had listened, has almost broken his jaw from the times he dropped it. The moist and smoky battlefield, echoed with words of hellish truth, but the voice only to be useful through the young man and acts of pride in the upcoming days of wielding the cursed ring he hadn’t known. What he wasn’t able to do was hoarding all the unbounded knowledge that was told. Just how much could he stuff it all inside the little smart and pink gelatinous lump of his? The cinematic moments ended quickly, leading to another topic. This was just the beginning.

“Sir? Sorry to interrupt the story, but who was that masked guy? I have a feeling that we seem to be in some sort of trouble.”

“Ah, this old man forgets things quite easily without the help of his Remembering Flask. My apologies. That man was a great sorcerer, obviously an evil one. Nobody knew or cared about his name in the first place, but only inside the satanic network of deathly beings and corrupted magicians did they care. I recommend you have a look at this, it might direct you to something new.”

The rich uncle handed over a fat book from the leathery sack, tied to Mandrew’s massive saddle. It looked like a very unattractive textbook with a mundane typeface of a title for nerdy readers. "The View from Another Realm" was written on the cover of the stacked pages of definite boredom.

“This should be a great start for roaming into the subject of Oracle Vision, but I doubt that you’ll be as deeply interested as Swordbound did. He went through it all in only two days and already started reading my mind! Anyways, some of the contents just compared the web of cultists really well with another system of bad guys in one of the chapters.”

Tane made a disappointed emotion from squeezing more useless events into his same-sized lump. Whatever the granddad is saying, he would get to the point eventually. Then, immediately the granddad began explaining real deals.

“So, in the past, the WMSK Council identified him as ‘Vuzma’. He has been the ‘rad boss’ of EBHG for years, but that minute ago was my first encounter. It was very pleasant to shove Ol’ Tridente’s triple tips right into a new succulent prey. That was a close call though. I could’ve captured him and put all wanted posters in flames”, The Leader chuckled.

Tane continued listening to the chat, although the old man never stood on the main trail of thoughts.

“The funny name of his sidekick though, wasn’t something hilarious in origin. Wetpill was his most precious apprentice of blue helmets. He had constructed mass contraptions across Olden from time to time. He was such a pain in the buttocks to pursue, mostly because he was born with a Cursed Mark of Teleportation. Consuming mana only to release on portal and warp spells was easier than rolling off a log. He could be anywhere without you hearing a footstep.”

Tane killed time some more, asking bits of family questions.

“Sir, also I was wondering, how did you know about me and my father? When I was young, my father never mentioned anyone else. ‘An old-time friend from work’ was the last someone he’d ever talked about, but I suppose that dad has only few friends who he could trusted his life on.”

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