Semua Bab A.I. : Bab 291 - Bab 300

"WHOOSH!" an agile almost unseen object flew in the distance, only to come back from whence it came and landed obediently at the hands that let it fly in the first place.With how strong a family of a village hunter was, being consumers of the most potent parts of a magical beasts body, making this throw was elementary.What was more amazing was the technique displayed by Tristan. To be able to send off a normal looking knife at the trajectory he did required exquisite mastery over the thrown weapon.It was definitely something that took years and maybe decades of practice. One that this hideous looking boy certainly was not.

Some of them would get swallowed whole but the most common causes of death at the hands of these mindless low level magical beasts was a more miserable end than what was initially imagined.A piece by piece evisceration by wild animals who knew nothing but trust the instincts that had been embedded unto their existence. But this was not to say that there were no sentient magical beasts.In fact there were a lot of them. But most of these high leveled creatures were fortunately away from here.If not, then a trifling Warding Powder could not have paused their steps to eat its fill and devour all mortals in the town of Caister. Perhaps even the neighboring towns near these terrains.

Tristan looked like a swirling pickaxe but in a more vivid and grotesque way. He circled in unpredictable fashion while the bottles were secured firmly on his belt.The extra baggage had only minimal restrictions towards Tristan’s actions while he continued taking his time on his measured evasions."What's wrong, mom? Are you tired already? I seem to remember a woman who was quite cocky and claimed that she could go on fucking like a teen for hours on end. Hmmmm...I recall that her name is very familiar... Ssssss...." Tristan said after five minutes of the same play. He could see the sweat pouring from the pores of his mother and judged that it would come soon.

At that moment, each one of them witnessed was only told in mere whispers and legends. A materialization of energy and spirit.One that no mortal in Caister nor its neighboring towns has and could ever achieve in light of the restrictions that plagued their history.It was as if he was daring for someone to come challenge him the moment he disembarked from the carriage. But luckily, none came and they all thank the invisible gods above for that."Where is Henry and his men?" Joseph asked when he remembered the man he sent earlier to guide Tristan’s mother in the marketplace.Of course he was not stupid to rely the safety

What mattered most was that he had begun his goal with a purpose in mind and he would have to die first before he would give up on this quest. The road ahead was just a step away.Stopping now would be folly. And so Tristan sustained his malicious chanting.“HAHAHA! Trivial tricks! Why don’t you tickle my balls some more so I could slap on your face in full?!” an unrecognizable voice proceeded without pause.The boy was not concerned with the state of his body other than what he believed he would achieve in the end. Any more than this was not considered important at all.From the nonstop scrapes followed the