The Supreme Sovereign System Chapter 187
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"Lets sleep tonight, we are pretty close towards the mine, we will get there by noon" Said White fang while looking at Alfonso and company, they were in the borders of the Jubila forest, so, they were between the forest and the snow.
They made a bonfire and sat in circle, warming themselves.
"How is it, white fang? Can you smell them?" Asked Alfonso.
"Barely, I know they are inside the mine, however, there is a strong smell there that is making it hard to identify where exactly are they" Said White fang.
"Strong smell?" Asked Alfonso.
"Yeah, I haven't smell something like this before… it makes my head a little bit dizzy" Said White fang.
"…And that's it when you are here, I cant imagine how bad will be inside the mine, are you sure you wanna come?" Asked Alfonso.
"Of course I would, they are my kind, we protect each other, don't worry, I have my means to protect myselft"
"That's good" Said Alfonso.
While Alfonso and White fang were talking, they didn't notice that two youngters were looking at Alfonso in a funny way.
"Hey Hans, what is he doing?" Asked Anastasia.
" I don't know my lady… If I have to take a shot in the dark… I will say that they are talking to each other" Said Hans.
"Indeed, they are talking to each other" A voice came from their side.
Both of them turned around and saw Demeter sitting while taking a sip of her can of water.
""They are talking?"" Asked both of them at the same time.
Why they were asking this? The answer was quite simple, to Alfonso, the wolves talked just like humans, however, to others, their "conversation" looked like this
"Woo? Woooo~ woo" Said White fang.
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"Wo,wooo,wooo~" Answer Alfonso.
If Alfonso was in earth, somebody would call the cops… or the circus, depending on the location.
"Talking to the beast… if he is a beast master?" Asked Anastasia.
In this world, there was this particular kind of people that have the ability to 'talk' to beasts, they were called beast masters; however, the name can be a little be misleading, after all, they weren't actually 'taming' a beast, they have an affinity with them, as for why, were, there were two reasons, the first one was to have a summited the animal and both form a contract of pet an owner basically, this type of beast master were the most common, however, this was quite difficult, after all, forcing a beast to be your pet was as a huge blow towards their pride, a lot of beasts prefer to die rather than be a human pet.
The second reason was not known by many, in fact, very few people knew about this method, it was basically a legend.
"Legend says that there this kind of 'pact' between both parties pledge loyalty towards each other, they mix their blood and connect at a soul level, after that, the person in question not only gain the favor of the beast in question but all of its kind, there is also some other theories, some say that the human in question win some abilities of the beast, and the beast also gains intelligence and wisdom, however, nobody is sure, after all, beasts who are able to make this kind of pact are unknown" Said Hans.
"A beast tamer?" Asked Anastasia in astonishment.
To see a living beast tamer was quite difficult, in fact, she, as the young lady of the Boltor family, has only seem three beast tamers in leitol, one of them was known as the lord of the beast, blessed by the god of hunt, Archer.
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"What are you talking about?" Asked Alfonso.
"No-nothing in particular, rather than that, how close are we?" Asked Anastasia.
"We will be there by noon, let have some sleep, we will need energy for tomorrow" Said Alfonso.
Everyone nodded and he put out the fire.
The night was cold, however, Alfonso and company were quite warm, after all, they were sleeping on White fang.
The hours passed and everyone was in deep sleep.
Suddenly, from the shadows a few figures emerged, they were small and were completely black, the only thing that one could see clearly were their purple eyes and white fangs.
"Humans?" Suddenly, a voice came from the shadows.
After hearing the voice, the creatures kneeled.
"Interesting, to think that there was people in this god forgotten place… how come? The information that his majesty send me said that the lord here died a couple of months ago"
The silouthe looked at Alfonso and company and made a small smile, he reached his waist and took out two pairs of daggers.
"There is going to be a feast today, kids, prepare your teeth" Said the voice.
"Grrr" The black creatures looked fiercely with their purple eyes at White fang, like they were looking at a huge piece of meat prepared to be devoured.
"Let's begin… wait…" The silhouette was about to move, when he noticed something strange.
"One… two… three… wait, where is that young lady?" Asked the voice.
"Just behind you, motherfucker" Said A voice behind the silhouette.
Anastasia's golden eyes stared at the silhouette, she didn't hesitate and charged her sword with thunder and slashed the silhouette.
The shadow was surprised, however, it quickly recover and evaded the slash.
"A champion?" Asked the silhouette.
"Did you get him?" The voice of Alfonso came from below, He took his cane and stood up, after him Demeter, Hans and White fang did the same.
"Who are you? How did you get to this place?" Asked Alfonso.
"Hehe, to think that I will be able to see a prince of Leitol, what an honor indeed" Said the shadow.
"It will rude to not introduce myself" The man walked and the moonlight reveal his form.
He was a young man with red hair and short hair, he looked skinny, however, his muscles were well trained, he had both eyes closed and was smiling.
"My name is Bernio Storm, I come from the Storm family back in Greycastle" Said the Bernio.
"I came with a single purpose"
"And that is to kill the young lady and young master of the king of the north, Anastasia and Pierre Boltor" Said Benio.
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