Supreme Magus novel Chapter 4010

Chapter 4010: Poisoned Pill (Part 1)

What Garrik had mistaken for rage was actually Ryla’s own fear. She was scared of what Meln could do to her child just to lure Lith into a trap, and terrified of being the cause of her baby boy’s ruin.

’I softened the truth about how precarious Garrik’s condition is for all this time because I wanted him to play and live carefree like a normal child instead of living in fear of taking one step too far from home.

’I kept him unaware because I thought it was best for him. Yet if Garrik ruins his future because of me, I would never forgive myself.’ She thought.

"I’m not mad at you, my baby." She actually replied, hugging Garrik tight. "I just want you to take this situation seriously. This isn’t one of your games. There is no do-over if something goes wrong. Do you understand?"

The question was the same as before, yet somehow Ryla’s now calm voice made it much scarier.

"Yes, Mom." Garrik nodded. "I promise I won’t leave the house until Auntie Salaark returns for any reason."

"That’s my boy." Ryla sniffled. "That’s my boy."

***

All across the Blood Desert, the scrolls hung outside every tent listing the Overlord’s laws turned from white paper written in black ink into black paper written in white ink.

It signalled an emergency and declared temporary martial law. If anyone, for any reason, were to draw Salaark’s attention while the scrolls were black, they would soon face her true form and fury without being given a chance to explain themselves.

The Feathers initiated the lockdown procedures for their villages while the members of the Nest took flight in orderly formations. Whenever the Overlord went to war, her loyal soldiers were left to fend for themselves, and reinforcements would be kept to a minimum.

No one would be able to enter or leave a village for the duration of the lockdown, so the groups of travelling merchants had to quickly decide whether they wanted to depart ahead of schedule or stay put until the emergency was resolved.

Both options entailed risks and costs.

Leaving before the lockdown meant facing the dangers of the Blood Desert without the invisible shield of the Overlord’s law. Emergency calls would be ignored, no matter if the caravan was attacked by outlaws or caught in a sudden sandstorm.

Even if nothing happened during the journey, the local Feather would forbid the merchant caravan entry if it reached the next village before the emergency ended. It made early departures dangerous and potentially useless.

Remaining in their current village was the safe, but also the most expensive option. Time was money for merchant guilds, and delaying their departure meant falling behind schedule and missing some of their most important deadlines.

Not everyone lived inside Salaark’s villages, and some trades were better conducted away from the eyes of the Overlord’s envoys. All black-market activities and the deals with the outlaw tribes took place on neutral grounds at specific times.

Forbidden merchandise had to be acquired and sold before reaching the next village to avoid questions that would lead a merchant’s neck to the chopping block. If either party didn’t show up in time, the other would leave, afraid of other outlaw tribes as much as of Salaark’s watchful Nest.

"If you want to stay, stay. Otherwise get out of my village!" Ilyum Balkor, Feather of the Forgotten Plume tribe, said. "You have ten minutes before I raise the barrier."

Merchants loved money almost as much as their own lives, and their professional pride tipped the scales further.

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