Supreme Magus novel Chapter 1072

Chapter 1072 Foolishness and Wisdom Part 2

"No duh, genius, it happened three days ago, right outside the Belin caves. The humans and the undead battled against Scourge and got their asses handed to them. Remind me to not hit on his sister on the rebound in case things go badly with Quylla.

"The girl is hot, but it’s not worth the trouble of messing with a guy like that." Morok said.

"Wait, I know neither of those girls, but Scourge? I sent him to those caves and they are barely an hour of flight from here if you’re slow. How the heck did it take you so long to get here?

"I can’t believe you’re able to shapeshift and yet you’ve never learned how to fly!" Ajatar felt a headache coming on.

"Of course I know how to fly! It’s just that on my way here I stopped in a few cities to vent and have some fun." Morok replied.

"Three days on a bender is not having fun. You’ve got problems." Ajatar said.

"You’d be depressed as well if after months of work, after risking your life to save your damsel in distress, all the thank-you you received was the flip of the bird. Scratch that. What could you possibly know about women?" Morok sighed with such honesty that the Drake had a hard time not killing him on the spot.

"I can send you to the Ernas Arch Duchy, but it’s the middle of the night there." Ajatar said. "I doubt anyone will receive you so late, especially while in such a state."

"You’re right, man. I need to clean up and get some sleep. Do you mind if I crash here for the night?" A wave of Morok’s hand cleaned his face, hair, and hands.

"Actually, I do." Ajatar’s left eye twitched at the idea of having to put up with his "guest" for one second longer. The Drake couldn’t wait to get rid of him. "There’s a cozy little village..."

"Okay, thanks." Morok cut him short and fell asleep on a pile of enchanted clothes that the Drake had realized as prototypes of a new kind of armor.

Ajatar’s eyes became two fiery slits brimming with mana as he took a deep breath that filled his mouth with black flames. It was the first time in centuries that someone dared to barge in his house and disrespect him like that.

’Either he’s really heartbroken or there’s something wrong with his head. I’ll cut him some slack and wait until tomorrow morning before kicking him out. Who knows, maybe Invigoration actually failed and he’s still drunk.

’Gods, I never thought the day would come that I would wish Invigoration failed me.’ Ajatar thought.

The following morning, an annoying voice woke up the Drake and reminded him that no good deed goes unpunished, no matter the world you live in.

"What’s for breakfast? I’m starving here and I’m on a clock. Dude, only lovers and sick people spend all day in bed. Do you have a fever or just a fetish for gold piles? Is your shiny pillow supposed to be your girlfriend or what?" Morok asked.

Like most lesser Dragons, Ajatar slept on a small mound comprised of his most prized possessions.

"Gods, it wasn’t a nightmare." The Drake whined while getting up.

The two had breakfast together and during that time, Ajatar casually asked Morok about the events in the caves. No matter how obnoxious he was, the Tyrant had yet to tell a single lie.

If there really was a crystal mine nearby and Baba Yaga resided there, it was worth the trip. Digging out crystals would take too long, but her knowledge could save Ajatar months of research.