Electus - Chapter 487

Meeting Jaluuti has through and through been a strong pain in thLe ass, she has caused a lot of trouble to strangers and Eric’s group for sure has gotten sick of it.

But at least she finally decided to cooperate, Eric proved himself as a worthy King of the Calidum Lutum and considering the title that Jaluuti placed on herself [Protector of the Calidum Lutum], she has no choice but to obey him.

So after the debate died down, they make their way deeper in the forest that captivates more than half of the continent.

The goal as mentioned before, is to reach almost the very middle of this continent, where the 4 countries of Ignis split, somewhere there are the boots of Kashentis.

They’ve travelled for about a week now and are getting step by step closer to reaching the Calidum Lutum tribe that before they didn’t know existed.

Throughout this travel however, the two parties didn’t have good communication between each other. Although now under Eric’s command, Jaluuti kept her distance from the group.

Fairly, both of the parties glared at each other, and only communicated when heavy questions had to be asked. Jaluuti even stood far from them when the gang stopped travelling for the day to sleep.

Well spirits don’t really need to sleep so it sure was painful for her to wait 8-10 hours a day for these mortals to catch up energy-wise.

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After just 3 more days they finally reach what they’ve been busting their toes in the past couple of months for.

They have reached the Calidum Lutum tribe of which until a certain point, all of Eric’s group didn’t know existed.

Jaluuti stuck closer with the group for the sake of keeping them safe, good gesture but with Sekun amongst them, getting attacked by these Calidum Lutum is a dim chance.

Yet still, it doesn’t prevent all the weird looks the group got from this tribe, some even started raising weapons up.

Reaching what looks like the tribe center, surprisingly just a few houses standing around here, Jaluuti speaks out in a modified Ignite language. “Everyone, call all the brothers and sisters here, I have important news for you.”

And so a few men sprung into action, dashing left and right  to obey the command. The way Jaluuti’s speaking the Ignite language points out an accent, most definitely isolated.

But what’s more interesting is all of these Calidum Lutum surprisingly understanding the language, Eric expected for Jaluuti to translate everything.

It took just a few minutes for everyone to gather up, and the murder intending stares still remained strong. What’s more troublesome is that they aren’t uttering a single word, not even a whisper, no they are all unbreakable stares.

Breaking the uncomfortable silence, Jaluuti yells out while pointing at Eric. “My people, I brought you the Golden Blood!”

Eric expected a lot more doubts but right at this second people started facing the ground, bending all the way down and admiring the King with the cat pose.

An older man stands up, hustles to walk towards the group and touches Sekun by the shoulder, greeting. “Welcome here my King.”

Understanding where the misunderstanding is, considering Eric being an Ignite, Sekun points out. “Oh no no no, I’m not the golden blood.”

“Then who is it?” The old man asks, his eyes jerking wide open, shocked and even expecting another Calidum Lutum to come soon.

Holding Eric by the shoulder, Sekun happily states. “This boy, he’s the Golden Blood.”

“Impossible! He’s an Ignite!” The old man yells, not caring if there actually is a King present and thinking this is some kind of joke. “Do not offend our traditions with this joke!”

“Joke ha?” Eric breaks the silence, pushing anxiety away and letting rage occupy a good portion of his mind.

“Get me a dagger.” The young boy requests, and to such a demand the tribe here stood up and perked their weapons sideways, ready for battle.

Fair to say they misunderstood the intent, but after Sekun hands the boy a 20 cm dagger, Eric runs the very tip of it on his forearm, allowing blood to break out, his arm hair creating rivers, spreading branches.

It took a little while for the people to understand what he’s doing, but a couple of younger eyes joined the scene, careful by the step.

Giving Eric’s arm great attention, one of them, which is a lady almost twice the young man’s size, yells out. “By Calidum, he really is the Golden Blood!”

Loving the thought, another one of these species yells out from the background. “The son of god is finally here!”

And so, a cheer broke out amongst the masses, their celebration is truly heartfelt and the group can hear it by the thunder that captivates the heart and forces goosebumps.

And now after the cheers stopped, the tribe started bowing down again, almost texting the ground with the cat pose.

They keep repeating, “The son of god is here.”

Until Eric gets pissed off, hating the thought and yelling out. “No! Don’t call me that!”

Silence struck strong now, the crowd waiting for an explanation and even having doubts regarding this possible imposter. “I’m not a god, I’m literally so killable, a mortal really.”

Understanding the uncomfortable aura basing it from the strong silence, the young boy decides to go towards another direction. “The traditions here are different I see, my other tribe of Calidum Lutum never called me the son of god.”

“There are more Calidum Lutum?” One of them shouts, standing up straight.

“Please rise on your feet everyone.” Thankfully obeying the command, the crowd stood up for a second, most likely because they don’t want to kiss the ground anymore.

So many eyes glancing at him now, that’s… sweet breaking. So pushing anxiety aside once more, feeling his heartbeat growing stronger and faster, Eric continues. “I don’t know what your traditions are, never even knew that more Calidum Lutum exist but I as a King am finally here for you!”

And to such a declaration, the crowd instantly broke into another cheer but thankfully they are easily commanable. With one hand raise, the crowd synced into complete silence.

Using the silence, Eric gives out another offer with an actual tear breaking out. “I’m so happy to find more of my people and I’m sure my other tribe will be happy as well.”

Grasping the silence again, the young Golden Blood continues. “Therefore, I want to establish a connection between the two tribes, we have to connect!”

And at this very second a louder cheer broke out, fairly heavier than everything they’ve heard today. It truly is heart warming and all these tough tall people are actually appreciating the tear on the young King’s eye.

Raising his hand, obtaining silence from the crowd after the cheer stretched for nearly a minute, Eric pitches. “I will draw you a map, 10 of you people will go to my other tribe and inform them that I am here and tell them of your existence as well.”

Trying to put this plan together from scratch, the respected crown holder continues. “Seek out Kazer, he understands the Ignite language, even the ones with accents.”

To that, a good portion of them got confused so that old man approaches with another question, his slim long white beard bouncing by each word. “They speak a different language?”

Feeling quite proud of the town/tribe he’s at King at, Eric deciphers. “Yes, all of them speak the authentic Calidum Lutum language, it’s older than all the 3 Eras. I don’t know how all of you ended up over here but you’re about to learn some authentic history.”

Pointing at Sekun, Eric requests. “You, please say a few words in the Calidum Lutum language.”

“Oh… sure.” Sekun answers and steps on Eric’s side.

Loving every second of this, the companion speaks out. “Ho ke er Welzer Artej.”

Feeling a strike in his heart, but thankfully it’s for good, the old man asks with a lot of joy in his tone, with a sigh even. “And what does that mean?”

“This is the Golden Blood. That’s what it means.” Sekun answers, clearly he used the recent topics when asked to speak in the authentic language all of a sudden.

“Amazing, I love this.” The old man expressed and the rest of this tribe started repeating heartfelt sentences.

“As you can see, my words are true, the crown in my head proves it.” Poking Sekun again, Eric requests. “Try to yank it off my head.”

Trying to be gentle, the tall man grabs the young boy by the crown and with a bit of effort, lifts the boy a foot off the ground. “See, it won’t come off. it mended with my head once I claimed the throne.”

And indeed the crowd expressed their best thoughts and after a good few congratulations and welcomes, Eric cuts to the point. “My people, I didn’t expect any of you to be here but I am in a quest.”

And so the crowd struck silent, waiting for his word. “Demons want to destroy our continent and the only way to stop them is to generate black fire, it will destroy their portals!”

Laying off the grand side of this request, Eric weighs in. “But I’m not strong enough, I need the boots of Kashentis to become a level 7 Fire Blaster!”