Rise Of The Godking - Chapter 129 The Runaway Mage 1

Pulling down his hood over his yellow hair and a face he had always been extremely proud of, Edward walked along the muddy ground, muttering under his breath constantly about how he was supposed to be in Selen’s bed, right now, playing with the naivete that had made her believe that his claim about him following some sort of exotic path was real.

It was always so easy to fool people who didn’t know too much about magic. They had heard about elves being able to form a pact that didn’t allow them to lie, so when he had said that his own path ensured that he would always keep a promise that he gave, she hadn’t even doubted him. When she wasn’t looking, he had often laughed behind her back, knowing how much confidence she drew from having a safety net around her that she thought she could always rely on, whereas in fact, all she had actually accomplished nothing was have her flower picked for the first time since the death of her wealthy husband.

For some time, he mooned over her perfect body, but still, each time a pauce came in his thoughts, his mind threatened to collapse once again as it recalled what he had had to go through when he had been foolish enough to ask about the identity of that Forn elf.

Stopping in his tracks, he looked around warily, afraid that just thinking about that being might call down his wrath. The abilities of that species were mostly shrouded in secrecy; what one believed couldn’t possibly be true might just be the thing that killed them, and he had always lived his life with caution, and a healthy fear of anyone more powerful than him.

Even now, that fear was pushing him to go back, but the very reason he had pushed himself was that he had known that if he didn’t take that first step outside and place himself in the deathlist of those beings, then there was no way that he could have built up the courage to proceed with what he was doing.

Whenever the grand family made plans, his master had repeatedly told him that it was folk like them who were affected and killed even if they might be minding their own business. The only problem was that the frayed state of his mind, he had let slip the reason behind his departure, and if he knew her well, he was sure that she must have told those three by now, being the coward that she was.

Putting his hand inside his pocket, he closed his fingers tightly around the glass figurine of a lizard that had been gifted to him by his master. Made in the form of one of the most secretive Godbeasts of the Mainland, it enabled him to pass through without being detected by anything that even a Tyro mage could cast, so after assuring himself that he was still under its effects which were being powered by a vajram that was also in the same pocket, he started walking again.

‘I will reach the peak in one go! My entire life is going to change!’

A smile finally came to his lips, but it slipped the moment he recalled the fate of that marble statue. Deciding that he would have ample time to rejoice after the task was done, he started running, intent on even using up his store of crystals to power him forward if it meant that he could get to where he needed to go as quickly as possible.

On the way, he kept cursing the islands, where there was too much disturbance for any normal communication charm to work. True, they might be enough for two people separated by a couple of islands, but if a message needed to be sent to someone on the Mainland, there were too many barriers on the way that could not be bypassed unless one was truly powerful.

Reaching a teleportation matrix, he drummed his fingers on its smooth surface and was gone in a flash. He had a long way to go…but the moment he stepped onto the next island, he blinked and froze as one of the most stunning women he had ever seen stood in front of him, completely naked.

Her flowing, red hair was brushed to the front, just barely covering those incredible, soft, perfectly round mounds of hers that he suddenly found himself dreaming about. How would they feel, squished in his hands? Would he be able to fit one in one of his palms? How would they taste if his lips—

Shaking his head, he snapped out of the natural spell that the woman had cast using her utmost beauty. His senses told him that something was off here…but the moment he scanned her, and had his eyes fall on her wide hips and a hint of a backside that was worth dying for, he became distracted, again, and drool started to drip from the corner of his lips.

When she spoke, he finally averted his gaze to her face, but even there, his eyes lurched onto her moist lips that he just wished he could bite and relish. She was a beauty like no other; anywhere she went, he was confident that she would have an uncountable number of suitors, but right now, she stood in front of him, as bare as the day she had come out of her mother’s womb.

“Good sir…would you mind giving me some directions? I don’t know how to traverse these islands. I was brought along by a young master…but I ran away when he tried to have his way with me. I thought I was just coming along to give him company! He did nothing for me! He didn’t save my life…or help me when I needed it! Would you… mind aiding a helpless, lost woman? There is only one way in which I can pay you… and because you will truly occupy a place in my heart if you accept, I will cooperate, fully. Please?”

She bit her lips, then, and Edward almost felt his soul fly out of him. His pants were already uncomfortably tight, and his face had the look of a wolf that had been starved for way too long.

Controlling himself, though, he thought about it. Was it worth getting on the bad side of some young master with a background he would not be able to contend with for this beauty?

The answer was simple.

‘How would he even find out? I’ll act as if I’m helping her, but when I get the chance… I’ll have my fun and just kill her! It wouldn’t even delay my journey, at all…’

“Of course. Where do you wish to go?”

The way those lips stretched when she smiled made him lose himself all over again, but regaining control with even more effort, he listened to her answer.

“An island known as Harafen, my lord. Say…would you mind taking along my sisters, too? We are triplets, and they ran with me…they’re scared, so they’re waiting at a place we found nearby. Will you please follow me?”

‘Triplets? My God! What the jackpot!’

Already completely forgetting the message he had set out to give, Edward nodded and began to drool again when she turned around and exposed a spotless back and such a curvy bottom that his hands rose without him even controlling them.

Even the way she walked was so sensuous that he felt his groin throbbing painfully with each step he took. He followed her, constantly trying to be patient will imagining how it would feel to have three similar women all over him, but after walking for fifteen minutes on the edges of the island and reaching a formation of rocks…he saw a man jump out from behind one of them.

For a moment, for some reason, the man reminded him of one of the three powerful beings he had just run afoul of. This thought disappeared, though, when he watched with a hanging jaw as the woman ran to the man…and shouted something he was sure he had heard wrong.

“My dear husband, he’s the one! He tried to force himself on me! Please kill him! I only managed to have him follow by promising that I have sisters waiting here! He ripped away my clothes, too! What a rogue!”