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Chapter 43: In the Shadow of Morg

Bloodline for bloodline, ability for ability, character for character, searches for looks.

Nobody can question that she will be the future top of Morg\'s family.

\'But then an offspring of fifteen.\'

Vikir lifted his head and looked past the boundary of fire and the dead pool of sticks.

Morg Camu. She remained in a haughty posture, peering down.

Her three sisters, spread out on the floor, shake at seeing her.

"Goodness, it\'s a camel, sisters..."

"Ooohhh, they\'re simply attempting to avoid gatecrashers..."

"They began the battle!"

Highsis, Middlesis, and Lowsis are a year more seasoned than Camu.

However, they were squashed by the staggering power of Camu\'s solidarity, incapable to slow down and rest.

It was a surprising sight for the Morg, a hand-to-hand fighting family where the progressive system between kin is completely founded on age and accomplishment.

And afterward, Camu grinned alluringly.

"Camu, would you say you are conversing with me, sisters?"

"Hic! Goodness, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no!"

"Move. To be that way."

The camel loosens up a finger in disturbance.

There, speared on iron sticks, consumed cadavers lined the boundary.

It turned out to be clear who had made this dangerous scene.

"Gah!"

The three sisters escaped, shaken by the expressions of their one-year-old sibling.

A scary quiet falls over the combat zone as they vanish.

"...."

"...."

"...."

Indeed, even the Baskervilles\' trios, who had recently exposed their teeth, cringed before the camel.

Then the camo got control over his pony and rode toward the Baskervilles.

She halted precisely before Vikir, stared at him, and opened her mouth.

"Welcome, accomplice."

She was alluding, obviously, to the joint activity against the evil spirits and brutes that was going to unfurl.

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Following seven years, Morg\'s emotionless expression had changed a considerable amount.

The spots all over are gone, and his insight teeth are no more.

Her cheeks were still full from absence of milk, yet she was at that point giving indications of what she would develop into and how gorgeous she would be.

Vikir reviewed her appearance from a distance a couple of times before her relapse.

"She probably been around thirty, and she was pretty.

\'Stunning\' could never have been a more well-suited portrayal of her magnificence, a delight that even Vikir, who had never really liked a lady\'s appearance, respected.

With all the affection letters and engagement propositions rolling in from Camu, Morgha would have sufficient kindling for the colder time of year.

Furthermore, the Camoos themselves partook in the circumstance.

She had every one of the women by the skirts and was associated with outrages to a great extent.

It was an essential move, obviously.

While she scorned the ones who stuck to her magnificence, she played with their brains, inciting competitions and clashes between the houses, and retaining every one of the results into the Morg\'s administration.

In a profoundly political move, she would not give her heart or body to any man until the end, which made all men desire her adoration even more.

She administered over incalculable hostage men.

She enormously duplicated Morg and altered the conflict against the evil presences.

... but.

This was before the relapse.

In this life, the Cover is some way or another less shocking.

She is shockingly peaceful, taking into account that when she turned 15, she was at that point overseeing fisheries for the magnificent family, as well as the other influential men of the other six families.

Rumors from far and wide suggest that she isn\'t seeing a solitary man, regardless of her age.

"I don\'t have any idea.

Vikir got control over his pony with a touch of puzzlement.

Adjacent to him, Camus got control over his pony, following intently behind.

"So this isn\'t the means by which things are in Baskerville, ... . The harm done by the brute clans is... so we\'ve figured them out, and in Morg, we\'ve chosen to fashion a partnership with Baskerville against them..."

He chattered endlessly.

Vikir didn\'t say a lot, other than a couple of dry laughs.

Camu went to Vikir and inquired.

"Evidently, the Baskervilles have barely any insight into the adversary and the savages of the Dark Mountains, isn\'t that right?"

"Obviously not. They battle them constantly, and they ought to understand better compared to you."

"Why did you send just your own men, every one of whom are youthful and raggedy dogs?"

Cover had at last understood the nature of Baskerville\'s emissaries.

Vikir was going to answer that they were Fields, however at that point he shut his mouth.

It had proactively been concurred with Morg that Baskerville\'s actual \'home\' snuck in the mountains on the opposite side.

"What do you ask when you know?"

The camo laughed.

"I was simply contemplating whether you had some awareness of it."

"Obviously I know, it\'s a family undertaking, and I\'m responsible for the mission here."

"It might have been a scarecrow utilized as a dispose of pawn inside the House, yet I get it now."

Camu asked his pony forward, toward Vikir.

He glanced back at Vikir and grinned.

"That you are very confided in inside the tribe."

The camo went on with his inquiries.

"Do you have any idea which of the brute clans is the most irksome?"

"According to Morg\'s viewpoint, it would be the Balak, a champion clan, and the Rokoko, a shaman clan."

The Balak are the most widely recognized champion clan in the Borderlands, and keeping in mind that their numbers are little, every individual from the clan is a strong hero, making them a cerebral pain for Baskerville.

"Their arrow based weaponry is definitely more impressive than that of the Domain, and its standards are not surely known."

"Hmm. Truth be told, they\'re a secretive group."

Camu gestured, then glanced back at Vikir, his eyes sparkling.

"You\'re truly learned about the environment of savage clans. Eight focuses."

"Huh."

"On a size of 100, you\'re failing."

Camu stood out his tongue, and Vikir grimaced marginally.

"I addressed well, so for what reason is your score like that?"

"Since you addressed well."

"...?"

At the point when Vikir actually looked bewildered, the camel smiled, a wry grin bending the sides of his mouth.

"How\'s a man to manage being savvy?"

"...?"

"I could do without brilliant men, Zagoro guys should be moronic."

Evidently, the attitude that had grasped and shaken such countless men before the relapse was staying put.

Vikir prodded his pony quicker, as though he didn\'t

merit a response.

Be that as it may, the cover followed him, providing him with a not insignificant rundown of evaluations.

"Horsemanship, six. Perhaps this is on the grounds that you\'re more limited than me, however you\'re riding a pony that is too huge for you."

"...."

"Style 4. Your garments are excessively dreary."

"...."

"No response? 1 point for habits."

"...."

"Indeed, your face is a 99. You\'ve grown up pleasantly. Yet, I\'m deducting one point for not dealing with your looks."

My ears started to consume from tuning in.

Vikir cut him off.

"Quit giving me moronic grades."

"For what reason is it futile?"

"What\'s more, where is it valuable?"

"Obviously it\'s for our future, right?"

Our future?

At Vikir\'s skeptical look, Camu shrugged and puffed out his chest.

"You\'re my future spouse, so I will make an appearance."

"...."

"In the event that I\'m playing with you, you ought to assess me as well, right?"

"...."

"No, I\'d prefer be judged, in light of the fact that I want to understand your thought process of me."

Vikir asked in dismay.

"For what reason do you believe I\'m your better half?"

"Why? You finished your uncle\'s assessment recently."

As Vikir contemplated what he was talking about, he recalled when he had gone up against Morg\'s representative, Adolf.

At that point, Adolf the Frantic had a container of water on his head, and Viktor had broken his sword toward the finish of the duel and utilized the shards to break the container, breezing through Adolf\'s assessment.

\'... Yet that was at that point a long time back.\'

In any case, presently he was expressing maybe it had happened yesterday.

Camu shivered and said

"How should my uncle judge my husbandliness by such a rough test! He made that commitment before everybody, and presently I\'m a hitched lady, yet what can really be done? A commitment is a serious regulation! I need to submit to it, regardless of whether I need to. I\'ll submit to it, I\'ll comply with it, I\'ll comply with it... !"

Nobody said anything, however he was consuming hot.

Vikir watched and thought.

"What a refined fire mage.

Assuming he had dominated fire wizardry to the limit, could he have the option to combust like that precipitously?

Vikir was somewhat inquisitive.

At any rate, that is that and this will be this.

It would do no decent to conflict with the desires of the one who was to turn into the top of Morg\'s family, so Vikir was kind of Camu.

"Disregard what happened that day. I\'ll imagine it won\'t ever work out."

Briefly, the camel solidified.

Vikir watched and thought.

"A deadening spell? That is astonishing briefly. However, for what reason did he project it on himself?

At times wizards could do things you were unable to comprehend.

I couldn\'t have cared less, however tact directs that I ought to basically ask what\'s happening.

Vikir had quite recently opened his mouth to say.

"Hello, how would you make something that wasn\'t there, make something that was!"

Camu abruptly shrieked.

Interestingly since his relapse, Vikir overreacted.

He had quite recently opened his mouth to say something.

"I know since I\'m a virtuoso and I always remember what I\'ve seen!"

With the camo\'s yell, something flew into Vikir\'s face.

A destroyed piece of fabric. It was a dark red robe, the size of an eight-year-old\'s.

Intensely decorated with the Baskervilles\' sigil, it was the shroud Vikir had once used to cover the exposed camo.

Seven years of age, the shroud actually smelled faintly of that day\'s perspiration.

Grasping it, Vikir glared at the camel as it moved away.

"... You\'re offering it without washing it."

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