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CHAPTER 80
POV THE WULL
I have never seen such big ears of wheat in my life. If we ration it, it will be enough for a year, and by this time, Lord Stark will be able to send us aid.
"Thank you, lord Emrys. Thanks to you, my people will not die from hunger this year."
"No need to thank me, everything is old gods' will, and don't call me lord. You can call me Druid Emrys or just Emrys."
"Now everything is done and done; the time has come to say my goodbye to Clan Wull."
"Druid Emrys, please don't leave so soon; let us thank you properly."
"If you fulfill the request I have asked of you, you will be thanking me for the most."
We started walking slowly out of the settlement.
"Druid Emrys, may I ask a question if I don't offend you?"
"You can ask; I don't get offended easily."
"In the stories we've heard since childhood, human sacrifice is always seen as blood magic, and we've been taught that it's a bad form of magic. I had to make a tough decision to keep my people afloat, and I would have made the same decision again, but I'd like to know if possible. What did we do?"
I'd be on a stool by the side of the road and gestured for him to sit on it.
"We can divide magic into two main topics: order and dark magic. Yes, blood magic is usually black magic, but it can also be order magic, but it is not suitable for order. For example, by offering a leviathan, you can kill ten people but can't even heal one person's mortal wounds, which is why it is unsuitable for order magic."
"Blood magic can be used either by offering only life or offering soul, but its strength varies a lot. Dark magic only works with the soul. You can offer even a baby for blood magic, but for druidic magic, if you try to do something like this at best, you'll die because it backfires, or at worst, you'll be crippled from the neck down for the rest of your life."
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Hearing this, The Wull's eyes widened.
"Killing an innocent person knowingly and willingly is an unforgivable crime. When someone does that in the eyes of nature, that person has waivered his right to live, so we recycle that life energy for the spell, as I explained to you before. Now it is up to you if you are going to believe me, or you could claim I'm an evil sorcerer. "
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POV MC
After leaving Clan Wull, I also toured the other five mountain clans. Like here, every clan struggled with a cold, and I also helped them. However, one clan suffered from food shortages because they had a dreadful summer, and I had to perform a fertility ritual there too. This journey took about four months, and we entered a new year. I was now 11 years old, and it was the 285th year of Aegon's conquest.
After visiting the mountain clans, I decided to head east toward Last Hearth instead of going south to Deepwood Motte. Accompanied by the icy winter winds, I decided to stay overnight in a town near Last Hearth. My ass hadn't seen a bed for a month, and after I arranged a place for my kids, I returned to the town.
I had bonded with Lyka too. Bonding with Lyka had given me a super olfactory ability, one point of speed, and 15 mana. Now I had 6 speed, bond with Berus had given me a better sense of smell but nothing like this. If before I was only able to smell something in tens of meters. Now, I am able to smell things for hundreds of meters. Lyka and Sith had grown into juvenile beasts and started to talk but were still talking in broken sentences.
When I entered the small town inn, there were about 20 people inside. It was almost full to the brim. I approached the innkeeper and said.
"Things seem to be going well."
While cleaning his mugs looked at me out of the corner of his eye and said.
"I can't complain, but boy, I have never seen you in this town. Why are you alone?"
I threw some coppers on top of the bar and said
"Why, are you the mayor of the town? None of your business. Do you have a room?"
"ten more copper for being a little asshole."
"That is a robbery."
"Then go sleep in the stable."
I threw ten more coppers and said.
"Then you have to give me food too."
He returned to the kitchen a few minutes later, holding a bowl of stew and half a loaf of bread. While eating this meal, the bard on the stage was singing about a green-handed warrior who sacrificed the wicked man, brought abundance, and put an end to diseases.
The people around me were also talking about this druid, or what they called Emrys Greenhand. Some believed, and some did not. Just then, a man burst into the room excitedly and spoke loudly.
"Druid Emrys is here!"
I sprayed the water I was drinking at that moment. How the hell did he know!!!
"He is right outside at the town square."
I knew it was going to happen; we humans have always been opportunistic dogs. I knew there was going to be some mummer impersonating me. But this was an excellent opportunity, and now we will see if the admonitions I give in every place I help will work.
When I left the inn and went to the town square, I saw a man with brushwood and moss in his robe and a deer skull on his head. On his face was a very badly sculptured old man mask.
"Salutations to you fine folks of this town. I, Emrys Greenhand, come to you in your time of need to help you break away from this wretched disease's hands."
Like any other con, he was talking in riddles and circles to confuse them, and someone from the town square volunteered for this healing season. After some mumbo-jumbo and throwing some things into the fire, he started and shocked people. The volunteer had miraculously healed, but this wasn't the end but the real beginning. The volunteer said:
"Great druid, whatever I do for your help will not be enough. But please accept this humble reward."
At first, He pushed away the money a few times as if he refused it, and finally accepted. I waited for a while, waiting for someone from the crowd to say that he had received the money; he couldn't be real. I couldn't stand it, and I shouted.
"The Druid I've heard never accepts a reward, not even a bowl of meal, and I've heard that if someone accepts a reward, he is definitely fake. You are absolutely fake!"