After we made peace with her, we had to decide what to do next. She wants to go back to her parents and live with me. However, I can't allow it. The outside world is dangerous. If she died outside, it was unknown what would happen.
There is also a question about my name. It's hard for Nevie to think of a name for me, and she doesn't want to just call me the nest. Although for me there is no difference.
- Listen. What about Murad? Good name, don't you think?
-Murad?
- Myriad. I think it suits you very well. You can control myriads of animals. Or maybe people. But the myriad is too long so let it be Murad. Or Mirad.
-Murad is better. If that's what you want.
-Alright. Murad. -She was smiling brightly and seemed very pleased. For some reason.
After long thinking, I decided to go to another city and get more information and develop myself if possible. Although I have no desire to become stronger just to become stronger, I'm still curious why I wanted strength so much in the beginning. The instincts of animals appeared for a reason. They needed them to survive. It is very important to find out whether this is really a matter of life and death.
I sent me on way.
Although his body is young, which will make some problems for us, however, I can't create an adult body. We need volunteers.
Like the parts of me that are now hunting in an attempt to get food for me. After consulting with Nevie, we decided that the part of me in the main body is the: "Head of the family." And others are younger members of the "family". No idea why Nevi was saying it with "quotes". Is that right?
...
- *Croak* * Croak*
-Get out of here, you bastards!- The man shouted, throwing a rock with all his might at the raven. Raven dodged and looked at the man and entered the city. The others from the pack also followed him. Finding the first hiding place in the city, they suddenly began to turn from ravens into lumps of meat. Then they combined and took the form of a boy.
-How rude. I was lucky that he didn't hit me, otherwise, I would have had to decide whether to be one-legged or one-armed. They don't eat ravens, very unpleasant. -I muttered to myself as I wear on the clothes I had brought with me. Humans are very difficult creatures to capture. They mainly grow their food. Most of them hunt for fun. And the skin they turn into a carpet.
Leaving the corner, I began to walk thoughtlessly around the city. I had to plan what to do first. After walking through the most vibrant parts of the city, I stopped near the slum area. The sun had already set. While we were thinking about what to do next, a man approached me.
-Hey, boy. Are you lost here? - He looks about 30 years old, a face that Nevie would describe as bandit-like.
-Yes. Kinda
-Where are your parents?
-I haven't them
-Really? -He smiled in surprise. This smile does not inspire confidence.
- Yes.
- Okay. Do you want to live with me? Of course, I will make you do some work, but there will always be bread in your hands.
-I'm not interested. -I don't have time for such a waste. We need to gather more information for the family.
As I turned away from him, he grabbed my arm and pulled me along.
-I don't have time to play with you, child! You will go with me!
Should I kill him? If I split up into wolves now, killing him won't be a problem. However, this will reveal me. So I'll have to follow him.
...
I was placed in a small room. Very cheap, the bed looks older than me. It's definitely over a year old. Comfortable and soft. After about an hour, two men entered the room. One of them was holding a notebook, and the other was standing next to him, looking at me sharply. He looked like a bouncer.
-Greeting, boy. What's your name? -The man asked with a soft smile
-Murad.
-Where did you come from?
-I don't want to tell it.
-You're not allowed to keep quiet! -The bouncer came over quickly and kicked me in the stomach. I fell. Something feels in the stomach area. Kind of a pain. I stood up as if nothing had happened and began to think about what to do next.
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The two men looked at each other in surprise.
-Okay. I'll write it as a high pain threshold. Even strong blows will not disable him.
-Ugh, how should I make him talk if force isn't efficient?
-Leave it. It's pointless to torture him anyway. If he doesn't want to talk then let him keep his secret. If it doesn't turn out that he is from a noble family, then everything will be fine.
-Well, he looks like a commoner. So that's unlikely.
-Agree. Send him to the hostel tomorrow. Then from there, after training, to the fields.
-Didn't the boss said he needed fresh blood? As for me, a boy with such resistance to pain will be useful.
-Well, I doubt it. He seems to be an idiot. All he does is just stare at us stupidly.
Hearing that, the bouncer looked at me. After he nodded
-Indeed. I'll talk to the boss about this kid. Maybe he'll like him.
-Alright. If he won't pass, please tell me. Not like last time.
-Of course. It won't happen again.
-I'm glad to hear it
After saying this, the man left the room. The bouncer watched him go, then looked at me
-I'll see you tomorrow. Mu ... mudar.
-Murad
-Nevermind.
When he left the room. We started a discussion about what to do next. After some consideration, we decided to go with the flow. Maybe we can find out something.
…
-Murad, come out! -The bouncer opened the door. He took me around the city in a carriage. After giving the order not to make any noise, he sat down next to me inside. After a few minutes of silence, as if unable to stand it, the bouncer spoke.
-Too boring. Let's talk about something.
-All right.
-...-
-...-
-Can you say something?
-Hello?
-Hello? Ugh, whatever. Of course, I knew that you were not gifted with intelligence, but to say such a thing. I would have beaten you up if it wasn't the fact you don't give a shit. Okay, let me fill you in on this, then.
-I'm listening.
-Our gang is engaged in the slave trade and smuggling. We catch the homeless, the poor, or orphans from the streets and sell them. We catch most people without connections and relatives. Children can sometimes join our gang. By the way, how old are you?
-Six months, I guess. I didn't count it.
-…-
-...-
-Stop joking! Damn child! Tell me your real age!
-But I was really six months old.
-...-His face was twitching nonstop. Then he exhaled and muttered, - Bad math and hard mental work is better not to trust. I'll tell it the boss personally.
I cocked my head
-Hmm. We're almost there. Our boss is a very violent man. But he always keeps his word and rewards fairly. He's also a level 3 warrior!
-Level 3 warrior?
-Now I believe that you are an orphan. And the most unlucky. Or stupid. You don't even know that? Are you a girl? It's only girls who don't know that, only the most stupid ones don't even know it.
At this moment, I had a little urge to turn my hand into a venomous snake and kill him. Just as I was about to do so, he continued.
-Whatever. In this world, in our continent of Leigral, there are mages, warriors, elemental warriors, and... the most terrifying. Shamans.
-Why they are: the most terrifying?
-They mostly live in the great steppes. Among these bloodthirsty barbarians. Nomads. A terrible force that once almost took over the world?
-Took over the world?
-I don't know everything, but a hundred and something years ago there was a Horde that is now called Great. The Great Horde. In its golden years, it was suzerain of the lands of the Castrix Family, the Monhimouerian Empire, and the Blokinia. But then it split into two Khanates. The first is called the Koblandy Khanate the second is Bostyk Khanate. I don't know the whole story, but still. Shamans were one of the pillars of the Horde. They control the spirits and these barbarians are so cruel that they destroy the souls of their enemies! Or they turn them into restless spirits and don't let them rest in peace in paradise!- The bouncer was visibly shaking as he spoke. -But we are far from them.
Slowly, the carriage stopped. The bouncer sighed and said
-You're going to meet the boss now. Show some respect. Do you understand me?