Goodbye friend_Migration Mistake: Master Mosquito

After Michael entered the fort. Commander formally greeted Michel with Kozakiewicz’s salute.

-Welcome to Fort Forst. I am Commander Obed- Michael still did not have any intentions to respond.

-Do you understand what I am saying?- Usually, monsters did not know Halish. So it wouldn’t be weird for Commander if Michael didn’t. But Michael nodded his head in confirmation. Obed was a little surprised, but continued.

-So how should I communicate with you?-

Michael looked around, spotted his friend Wofer and pointed at him. Wofer’s legs felt wiggly.

~The hell you pointing at me for?~ After a closer inspection. It was impossible for a winged man to be his mosquito. If he was. He would already transform in his room one on one before for better communication.

-Wofer, come forward.- Obed commanded. Because of his outstanding performance as a sanitary aid Obed remembered his name. Resigned, he compiled. They stood there like that for a few seconds in silence. ~Damn. I should’ve thought about a way of communication before.~ Michael realized that this situation was going nowhere. He couldn’t write nor speak. The pointed hand changed into an open palm. Like Michael was asking something from Wofer. The first thought that runned through Wofer’s head was. ~Oh shit. It’s that bug’s enemy. He came here for my mosquito!~ Wofer nervously shrugged. Signaling that he doesn’t have anything on him. Michael came closer and put his hand on Wofer’s right shoulder. Trying to let him know that he will be his speaker. ~Holy shit! He found a place where he was sitting the longest.~ Wofer was more and more on high alert. He took a few deep breaths and said what was on his mind. -This guy demands a payment for his help - The uncertain tone could be heard. -In what form?- Obed asked. -Gold?- Wofer blurted out random things that came to mind. -We don’t have gold on the battlefield.- Obed answered. Then he took off a sack of silver that he had on his back and threw it at Michael. He took it with intention to pay the soldiers, but now with this weird powerful entity entering their fort it would be dangerous to haggle. Michael also noticed that he won’t be able to communicate any further than that. So he took that sack of silver and went out of the fort by foot. Then he disappeared from the view in the woods. The tension in the fort slowly subsided. -Whatever the hell that was. We are lucky it accepted silver.- Pilate said in a grave tone with arms crossed. -You all will be paid once you return- Obed waved his hand for all to disperse and went to his room to make a rapport on this before he closed the doors he shouted for Wofer to come to the room with him. Meanwhile Michael just buried the sack under a certain tree, turned into a mosquito and went back to the fort to search for a Wofer. In the fort commander’s room. Obed interrogated Wofer. -Where is your beast?- -My spiritual guide.- Wofer still wanted to stick with the lie he made before. -Where is your beast?- Obed asked once again because he didn’t get an answer. After five seconds of thought Wofer answered. -In the spirit realm-

-...- Obed heard about it for the first time -What?-

-The world where spirits go. When he comes back I’ll be able to do water magic again -

-When will he come back?-

-When he feels like it.- Wofer’s answers were not convincing. Obed knew that Wofer was hiding something from him. -Why did that monster went to you?-

-Maybe because he sensed my connection to the spirit realm?-

-Do you have any connection to demons?-

-That guy could have been a demon, that’s all connection I have to my knowledge-

-Is your beast a demon?-

-...- That question was the question Wofer feared the most.

-No?- Even Wofer did not know himself. -Didn’t you ask for your beast to participate in the skirmish?- Wofer did not answer. Obed did not want to hear any more bullshit from him anyway. He was convinced that this man was the one that summoned this weird monster to their fort and that was also why that monster demanded payment from Wofer. Well. He wasn’t completely wrong on that part. Wofer went back to his work as a sanitary aid. Michael came back to help him. Four days after this incident this batch of soldiers came back to the capital. Along with Wofer and Michael that stayed in that fort for a week. When he came out of the caravan, which was somehow right in the middle of the marketplace, a few kingdom’s knights in full armor and mosquito nets on uncovered parts surrounded him. ~Well shit.~ Wofer knew what was coming. The knight that was right in front of him -Wofer. Because of your connection to as you described it “spirit realm” and having a demon as your “spiritual guide” along with scheming with the demons for material benefits you are sentenced to an immediate execution on the spot.- The knight said it out loud for everyone around to know and make the following actions of the knights justifiable in the eyes of the public. As well as to make an example of what happens to people like that. Obed came out right after him and drowned the knife in Wofer’s back. Two crossbow arrows pierced Wofer’s head from different directions. All the knights that surrounded him also plunged a knife into Wofer, except one that chased after a water trail. So Wofer died on the spot. Michael flew out right after he Wofer came out and saw the knights with ridiculous stats along with the nets for mosquitoes. He had a [Death Finder] flashback of a really precise sword slashing him. Along with Wofer’s shoulder.

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Subject: Human | lvl 68 | Type: Knight | Name: Bervah

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Subject: Human | lvl 98 | Type: Demon Hunter | Name: Asa

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~Goodbye friend.~ Michael realized that Wofer was sentenced because of him and because of his excitement to show off his new form. The trail of water shot through the crowd and disappeared. Asa followed it for a while but lost it. It was too small. When Michael turned off the water trail he looked no different than any other mosquito. It was late evening. There were relatively a lot of mosquitos, for a city. -Shit- Asa instinctively knew. That what he was chasing, was a calamity, a thing that killed people. The thing that is a dormant nightmare for humanity… But he lost it. Michael sat on one of the grapes, on one of the many stalls. -Why didn't they listen?- Asa fought with many demons. He recommended a different, more quiet place for the execution. But they didn’t listen, they preferred public execution. Michael said his burial prayers for Wofer. The night came. Michael was still a little flabbergasted about what just happened. He had to have clearer goals to achieve them. In his past life, he did not have many, so he did not achieve many things. This time, his goals were a matter of life and death. Of getting swept up in the matters the world would throw at him, or becoming the man that dictates his own fate. Up until the point of him coming out of the dungeon, he did not really have any choice, and was flung around the place with his only goal - Survival. With his current power he is well past that point. The death of his first friend in this world triggered a new line of thought about life in Michael. He spent a whole week flying around. Only eating fruits and just thinking. ~So… If I’m already in this fantasy world. I might as well slay the dragon.~ The classic DnD end goal seemed the most appealing to Michael at the moment. Despite having infinite life, and the possibility of slowly improving in the span of multiple hundred years. The vision of it felt impotent to him. Without any deeper meaning. With a little purpose to his being. Michael decided that he won’t live impotent life. Not at this stage. When he is not even a year old. This time he didn’t go searching for drunkards he could talk to. He went searching for the library.

Goodbye friend

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