53 Chapter 53 (1/2)

”I need more assurance than that, city lord. Who's to say you won't renege on your promise after I've done my part in our deal. And worst, kill me to silence a witness in this whole misfortune.

Forgive me for my impudence but I am only securing my continued existence in this world.” I proclaimed as I looked intently in the eyes of the woman before me.

She was still ostensibly calm at this point but I dared not imagine what hid behind this wicked witch's façade. I was quite sure at this moment that this was the flame summon in all authenticity.

The true body of the city lord was maybe concealed somewhere else within this city and perhaps even out there in the vastness of this wide extensive world.

”You are very nigh from death yourself, Shaman. I think you can forecast that yourself. Please choose your words carefully from now on.”

”Or else what, city lord? You'll torment me? Is that it?”

”Close but not quite. I have other means to make you talk rather than the barbaric ways of your imagination, my dear Shaman.”

”Do it then and we'll see how much information you can get out of me.” This was my last calm words before I shivered in extreme heat instantaneously after.

”If that is so. Then please excuse my rudeness, my dear Shaman.” HAHAHA! There was really something wrong in this woman's head.

”Thank you for the invitation, my dear city lord. But perhaps another day. Farewell!”

At least I had thrown the last words before the scene rearranged themselves with a simple command using my thoughts.

”You still have one more patient left to see, Master Clone No. 9,364,711,813,098.” Here we go again. HAHAHA!

I chose this part in my history because of my laziness to waste time in rehashing what was done. If I was a little more hopeless than what I already am, I would have returned back to my ten years in space.

But that would solve nothing and get me nil of progress to show my master. And that particular creator was nothing but an aggregate representation of kindness and leniency.

The memory of my recycled kin ran clearly in my mind even to this very day. That horrible scene gave me waking nightmares every time I recall it with vivid clarity.

”Greetings, City Lord!” Sister Roselyn was the first one to react and properly treated the newcomer with profound respect.

But at this time, an unexpected change occurred that deviated from the three times I relived this moment.