45 Visiting Hoemis (2/2)
”Humans are like Samians. They evolved from monkeys. Maybe not as strong as me, but I'm sure some are strong,” Karl replied.
”Weird, I've never heard of another race that evolved from monkeys.”
”Alright, that's enough of a break, go back to training,” Hoemis told Zeno and Lionell.
The two nodded and went back to the training dummies to continue their training.
”They look like they'll be strong,” Karl said.
”That's what I'm planning to happen,” Hoemis replied.
”Oh yeah, I have something to tell you. Remember the Lord of the Skies?”
Hoemis nodded. ”Yeah? He's planning an attack on the Ancient Ones, right?”
”Yup. There's another problem. Demons from the afterlife are planning an escape, and Adum says it's inevitable.”
Hoemis cocked his head to the side. ”Demons? What's that?”
”Evil beings that died and were sentenced by Adum in the afterlife for a long time. They are very powerful and have access to mana called Demonic Mana,” Karl replied.
”So what should I do?” Hoemis asked. ”Should I just stay put?”
”Keep an eye out. They can look like anything, but they'll always have black eyes and horns. Also, their mana will always be a deep crimson.”
Hoemis nodded. ”Ok, I'll keep an eye out.” Hoemis watched his students train, their faces and bodies covered in sweat. ”So what are you going to do, for now, master?”
Karl shrugged his shoulders. ”I don't know. I want to relax right now.”
”Hmm, well, I'm going to go and train my students, ok?”
”Go ahead, and you don't need to ask for my permission.”
Hoemis went back to his students and watched their training, giving them pointers whenever he saw they needed help.
Karl sat down cross-legged, watching the training session. It was quite relaxing, and it made him feel like an older man. It also felt cool that he was a god and he was disguised as an old man.
In the workshop of Mutyx, Mutyx was busy selling and forging weapons. Fortunately, Garrik was there to help him out, his assistant.
As Mutyx was forging a sword, he called Garrik over. ”Garrik, come over here.”
Garrik heard his master call his name and immediately went to his side. ”Yes, master?”
Mutyx continued hammering the steel as he spoke, ”We're leaving tonight once we're finished with today's sales.”
Garrik was surprised. ”Leaving? Why are we leaving? What of the shop?”
”I want ta build something ye see. A floating ship. Dinna worry aboot tha shop, and it's nae going anywhere.” Mutyx finished forging the sword and got to work on the next one.
”Floating ship? What for?” Garrik was confused. What was a god going to do with a floating ship?