23 Chapter 12: Message of Ligh (1/2)

The crispy autumn winds hit Magnus full on as he traveled down the busy streets of Exastrand, it was only thanks to the ever constant heat from the Mouintainbelly that Magnus didn't have to wear heavy clothing.

It was pure genius, constantly lighting the forges of the Mouintainbelly, the Starry Mountains laid far off into the north where it was always cold and chilly. Heating the mountain itself just made living here that much more bearable.

Magnus pushed and shoved his way through the crowds, the place was always crawling with people no matter the hour of the day.

Whether it be the commoners or guilders, everybody traveled down the same streets getting to and from their destinations. However, you could still identify one from the other; the commoners were wearing plain trousers and tunics or in the female population case, a simple one piece dress. On the other hand, the guilders were wearing different assortments of clothing like trousers, vests, sashes, robes, and turbans.

Magnus passed caramel, grey, or black colored buildings which lined the streets and were all made of stones from the mountain that we lived on, some more ancient buildings were built into the mountain itself. Set before the building where street carts lined with goods and products, as the owners shouted and yelled their wares.

The young practitioner was already getting sick and tired of the crowded streets, two brats already tried to reach for his coin purse and he had to chase them off with a cuff to the ears. He decided to make this easier on himself and at the same time save himself the trouble and time by taking some short cuts.

Making his way into an alleyway littered with vagabonds, Magnus held tightly on to his dagger which he got from Bulut, yesterday. The occupants gave Magnus a clear way once they say he was armed with forged steel.

He then cut through a back passage, climbed on to a roof, jumped across a few buildings, slipped underneath a path, and tightroped down a narrow lane.

In under a few minutes Magnus finally made it to his destination, these last few moon turns he made it his goal to know this city like the back of his hand and now it looked like it was paying off.

Magnus jumped off the roof he was on then rolled as he landed, he dusted himself up and turned on to the alleyway that the tavern was hidden in. As he walked into the alleyway, Magnus bumped into another person who was walking out of the alleyway.

Once they collided it was Magnus who fell back on to the ground right on his ass, he looked up from his spot and gazed up at the person he crashed into. The person turned out to be a middle aged man with mountain folk features in a long priest robe with a book held in his left hand. He had short cropped white hair, black deep set eyes, a clean shaven narrow face, and a lanky figure.

Magnus did not have a clue with what the hell is going on with all these diverse colored hairs and eyes. At first, he thought it was dye, a cultural thing that they did in this world, but he washed his head plenty of times and it is still an azure shade of blue.

So the only way to identify different types of people in this world is by their skin tone, going by their hair or eye color is no way to go at all.

”Oh, my apologies, my boy, I was not watching where I was going,” the man said, as he bent forward a bit towards Magnus and held out the hand which was empty.

Magnus did not take the offered arm considering that he was no longer the trusting sort and got up by himself, just so the man did not take it the wrong way, Magnus said. ”It is alright, I was also not watching where I was going and I did not see you there.”

Seeing that no harm was done, and no reason to stick around to waste everyone's time, Magnus walked around the man and headed off to his final destination. However before he could take even a few steps the man called out to him, ”My boy, I was wondering if I could share with you the light of our new church?”

Magnus spun around to look at what he now knew for sure was a priest with one of his eyebrows raised. Magnus was never a religious sort, he could say that he fell into the atheist group.

God was never at the forefront of his thoughts and he/she never played a part in his life. If he was some hateful bastard, he would have been blaming god for the situation he was in back on earth or even the one he is in now.

However, he knew that it was not by some divine mandate that he could not work as a mech builder or that he is an orphan right now. It was thanks to a green hat asshole that he lost his license and it was thanks to no good parents that he is a street urchin.

Furthermore it sure as hell will not be by some divine hand that he gets out of this hopeless state, it will be by his strength and guile that he will make it out.

Anyways, the people of this world also fall into this bracket, they do not follow any god or practice any religion. Only a few strange folks worship the founders and that isn't even an organized thing since some holy book does not exist or there are not some teachings to follow.

That is why it is surprising seeing a priest, preaching some new religion, it truly is something you don't see that often.

Nevertheless, Magnus was not interested and that is what he voiced, ”Thank you, priest, but I got to be somewhere so maybe another time.”

With that statement, Magnus tried to walk off, however, once more he was stopped by the priest and this time the man decided to get all physical. Magnus frowned down at the hand resting on his shoulder, he tried to be polite to the man by not having to say no to him, and this is how he gets repaid.

”It will take only a few moments, my boy, and I promise it will be worth it. The message of light is awe-inspiring and will take your breath away,” the priest said either not noticing the irritation on Magnus's face or merely ignoring it.

Magnus shoved the hand off his shoulder, he decided to make it very clear to the priest that he was not fucking interested. There was no reason to go nuclear... yet, the priest was naturally just doing his job, preaching, even if Magnus was not too keen about it.

”Look, buddy, I am not into this whole religion stuff, so maybe try somebody else, huh?” Magnus asked, but it was clear that it was more of an order than a question.

Despite the clear disinterest that Magnus showed or more accurately what little fucks he gave about what the man was peddling, the priest was still relentless. ”This is not any old religion that appears every odd century, my boy, this is something more! The message of light will change your life forever, you will be graced by the lord of light himself.”

Magnus tune out the man as he kept going at it, now this was not even funny anymore. It was obvious that the priest will only be taking one answer, a yes!

Magnus was not going to regret what was about to happen one bit, he hated how the man kept on saying, my boy, it just sounded so patronising and to be honest he did not like the vibe he was getting from the man.

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”Look here asshole, I do not know how to get this across to your thick skull, but I do not care about your new religion nor am I interested in learning more about it. Go shove it up somebody else's ass.”

This time Magnus hoped his message got across loud and clear, but that did not look like it would be the case. Magnus saw the hand reaching out for him, before it could touch him, Magnus grabbed the hand in a vise grip and bent it the fingers backward.

Immediately results came through as the priest fell onto his knees while Magnus loomed over him still with the man's hands in his grip.

”What the hell is wrong with you, man, huh? Can you not understand me? I am not interested in what you got.” Magnus shouted at the man as he lost all patience with the man.

”You must receive the message of light,” the man said, completely ignoring Magnus and the situation he was in.

Magnus frowned down at the man, the anger he was feeling disapparated and confusion took its place. He peered more closely at him and what caught his attention was the man's eyes, that cleared all his confusion and bewilderment.

The man was a zealot, pure and simple, the mad gleam of over enthusiasm in his eyes gave him away, now Magnus was uncertain with what he should do with him. It is evident that he will not give up until Magnus accepted this message of light he was going on about.

Magnus took out his dagger from his it's sheath and held it in the light, once the man saw the pure glint of cold steel he finally shut up. Now, something other than his religion was worrying him, his life.

”My boy, there... is no reason t-.. to get furies. That is th- the demons influencing you,” the priest said in a shaky voice, making his fear evident.

”Oh, please just shut up,” Magnus said in annoyance as held the dagger ready to strike.

”Alright, i- I will leave you along,” the priest said now really freaked out.