Chapter 37 The unlucky Tatara (1/2)
Chapter 37 The unlucky Tatara
Translator: Tchu
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When he met his so-called mortal enemy, his eyes started to turn red.
This skinny and wretched fellow was of course Tatara that Shaar met in Primal Wildfire when he first descended the mountain. Talking about it, it could be said that this unlucky low-level magician would have “struck gold” when he meet our Shaar.
When Tatara recognized Shaar, his eyes immediately widened and stared at him dumbfounded while a fire could be seen burning inside his eyes. One his cheek started twitching uncontrollably, his eyelid started jittering and his teeth were making a chattering sound……
Finally, Tatara suddenly roared: “You little bastard have put me through endless misery!!”
Bursting out in anger and violence, Tatara stretched out his arms while maliciously aiming towards Shaar’s neck with his both arms and throwing his body against Shaar.
Shaar was a little puzzled ……Yes he did rob this guy’s robe.
However, it was only a robe.
Right now, this fellow was clenching his jaw so tight, like he wanted to rip out the flesh from his body from hate – Come on man, it was just a robe. I have not sullied your ancestral grave nor did I snatch your wife……
However, when he saw this wretched fellow exploding in anger with reddened eyes, he felt somewhat guilty. Still sitting on the ground while hugging the pitiful creature with one hand and the other underneath her body, he was caught in a strange spot. Throwing himself on Shaar, Tatara used both his hand to strangle Shaar’s neck and shook. In an almost tearful voice he said: “You made my life miserable! You made my life miserable! Bastard! Bastard!!”
Back to his senses, Shaar casually grabbed the other party. After all, against this monster in human form, how could this thin and lowly magician hurt him? Tatara was as weak as a kitten and could not even make Shaar feel that his neck was currently strangled. Shaar’s muscle on his neck felt as solid and hard as rock in Tatara’s hand.
Finally out of strength, Tatara soon collapsed to the ground while breathing heavily.
Shaar could not help but ask him out of kindness: “Ehm ……What happened to you?”
What happened?
Tatara stared at Shaar with a bitter face……
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To be fair, Tatara had every reason to hate this hillbilly and ……the reason was extremely serious!
Since the day he met this hillbilly in Primal Wildfire Town, the life of Tatara turned into a nightmare.
This seemingly simple wildling hillbilly, personally gave Tatara a vivid lesson in “No decent people in Primal Wildfire Town” and took away his most priced belonging – that fur lined robe from Tatara.
Although getting a fur lined robe stolen was somewhat embarrassing, however for Tatara this kind of item was not of much value. The problem was that when this hillbilly stole the robe, there was a crucial item inside!
The magician badge!!
The badge was oval shaped with the size of a copper coin and it looked like a button – in fact, this naïve hillbilly indeed regarded it as a button and did not know that this badge was 100 times more valuable that the robe! If he had known this earlier, this hillbilly would not have sold the robe for such a low price.
The magician badge was Tatara’s only and most important life insurance!!
On the continent, whether it was the Odin Empire, or the Byzantine Empire, magicians would always be vigorously recruited by the ruling class. In other words, the magician community was part of the privileged class.
Although Tatara’s strength was low, he travelled from the Royal Capital until Primal Wildfire Town without any incident by relying on this magician badge to act as a talisman.