Chapter 231: Unfortunate Tamor
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His knees were brought together and only kept separate by his fingers which he had entwined together, and though he tried to tense his body, hoping to steady it, it did nothing to stop his legs from trembling.
All these described a tall lanky man, he had white spots on his dark hair telling of his experience, but his vibrant eyes told of the energy that he still had within him.
Though vibrant, the man's eyes didn't tell of joy or happiness, but of fear, heart-gripping fear.
Tulna Tamor was this man's name, a moderately rich trader who had been on the road traveling to trade his goods.
Wine, gold, and rare stones were what Tamor traded, these items always being in demand and fetching him excellent profits, and the best thing about them was their lack of interest to real cultivators.
With his usual protection of several level 1 and 2 mortals especially two level 3 mortals, Tamor had no worries concerning his travels
This time, due to the tourist attractions that one of his destinations held, the man had decided to bring along his family of two wives with him, and in his interest of security had higher two more guards, one of them being a level 4 mortal.
He had begun his journey someday ago, a feeling of happiness and pride feeling him whenever he watched his guards, make a mockery out of the idiotic bandits that tried to attack his caravan.
This morning he had woken up with a smile, one further enhanced by the actions of his wives.
The morning had gone wall, a peaceful journey for the man, and then the evening was also about to end well when everything just had to go wrong.
Two beggars had been reported to be on the road, vehemently blocking their path.
Tamor had ordered for them to be given some food and then kicked away, yet minutes later one of the guards had called him to come outside, and that was when he had met the two bastards who were currently sitting before him.
Coming out of his carriage and seeing all the powerful guards he had bled money for, down on their knees, kneeling to the two bastards, Tamor had no choice but to listen to their commands.
Now here he was in his favorite black-covered carriage, trembling all over while the two bastards sat opposite him.
Tamor though protected by an eye-opening group of cultivators wasn't a slouch either, boasting a level 4 mortal cultivation, Tamor had seen his fair share of few battles and could at the very least handle being in the presence of those monstrous cultivators.
Sitting in the presence of the two bustards shouldn't have scared him so much, except that it did, and that was due to his current actions.
Though he sat with his hands clamped between his knees, Tamor couldn't do anything to stop his nose from scrunching up, an action resulting from the odor oozing off the pair before him.
In truth, the people before Tamor didn't' exactly paint a scary image.
The woman who currently had her head rested on the back of her seat and sleeping was quite a beauty and other than her pale complexion and smell, Tamor found himself attracted to her, a feeling that thankfully died every time he stared at the young man beside her.
Just like the woman, the young man gave off no feeling of malice, but his blood-covered pants gave him the chills.
Occasionally raising his head and peeking at the much younger man who was having cup after cup of his wine, Tamor couldn't help but worry.
The way the man's eyes had lingered on his wives earlier filled him with fear, and watching him now drinking with relish filled Tamor's mind with horrible scenes.
It was general knowledge how unreasonable men could be when drunk, and though Tamor hoped the woman beside him could rein him in, observing her current state and the man's lack of care for it, Tamor further sank into despair labeling the woman as a victim.
"Damn your wine is good," Seth said," bring me another one".
Seth's words kicked Tamor out of his thoughts, making the man jump, but before he could reply Seth, the woman beside him spoke.
"Seth stop bullying the old man and wasting his goods," Irene said, looking at Seth with weary eyes and then proceeding to rest her head on his shoulders.
"I'm not wasting them, Irene, I genuinely enjoy the flavor of the wine," Seth said.
"Then pay for them," Irene said even as she had her eye closed, her words leaving Seth snorting, as he thought about how poor they both were at the moment.
"There is no need to bother yourself with paying, for tired guests like you, I recommend only the best of wines. If you please excuse me" Tamor said and quickly rushed out of the moving carriage which stopped moving seconds later
"You're a bully," Irene said in an accusatory tone.
"I never said I wasn't" Seth pointed out, Irene only letting out s sigh as she made herself comfortable.
Minutes later Tomar returned with a jar, quickly using it to fill up Seth's cup.
"Thank you for the wine Tomar," Irene said in place of Seth who had already begun gobbling it.
"It's no problem, serving you is my honor miss…" Tomar asked in inquiry, though within him he was trembling in anticipation.
Hearing his words, Irene opened her eyes and stared at Tamor, the man unable to stare her in the eye and quickly looking down.
"Vleren Irene".
"One should be careful who they make acquaintance with" Iren suddenly said, her words wiping the smile off Tamor's
"Of course, relationships should only be made with the most honorable of people such as yourselves," Tamor said with a strained smile.
"True" Irene also said with a smile.
"Well then seeing as we're no longer strangers, I trust there is no reason for us to keep you here is here?"
"Of course not," Tamor said with a smile, bowing his head and quickly getting off the carriage.
"Friends huh," Seth said as he took down a gulp.
"Something like that, it's the least we can do given how much of his wine you've consumed" Irene berated staring at the empty jugs stacked in the corner.
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His knees were brought together and only kept separate by his fingers which he had entwined together, and though he tried to tense his body, hoping to steady it, it did nothing to stop his legs from trembling.
All these described a tall lanky man, he had white spots on his dark hair telling of his experience, but his vibrant eyes told of the energy that he still had within him.
Though vibrant, the man's eyes didn't tell of joy or happiness, but of fear, heart-gripping fear.
Tulna Tamor was this man's name, a moderately rich trader who had been on the road traveling to trade his goods.
Wine, gold, and rare stones were what Tamor traded, these items always being in demand and fetching him excellent profits, and the best thing about them was their lack of interest to real cultivators.
With his usual protection of several level 1 and 2 mortals especially two level 3 mortals, Tamor had no worries concerning his travels
This time, due to the tourist attractions that one of his destinations held, the man had decided to bring along his family of two wives with him, and in his interest of security had higher two more guards, one of them being a level 4 mortal.
He had begun his journey someday ago, a feeling of happiness and pride feeling him whenever he watched his guards, make a mockery out of the idiotic bandits that tried to attack his caravan.
This morning he had woken up with a smile, one further enhanced by the actions of his wives.
The morning had gone wall, a peaceful journey for the man, and then the evening was also about to end well when everything just had to go wrong.
Two beggars had been reported to be on the road, vehemently blocking their path.
Tamor had ordered for them to be given some food and then kicked away, yet minutes later one of the guards had called him to come outside, and that was when he had met the two bastards who were currently sitting before him.
Coming out of his carriage and seeing all the powerful guards he had bled money for, down on their knees, kneeling to the two bastards, Tamor had no choice but to listen to their commands.
Now here he was in his favorite black-covered carriage, trembling all over while the two bastards sat opposite him.
Tamor though protected by an eye-opening group of cultivators wasn't a slouch either, boasting a level 4 mortal cultivation, Tamor had seen his fair share of few battles and could at the very least handle being in the presence of those monstrous cultivators.
Sitting in the presence of the two bustards shouldn't have scared him so much, except that it did, and that was due to his current actions.
Though he sat with his hands clamped between his knees, Tamor couldn't do anything to stop his nose from scrunching up, an action resulting from the odor oozing off the pair before him.
In truth, the people before Tamor didn't' exactly paint a scary image.
The woman who currently had her head rested on the back of her seat and sleeping was quite a beauty and other than her pale complexion and smell, Tamor found himself attracted to her, a feeling that thankfully died every time he stared at the young man beside her.
Just like the woman, the young man gave off no feeling of malice, but his blood-covered pants gave him the chills.
Occasionally raising his head and peeking at the much younger man who was having cup after cup of his wine, Tamor couldn't help but worry.
The way the man's eyes had lingered on his wives earlier filled him with fear, and watching him now drinking with relish filled Tamor's mind with horrible scenes.
It was general knowledge how unreasonable men could be when drunk, and though Tamor hoped the woman beside him could rein him in, observing her current state and the man's lack of care for it, Tamor further sank into despair labeling the woman as a victim.
"Damn your wine is good," Seth said," bring me another one".
Seth's words kicked Tamor out of his thoughts, making the man jump, but before he could reply Seth, the woman beside him spoke.
"Seth stop bullying the old man and wasting his goods," Irene said, looking at Seth with weary eyes and then proceeding to rest her head on his shoulders.
"I'm not wasting them, Irene, I genuinely enjoy the flavor of the wine," Seth said.
"Then pay for them," Irene said even as she had her eye closed, her words leaving Seth snorting, as he thought about how poor they both were at the moment.
"There is no need to bother yourself with paying, for tired guests like you, I recommend only the best of wines. If you please excuse me" Tamor said and quickly rushed out of the moving carriage which stopped moving seconds later
"You're a bully," Irene said in an accusatory tone.
"I never said I wasn't" Seth pointed out, Irene only letting out s sigh as she made herself comfortable.
Minutes later Tomar returned with a jar, quickly using it to fill up Seth's cup.
"Thank you for the wine Tomar," Irene said in place of Seth who had already begun gobbling it.
"It's no problem, serving you is my honor miss…" Tomar asked in inquiry, though within him he was trembling in anticipation.
Hearing his words, Irene opened her eyes and stared at Tamor, the man unable to stare her in the eye and quickly looking down.
"Vleren Irene".
"One should be careful who they make acquaintance with" Iren suddenly said, her words wiping the smile off Tamor's
"Of course, relationships should only be made with the most honorable of people such as yourselves," Tamor said with a strained smile.
"True" Irene also said with a smile.
"Well then seeing as we're no longer strangers, I trust there is no reason for us to keep you here is here?"
"Of course not," Tamor said with a smile, bowing his head and quickly getting off the carriage.
"Friends huh," Seth said as he took down a gulp.
"Something like that, it's the least we can do given how much of his wine you've consumed" Irene berated staring at the empty jugs stacked in the corner.
His knees were brought together and only kept separate by his fingers which he had entwined together, and though he tried to tense his body, hoping to steady it, it did nothing to stop his legs from trembling.All these described a tall lanky man, he had white spots on his dark hair telling of his experience, but his vibrant eyes told of the energy that he still had within him.Though vibrant, the man's eyes didn't tell of joy or happiness, but of fear, heart-gripping fear.Tulna Tamor was this man's name, a moderately rich trader who had been on the road traveling to trade his goods.Wine, gold, and rare stones were what Tamor traded, these items always being in demand and fetching him excellent profits, and the best thing about them was their lack of interest to real cultivators.With his usual protection of several level 1 and 2 mortals especially two level 3 mortals, Tamor had no worries concerning his travelsThis time, due to the tourist attractions that one of his destinations held, the man had decided to bring along his family of two wives with him, and in his interest of security had higher two more guards, one of them being a level 4 mortal.He had begun his journey someday ago, a feeling of happiness and pride feeling him whenever he watched his guards, make a mockery out of the idiotic bandits that tried to attack his caravan.This morning he had woken up with a smile, one further enhanced by the actions of his wives.The morning had gone wall, a peaceful journey for the man, and then the evening was also about to end well when everything just had to go wrong.Two beggars had been reported to be on the road, vehemently blocking their path.Tamor had ordered for them to be given some food and then kicked away, yet minutes later one of the guards had called him to come outside, and that was when he had met the two bastards who were currently sitting before him.Coming out of his carriage and seeing all the powerful guards he had bled money for, down on their knees, kneeling to the two bastards, Tamor had no choice but to listen to their commands.Now here he was in his favorite black-covered carriage, trembling all over while the two bastards sat opposite him.Tamor though protected by an eye-opening group of cultivators wasn't a slouch either, boasting a level 4 mortal cultivation, Tamor had seen his fair share of few battles and could at the very least handle being in the presence of those monstrous cultivators.Sitting in the presence of the two bustards shouldn't have scared him so much, except that it did, and that was due to his current actions.Though he sat with his hands clamped between his knees, Tamor couldn't do anything to stop his nose from scrunching up, an action resulting from the odor oozing off the pair before him.In truth, the people before Tamor didn't' exactly paint a scary image.The woman who currently had her head rested on the back of her seat and sleeping was quite a beauty and other than her pale complexion and smell, Tamor found himself attracted to her, a feeling that thankfully died every time he stared at the young man beside her.Just like the woman, the young man gave off no feeling of malice, but his blood-covered pants gave him the chills.Occasionally raising his head and peeking at the much younger man who was having cup after cup of his wine, Tamor couldn't help but worry.The way the man's eyes had lingered on his wives earlier filled him with fear, and watching him now drinking with relish filled Tamor's mind with horrible scenes.It was general knowledge how unreasonable men could be when drunk, and though Tamor hoped the woman beside him could rein him in, observing her current state and the man's lack of care for it, Tamor further sank into despair labeling the woman as a victim."Damn your wine is good," Seth said," bring me another one".Seth's words kicked Tamor out of his thoughts, making the man jump, but before he could reply Seth, the woman beside him spoke."Seth stop bullying the old man and wasting his goods," Irene said, looking at Seth with weary eyes and then proceeding to rest her head on his shoulders."I'm not wasting them, Irene, I genuinely enjoy the flavor of the wine," Seth said."Then pay for them," Irene said even as she had her eye closed, her words leaving Seth snorting, as he thought about how poor they both were at the moment."There is no need to bother yourself with paying, for tired guests like you, I recommend only the best of wines. If you please excuse me" Tamor said and quickly rushed out of the moving carriage which stopped moving seconds later"You're a bully," Irene said in an accusatory tone."I never said I wasn't" Seth pointed out, Irene only letting out s sigh as she made herself comfortable. Minutes later Tomar returned with a jar, quickly using it to fill up Seth's cup."Thank you for the wine Tomar," Irene said in place of Seth who had already begun gobbling it."It's no problem, serving you is my honor miss" Tomar asked in inquiry, though within him he was trembling in anticipation.Hearing his words, Irene opened her eyes and stared at Tamor, the man unable to stare her in the eye and quickly looking down."Vleren Irene"."One should be careful who they make acquaintance with" Iren suddenly said, her words wiping the smile off Tamor's"Of course, relationships should only be made with the most honorable of people such as yourselves," Tamor said with a strained smile."True" Irene also said with a smile."Well then seeing as we're no longer strangers, I trust there is no reason for us to keep you here is here?""Of course not," Tamor said with a smile, bowing his head and quickly getting off the carriage."Friends huh," Seth said as he took down a gulp."Something like that, it's the least we can do given how much of his wine you've consumed" Irene berated staring at the empty jugs stacked in the corner.
