Magic Shop System

In the darkness, about four campfires burned and crackled, lightning the surrounding. While the large shadows of trees and humans — man and woman — and tents and carriages and occasional bats that swam in the sky this way and that danced on the ground as the flame illuminated the space. 

They could hear the roars and howls of wild animals from time to time. However, no one paid much attention to them as they weren't concerned about it. A small matter, there weren't any powerful magical creatures in this place. 

Around one of the campfires a group of people sat, man and woman, both included. They talked from time to time as they ate roasted doe that hung at the centre of the fire. Elora munched on the leg piece and praised it. "Hmmm, this is sooo gooood."

 "I know, right?" Zelie wasn't any better. Sucking her fingers clean. 

 Kadyn shook his head at the comical display of two girls and drank the water from his waterskin and then passed to others. They also finished. Kadyn looked at Patriarch Irabel and Grym and Hayla and said. "Thanks for inviting us to dine with you."

 "Oh, please," Patriarch Irable shrugged. "We are travelling together. So it's natural that we take care of each other. Isn't that right?"

 "Of course," Kadyn nodded. Then he stood up along with everyone else and gestured towards three figures politely. "Then we will take our leaves."

 Patriarch Irable nodded as Kadyn's group headed towards their tents. They have built three large tents. Elora and Zelie went into one and Kadyn and Khrom in another and Hot Rod and Dion went into the third — and last — tent. As for the drivers of the carriages, they were sleeping inside the carriages that were standing at the centre of the camp.

 Patriarch Irabel and Grym and Hayla stared at the fading backs with mocking expressions. "This went fairly well." Hayla — who never spoke all this time — said with her husky voice. Then she looked at her Grym and chuckled. "It seems you will be able to fulfil your desire this time. That arrogant girl would pay the price for her arrogance."

 Grym curled his lips but remained silent. Patriarch Irabel frowned and said. "I'm worried about Hot Rod. He is Rank 1 Magus. What if it doesn't work on him? That would foil our plan."

 "Even if it doesn't work completely on him, he would still be no match for you at that time, father." Grym snickered. "We just need to lower his fighting power. He would be nothing but a punching bag. Even I would be able to slaughter him as easy as a pig."

 "Brother is correct, father. He won't be able to fight you with his full strength — even if the drug failed to knock him down." Hayla said confidently. Then she looked at her brother and leaned closer to him. "I saw you were peeking at Elora as well. They are staying in the same tent. Do you want…"

 Grym's breath became uneven as soon as she mentioned Elora. Yes, that girl was no less beautiful than Zelie or his sister. He glanced towards the camping area and a heated look appeared on his face. He wanted to ravage both of them together.

 Hayla snickered seeing her brother's reaction. She knew him too well.

 At this moment a vicious light flashed in Patriarch Irabel's eyes and he whispered. "You dare to insult me because of your daughter. I'll see your expression when you realise what happened to your precious daughter. Your pride would become the biggest disgrace for you." He said through his clenched teeth as he grasped towards the sky with his hand and formed a fist.

 Hayla glanced at her wristwatch and said. "It would take around twenty minutes to affect. Ten minutes have passed."

 "Just wait a little longer." Patriarch snorted when he saw his son's impatient expression. Grym shrugged, noticing his father's gaze and continued to wait.

 When the time was over, Hayla chuckled at her brother. "It is time." She glanced at her father and brother and stood up. "I will be going, then. Have a great time." She winked at her brother and scrambled towards her tent.

 Patriarch Irabel looked at his son and said, "Go, I'll watch out of the tent. And be sure to take a few pictures." As he said he revealed a line of teeth inside his mouth as he licked her lips. 

"After killing her we can say that she was killed by bandits. Barret, however, would accuse us at that time, but we have our own connections and he won't be able to do anything to us. He could only resort to desperate measures at that time. This kind of video or photo will come in handy in such a condition. He won't want us to show the scandal of his dead daughter to everyone, would he?"

 Father and son duo cackled triumphantly as if the victory was already in their pockets. Then Grym eyed his father and asked. "What about Kadyn and his people… and Elora?" as he said the last name he licked his lips pervertedly.

 "Of course, they have to die at the hands of the bandits." He snickered. Then he curled his lips and went on. "As for that girl, you have to kill her as well. After all, we can't leave any loose ends. However, before that, you can do whatever you want to her. The path to Orddnono is long and tiring. I would also like to have some enjoyment."

 Grym grinned and stood up. Then he walked towards the tent in which Elora and Zelie were sleeping. Patriarch also followed from behind. But when they reached outside the tent he stopped while Grym looked at him and entered the tent with a jubilant expression. 

Today his wish would come true. He would be able to fuck that arrogant bitch. She dared to reject me and insult my father and my family. Today I will ravage you under me and let you understand that no one can insult Palius, not you, not anyone else. He entered the tent with those thoughts while Patriarch Irabel remained outside.

 Two minutes later, the weird noises started to come out of the tent.

"Mmmmhhhh…"

 "Ahhhhmmmmm…"

 "Puh!"

 "Puh! Puh!"

 "Puh! Puh! Puh!'

 "Mmmm!"

 Patriarch Irabel chuckled and shook his head and then murmured. "Youngsters are really full of energy."

 After that, he sat on the ground with the help of the tree near him. Then a cold gust of wind passed and sent a chill through his body. "Damn, it's already starting to get cold. A few days later it would become unbearable in the open." 

The trees rustled and danced with the wind, leaves felt as if they were singing a melody. The noise of insects came from all directions. But the occasional roars would frighten them from time to time. Only after waiting for a little while did they start chattering again.

In the meantime, quite a few servants came after hearing the noise as they wanted to know what was going on. However, Patriarch Irabel chased them away. Afterwards, no one dared to come near Elora and Zelie's tent.

 He looked towards Kadyn's tent and then at the Hot Rod's tent and shook his head. Even Hot Rod was unaffected by the drug. It seemed that Hot Rod had fallen asleep. The drug might not work fully on him, but it would definitely affect him somewhat. Otherwise, he would have already come to check after hearing such a loud moan. As for Kadyn and Khrom — he never put them in his eyes. In the eyes of Spell Caster, Elementary Mage was nothing.

 "Should I finish Hot Rod while I have a chance?" he muttered and a glint shone in his eyes. "It would be bad if he woke up and realised what happened to Zelie. At that time it would be hard to deal with him. The gap isn't that big in between us after all." Then he stood up and decided to finish the trouble as soon as possible.

 "Mhhmmm!"

 "Puh! Puh! Puh!"

 Patriarch looked towards Elora's tent and shook his head. The moans were intensifying continuously. He headed towards Hot Rod's tent with careful steps. He stood outside and examined his surroundings before entering inside. 

"What?!" he cried in shock. "Where are they?" No one was inside. His eyes widened in horror and terror filled his face as his body trembled with anxiety and fear. Then he dashed out of the tent and went towards Elora and Zelie's tent. The moaning sounds of a girl and a boy still could be heard.

 Without deliberation, he barged into the tent. He looked at the scene in front of him with a trembling heart. His eyes turned red and muscles tremble while rage gushed out of his mouth in the form of a roar. "What the hell are you doing?!"