Chapter 467 - Registration
The grim subject caused everyone to go silent again.
Nausica simply smoked her pipe and went over her own mind while hiding her face behind the smoke cloud. Shan had finished repairing Gank’s arm. The girl was sitting next to the campfire while hugging her knees to her chest, staring into the light.
“Will you join too?” Nausica suddenly asked.
She wasn’t looking at anyone, but they all knew who the question was directed at.
“I will,” said Angor.
“Then I have all the more reason to go as well. I can’t remain still while watching you improve.”
Angor could see Nausica’s plain look across the dissipating smoke. Her eyes looked more even more determined than ever.
“This blood mark restricts Gank’s actions. He must stay with the guarantor who carries this certificate.”
“Someone from an unknown plane will not have a mark, right?”
“Correct. In this case, that traveler is ‘illegal’ even if a wizard brought him or her here.”
Angor nodded in enlightenment. He thought “registration” was only some paperwork. Now it seemed there was more to it. Just like Shan said, registration was like enslaving someone.
He realized he wouldn’t be helping Jon in this way. There was probably no wizards who actually explored Earth before. And besides, Angor didn’t want such a slave mark on Jon. Even if someone got registered, there were people like Saladin who would break the rules.
Angor tried to ask something else while pretending he was only looking for conversations. “I heard such travelers get expelled by the world’s consciousness. They get weaker and ill, but it didn’t happen to Gank?”
“Weaker, yes. But not really ill. At least not for brutes. Supernaturals don’t get ill easily. Only mortal bodies will.”
“Ohh…” Angor nodded. “That’s why Balba looks fine. He’s a half-blood brute…”
Of course, he said that aloud to divert people’s attention.
When Angor left them and walked through Timber Pub, he attracted everyone’s gaze again. The two people who assaulted him earlier were lying on the floor motionless, while a man in a brown-checkered tail suit was examining them.
A whispering patron told Angor that this man was the owner of the pub. A wizard, to be precise.
The man looked up at Angor while his eyes glimmered with intelligence. “I see. You’re that man’s student.”
Angor bowed politely.
“I think I see what happened here. They were the ones looking for trouble.” He moved away to let Angor leave.
I guess being famous isn’t all about bad things? Angor thought while walking toward the street outside.