Tales Of Schaduw: The Half - Elf

Ch. 93 – Sebongkah Stone

“Could you need help?” ask me in silence.

I still don't get any answers. The fog might dampen my voice so it can't be heard by him.

I ventured to reach it. But I hesitated a little, several times I pulled out my hand.

“What are you doing?” said someone who emerged from the puff of fog, his voice sounded heavy and raucous like the voice of grandfathers.

“Why are you talking to a rock?” coined.

I focused my eyes to find the figure, this fog was very disturbing.

The figure began to be clearly visible, from the beard and the clothes he was wearing was not wrong it was Grandpa Hork.

“Thank you're still alive, Kek, I don't know what else to do if you follow me lost in this fog,” I said, whining to him

“What do you do,” reply Grandpa Hork.

He stayed away from me, because I wanted to hug him and make sure it was really the Big Brother Hork I knew, not a monster.

“Hiks... hiks.. I am really afraid of losing you too Kek,” I said as I wiped the tears that flowed without my command, snot also filled my nose.

”Not playing scared of me after opening my eyes and not finding anyone around me,”.

Then I explained how I could find it downstream. I followed the footsteps made by him, until I finally found a faint red glow.

“I approached the light which turned out to be a bonfire and the lucky one I met him,” I added while pointing a glimpse of the shadow of someone sitting.

“Sadly he did not respond to my words, even though I have asked several times.”

“Oh young man can I ask you something?” said Grandpa Hork with a serious look.

“There's a strange Cake?” my many.

“No... Nothing strange, I just want to ask if you've picked up your brain when it fell from the horse,” he asked while glaring at me.

“Are you no longer able to distinguish between a human being with a piece of stone.” he said once again, this time with a pressing tone.

Grandfather Hork cast wind magic to get rid of some fog and clearly show the figure in front of me.

I was surprised and looked stupid, because I was talking to a stone.

The stone shadow did look small so I thought it was like a person sitting down with his head down.

“Sorry if I don't realize it,” reply I smile small.

Grandpa Hork sighed looking at my bashful-looking behavior because the incident was quite ridiculous if I remembered back.

I asked him why he left me.

While I was sitting alone to look for the existence of the energy of friends in a flat-tipped stone, although a little sloping.

He promised to look after the surrounding area. When I focus on the search, my body cannot move and my other senses also decrease.

That's why I need care so that no one bothers me.

“But what are you doing?!” I said a little angry.

“Oh it... for stomach problems I really can't hold it.”

“Hajat waste?” my many.

“Lantas what?” my question approached him, it seemed like Grandpa Hork was hiding something behind his body.

“The stomach problem I mean is hunger,” Grandpa Hork chimed while sounding loudly the sound of rumbling in his stomach.

“Gosh, I don't hold it anymore, move aside..” he continued while getting rid of me who was turning my back on the bonfire.

His behavior is like a man who is possessed, even he did not wash first the fish he just got

Look at the scales of the fish still clinging hard all over his body. Likewise what about the entrails of the fish, whether Grandpa Hork had taken it out before.

Moreover, the way to buy it is also very wrong.

“Kek can you hold it right?” I'm not strong enough to see him cooking with his taste.

“Oh young man, right now no matter what's wrong with the way I cook, most importantly it's enough my stomach can be refilled,” Grandpa Hork replied indifferently and continued to roast it.

“You can how many tails?” I approached him and sat down beside him.

I put aside the problem I wanted to tell him.

“I can only get three," replied Grandpa Hork.

"You want? Be grateful that you can bring one,” said Grandpa gave me one fish with his left hand.

While his right hand focused on flipping through the fish that seemed to be rubbing.

“Huh? From just got three tails?” I sneered, then took one fish out of his hand.

“Although I was slower to cook it, but look who will finish first,” my reply as I raised my head and pointed my forefinger at Grandpa Hork.

“Already, hurry up to cook so we can continue our other tasks.” Grandpa Hork is fanning his fingers to kick me out.

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