Pestilence: Rise Of The Pure Undead

Chapter 234 Treacherous Meeting

"ah, sir calidumello, leaving already? i was under the impression that you would deal with the problem-" quideos audit caught up to the masked man, who had walked right past everyone without deigning them with even attention to their existence.

the man that called himself calidumello turned to the prophet, crossing his arms.

"there was a slight complication if you will, and our environment is not really conductive to its resolution, i am sorry, but your 'problem' will have to remain as is, and quite honestly, i doubt i would have been able of cleansing the caves as you would wish, after all, at the moment, he and i stand on relatively equal footing, i don't know his full capacities and he has company anyways" he said with desinvolture, insouciance and nonchalance that made quideos blood boil.

"you seem to know more about this thing than you let on at first, and if so, you should be well aware that this thing is a menace to public safety! i can't say much-"

"vwoldtnir"

"huh?"

"vwoldtnir, that's who you are talking about, yes?

i know him, a small ghoul of remarkable agility, as i said, i am unable to defeat him as of now, he is in his element, has support from countless of his servants and probably knows more about me, that i know about him, i only accepted your offer to sneak me into millipolo so that i could try and discuss with him, nothing more, i am pretty strong, don't get me wrong, i am not stupid however"

"who knows how much stronger he has gotten since then as well... while i have been stagnating, such is the first nature of death, decay and rot, in the long run, nothing can come out of it, do you agree prophet?"

he extended a hand toward audit.

"death is the end of life, and life thrives from death, eliminating one will simply cause imbalance, that is what i believe, no, for both to be at their best, they need to be at constant odds, an endless struggle, death will always be life's end, no matter how strong life gets, that won't change, and to that end-"

"hold on a second, are you implying what i think you're implying, i- i sweated blood and crawled on the ground to get a hold of you! of the traitor! why would a traitor be so- so neutral? why the se- argh!" quideos rubbed his temples.

the traitor stayed silent for a moment, thinking about how to not invoke mockery.

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"i ran into another undead"

"and? was it a gravelord? in broad daylight it could only have been the spectre or ghost, and i doubt miss-many-hands could go unnoticed, so the pervert ghost is the only option, i don't think he can do anything to someone of your level, even if you have severely fallen" scratching one of her impossibly long ears, so lengthy that it casted into question how she got through some doorways.

"it wasn't a gravelord" he added.

"why are you not saying everything at once? was it that shiny skeleton? the frail mage? the one with the big-ass sword?"

"neither, it was an undead i had never seen before, despite the fact that i still have my authority as a gravelord, he just walked up and openly threatened me, it was pretty convincing too, shades? only the people who know how to use them know that they even exist..."

"he was a bit odd, and add a name in one of the system languages, so i took him to his words and left"

turning to his elven associate, sun-walker was met with the most flat expression possible, like he had just spoken intensely about walking on a dog dung and had gotten the attention of a stranger.

"you let yourself get threatened by a random undead?"

"i doubt he is exactly 'random'..."

"you got scared of a random corpse- hold on, how did he get in millipolo?"