Chapter 123
An old black man with short, curly hair and gold-rimmed glasses paced impatiently around a large reception room. It was Filipe Kabuka.
“What the hell is taking them so long?! It’s been half a day since I’ve heard that they arrived at Monrovia!” he shouted.
A white man standing in the reception room like a statue replied, “They are taking a short break because of mana sickness. They will arrive within the day.”
“And none of them are having second thoughts, correct?” Kabuka asked, his black eyes blazing with doubt and anxiety.
“They would never. Making an enemy out of Black Market means they’ve given up on sleeping soundly for the rest of their lives. Shall I send someone to Monrovia?”
“No need. Le-Yeyo has the Elixir, after all.”
Kabuka smiled as he quelled his anxiety. He had invested heavily in Le-Yeyo, his shield and loyal dog. Kabuka gave the Maasai people, who were merely drifters, a place to settle and items. As a result, he earned the loyalty of a man on the level of a Semi Ranker, who could easily become a Ranker over time.
He was worth the investment. Once Le-Yeyo returns… A new life awaits me! Kabuka shouted inwardly.
He had planned this operation to extend his one-year lifespan. Its chances of success were low, but the heavens had allowed it to succeed.