Chapter 61: Holy ball of fur
Over the past several hours, Percy had learned a lot more about the dynamic between his species and the natives of this world.
While they were prohibited from touching him for any reason, he wasn’t. He had approached and tapped the villagers many times over, always eliciting a smile from them. They seemed to see his presence as a good luck charm, treating him like a guest of honour – no, a sacred creature even.
‘A bit weird but I could get used to it.’
In any case, this only made his life easier. Between their overt friendliness and the fact he could survive on nothing but the brown fog, Percy was free to float around the village and observe it to his heart’s content.
Their understanding of magic was as poor as expected. They appeared to possess the same common affinities he was used to, although he hadn’t seen them cast anything more complex than a Crude spell. He also had no idea if they could be born with rare or composite affinities. Less than 1% of the population had them back on Remior. His sample size here was too small.
Either way, Percy could see how they survived in such a hostile environment. Even though he’d spotted several Green beasts on the way to the village, such a large group of Yellow and Orange mages shouldn’t have much trouble taking care of themselves.
He sighed.
‘I suppose it’s time to leave.’
As relaxing as it was floating around and being worshipped, Percy was confident there was nothing to gain here. He was about to wave the villagers farewell, when some commotion drew his attention.