Chapter 190: Bee-valuation
Tarwantrad bid him farewell and set off to speak with whoever it was on the other end. A few hours passed and it was close to midday when Tarwantrad finally returned, with two others in tow.
Now standing in Belissar’s Tower were the two most beautiful men he had ever seen. He didn’t know it was even possible for men to be beautiful like that, but there they were, the mana of the Fairy Grove wrapping around them as it had with Tarwantrad. Fortunately, he was a bit more prepared for it after meeting her so he managed not to gape at them. One of them was dressed in blue robes adorned with seashells and pearls and had a stern expression. He had even tanner skin than Tarwantrad with golden hair woven into a single braid. The other had lighter skin and black hair, and was dressed in a tunic, jacket, and pants dyed in various and bright shades of yellow, orange, and red. He also had a bird of prey with bright red feathers on his left shoulder, glancing about.
The man in blue robes stepped forward first.
“I, Dungeon Master Nenavann, swear before my patron the God of Water. I will do no harm to this dungeon, its master, or its residents so long as they do not intend to do me harm. I will use no knowledge gained here today against them, nor repeat it for others to do so.”
The man in colorful clothes was next.
“I, Dungeon Master Urubran, swear before my patron the God of Fire…”
Belissar was about to speak as he finished, but then Tarwantrad stepped forward.
“I, Dungeon Master Tarwantrad, swear before my patron the God of Flowers…”
He blinked in surprise as he realized he hadn’t considered that Tarwantrad should probably swear the oath as well. She gave him a wink, and then he shook his head and said his part.