Chapter 192 Who Is Your Fiercest!
A Village in the desert:
Mezo Sheeter:
Making my way into the condensed village, leering my eyes every which way as I look at wood and sand that make up the residence homes, seeing not that many people out as I casually stroll through.
Feeling the grumbling of my stomach as it beckons for sustenance from my long travels, stopping for a moment as I turn my head in different directions to see if I can recognize an establishment that carries some food and something to drink.
Looking for a while as nothing gives me any inkling to signify where food is made, I then make up my mind to ask one of the locals around here, bringing my gaze right in front of me as I spot an old man carrying a bag walking towards me, without wasting any time I call to the older man and say, excuse me older man from this land of sand, can you guide me in the direction of food?
Stopping in his tracks as I can tell he is startled by my wide frame and stature, looking up at my predator like eyes, hesitating for a bit to answer my straightforward question, finally saying something, the old man says in a trembling manner, uh...food you say. Uh...the nearest food hut is just a couple more steps and to your left.
Peering down at the weak-willed geezer as I don't say anything for a moment, keeping my green cat like eyes on him, I say with a cold but calm tone, I appreciate your sound guidance, but also before I take my leave and head to this food hut of which you speak. I would like to inquire on something else if you know, who is your fiercest warrior in this land?
End of Chapter 192