Dreams To Return: The God Of The Tower

Dreams To Return: The God Of The Tower
17. The Deity of Tipu Musliam

"So can you explain why you are now like me?" Novan crossed his hands, staring carefully at the tip of the hair to the tip of the young man's feet who was now in front of him.


"That's because basically I'm a piece of wandering soul, with his contract of agreement like this I can get a body and you can earn my trust, isn't that what you want. Well indirectly you are also my owner now" Face, clothes, posture and even the same speech made Novan furrow his eyebrows annoyed.


"Don't you say I'll feel whatever happens to you?"


"Indeed"


Without warning Novan thrust his fist towards Fobetor's head, causing them both to instantly equal pain. The pain ran through Novan's head, as if someone had also hit him.


"Damn it! Are you stupid or what?!" Fobetor is very similar to Novan.


π΄β„Ž π‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘¦π‘’π‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘˜π‘Žπ‘›..


π΄π‘π‘Ž 𝑖𝑛𝑖 π‘¦π‘Žπ‘›π‘” π‘ π‘’π‘™π‘Žπ‘™π‘’ π‘‘π‘–π‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘ π‘Žπ‘˜π‘Žπ‘› π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘”-π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘” π‘ π‘Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘π‘–π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘Ž π‘‘π‘’π‘›π‘”π‘Žπ‘›π‘˜π‘’?


By holding back the annoyance and pain that he felt finally Novan began to ask again.


"Have you, can you go back to being a snake?"


"Sure" Black smoke enveloped Fobetir's body and when it was all gone somewhere it turned completely into a snake. Novan stretched out his hand and obediently Fobetor wrapped around his.


"To temporarily hide behind my shirt"


"Where are we going, sir?"


π‘€π‘’π‘›π‘‘π‘’π‘›π‘”π‘Žπ‘Ÿ π‘‘π‘’π‘‘π‘’π‘Ÿ π‘˜π‘Žπ‘‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘¦π‘Ž π‘¦π‘Žπ‘›π‘” π‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘—π‘Žπ‘‘π‘– π‘ π‘œπ‘π‘Žπ‘› π‘ π‘’π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘–π‘›π‘¦π‘Ž π‘‘π‘–π‘Ž π‘π‘’π‘›π‘Žπ‘Ÿ-π‘π‘’π‘›π‘Žπ‘Ÿ β„Žπ‘Žπ‘›π‘¦π‘Ž π‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘”π‘–π‘˜π‘’π‘‘π‘– π‘”π‘Žπ‘¦π‘Ž π‘π‘–π‘π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘˜π‘’ π‘ π‘Žπ‘Žπ‘‘ π‘šπ‘’π‘šπ‘Žπ‘˜π‘Žπ‘– π‘€π‘’π‘—π‘’π‘‘π‘˜π‘’..


Novan walked towards the door "We're going for a walk" right behind the large wooden door a long dark hallway greeted him with a piercing chill. "Ukh, this looks more like a haunted house" Novan tries to mesh in the darkness, but, just where he felt calm but the time he really could not see anything at least until he saw the arm of his shirt glowing.


"Hey get out"


"yes?"


"Be my lantern"


"What?! when I was lighting the street?!"


"You want to protest?"


"No, my lord"


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The sound of the violin echoed throughout the hall, a silver-haired young man seemed to be standing with his sharpest eyes, trying to focus on his own violin play. Pressing string by string to produce a beautiful sounding tone. Nikolai was silent to play, there was no one around, there was only a white and gold room decorated by some paintings and other antiques.


The atmosphere was so calm, even the flick of white curtains that were near his window surged in the wind as if to be the closing curtain of his game. The open window brought a warm and refreshing breeze into the room and the silver hair seemed to give him appreciation for his violin. Really good atmosphere, reached at least Nikolai then shouted annoyed.


"I've told you I'm not interested in that kind of thing!" Talking to himself in the empty air, making the existence of Novan and Fobetor behind the door then frozen.


π΄π‘π‘Ž π‘‘π‘–π‘Ž π‘ π‘’π‘‘π‘Žβ„Ž π‘”π‘–π‘™π‘Ž?


"My master, it seems like that person is crazy"


"who's that?!" Nikolai yells at the door exactly the two men have spoken to him, the door opens and from there Novan appears by hiding Fobetor. Awkward, that's what happens next.


"N-Novan?! how are you doing now?" Nikolai tried to keep his calm face but how hard he tried Novan was aware there was something strange with the attitude of the young man.


"You look nervous?"


𝐼𝑑𝑒 π‘˜π‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘’π‘›π‘Ž π‘˜π‘Žπ‘’ π‘˜π‘’π‘šπ‘Žπ‘Ÿπ‘–π‘› π‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘”π‘Žπ‘šπ‘’π‘˜ π‘ π‘’π‘π‘’π‘Ÿπ‘‘π‘– π‘œπ‘Ÿπ‘Žπ‘›π‘” π‘”π‘–π‘™π‘Ž!


"Have you lost your mind?" Novan looked at Nikolai with a dramatic gaze.


πΎπ‘Žπ‘’ π‘¦π‘Žπ‘›π‘” π‘˜π‘’β„Žπ‘–π‘™π‘Žπ‘›π‘”π‘Žπ‘› π‘Žπ‘˜π‘Žπ‘™!


Both Nikolai and Fobetor kept their mouths shut, but not the figure that suddenly appeared from behind the curtain window. A black-haired man with golden horns on his head revealed himself, his long green robe covering almost all parts of his body from his back to his feet. His leafy green eyes stared at the situation enthusiastically.


"That's because you're better than this kid" said the young man smiling, provoking anger from Nikolai who then made him yell in annoyance.


"Whatchu mean? I can't fight as good as him but I'm smarter than him!!" Nikolai's index pointed at Novan, affirming how upset he was.


"Eh me? a fight? when?"


"You don't remember, well, yesterday you slaughtered everything, son"


"I.. Slaughtering..?"


Black fog seemed to gather on Novan's head, creating a sense of dizziness that was overwhelming until his body slightly lost balance, but instead he remembered everything. Just yesterday afternoon, he was once again swept away by his other figure, taking out all the phantom shadows that suddenly ambushed him.


The hand that was covered in a thick and fishy liquid, with a red dagger so sharp, all the sensations during the fight he remembered so clearly it even felt like it had just happened a few moments ago. But of all the things he remembered most was that a god was also there, looking at him with a smile and a satisfied look.


"Do you remember now, man?"


"You, the god?" The young man smiled with satisfaction, the persisi as Novan remembered. "So you sent them?" anger began to burn on Novan's chest and with a relaxed smile the green-robed young man clapped his hands.


"It's pretty amazing, isn't it? Haha because of you now that woman is very worried." He walked closer, getting closer to the point that it felt like Novan wanted to run towards him immediately and hit him, but Nikolai immediately stopped the two from coming close to each other.


"Wait around don't make things messy here, Lord Loki!"


"Indeed why? Does my son finally have fear? "


Loki looked at Nikolai with a curious gaze, for him it was more pleasant to see Nikolai's side so nervous than to see the boy behaving arrogantly and deceptively like himself. As a deceptive god of Norse mythology he did hope that his chosen man could be as great as himself but at the same time he did not like to be rivaled even by his own chosen man.


"You're God's chosen human?!"


"Don't misunderstand me! I never expected this either!!" Nikolai replied with annoyance.


"Haha, aren't you just like Novan?" Loki stared intently at Novan, his eyes immediately stopping right at Novan's left arm, but then he looked back into Novan's eyes "Aren't you also a human chosen by a god? isn't that the man Hades loves?" for a moment Novan froze still, he did not know what Loki meant, but then he remembered something a memory that came out of nowhere.


"So this is your choice in the end?" In that memory a man of great stature in a black hairy robe raised his sword "From now on you are the enemy of this world, are you now satisfied, now you have truly succeeded in disillusioning me" ashes were flying everywhere, eyes were staring hatefully and blood was all over his own hands. Novan in the memory just smiled "I once believed that you berebda with them, but in the end it was the same. Are you going to wipe me out this time too, Lord Pluto?" the man fell silent and without a sword slingshot floated towards Novan, ending the piece of Memory just like that.


π‘€π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘Žβ„Žπ‘–π‘™..


π½π‘Žπ‘‘π‘– π‘ƒπ‘™π‘’π‘‘π‘œ 𝑖𝑑𝑒 π‘Žπ‘‘π‘Žπ‘™π‘Žβ„Ž π»π‘Žπ‘‘π‘’π‘ ?


π‘‡π‘Žπ‘π‘– π‘šπ‘’π‘›π‘”π‘Žπ‘π‘Ž π‘˜π‘’π‘˜π‘’π‘Žπ‘‘π‘Žπ‘›π‘›π‘¦π‘Ž π‘Žπ‘‘π‘Ž π‘π‘Žπ‘‘π‘Žπ‘˜π‘’?


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