ELECTUS

The gang was spread in five, and each of the smaller, had 2 Calidum Lutum Guards, well...guarding them.

It is not certain to them if King Michael is telling the truth or not, that is why they don"t dare to walk alone.

Each member of the group is strong individually(except Stefan), but if they were to be attacked individually, they would meet a terrible fate.

While Eric was walking around the town to explore, he wasn"t paying much attention to his surroundings. His soul was burdened with what the Demon said about the sources.

If the Demon who took part on giving people Magical Powers doesn"t know how to find the sources, how to protect them or how to stop her Demon kind. How will Eric do any of the above, if even a Demon can"t do it?

He can barely protect a town. Not to mention the entire world.

But what did Eric see on his walk, was ill.u.s.tratios and Ignites talking to each other without aims to offend one another or without weapons drawn to stab each other.

They were just having normal conversations. Such as conversations about fish.

Like every town, Gaster Kingdom had bad people. Very bad. Like those rapists.

But there are good, hard working men and women as well like what Eric saw.

Their system of work seems to be all well distributed in Eric"s eye. He has been observing for hours.

He sees that many ill.u.s.tratios and Ignites are married to each other as well.

And they didn"t give birth to abominations either, don"t worry. The child would be either an ill.u.s.tratio or an Ignite.

While working however, men did the fis.h.i.+ng and after a long day, they were given company by their wives or Children to bring the fish home if the load was too big.

Where at home the Wives would cut and cook the fish, while the husband delivered half of the load to the Castle according to Gaster Kingdom law. Such system keeps everyone fed. And the husband would return home to further help his wife prepare the fis.h.!.+

King Michael distributes the fish to the Guards and to those who aren"t able to fish.

It is an unbreakable system and the ocean has plenty of fish to offer.

The people manage to catch enough fish that each house of people has 2 meals a day, even considering the fact that half of what they catch goes to the Castle, they even manage to store fish. Food isn"t a problem.

Such scenes gave hope to Eric. Some of the Burden went away from his heart as he felt that he isn"t the only one battling Xakro"s ways.

The fact that Zar questioned the Grand King"s authority and kicked the illas out head before toes, gives Eric hope. The ill.u.s.tratian alliance is getting a kick from each side instead of Eric doing all the damage.

If Eric knew that the Snow Ignites are revolting against the ill.u.s.tratios hard enough to wipe out every soldier Septemtrionis Ignis had to offer, leading Meridionali Ignis close to collapse due to the shortage, his hope and faith would triple.

These days he has been feeling low. There is so much he has to do and he doesn"t feel like he is able to do it. He feels weak. He feels overpowered.

He is fighting an entire Continent after all.

And apart from that, there is a psychopathic man who wants his heart.

Xakro ill.u.s.tratio lll is already stronger than a full powered Electus without it.

The theory that Xakro had about Eric"s heart was dead wrong. The heart would destroy him.

Mogranius on the other hand, wasn"t walking around in the town. He was on the beach, seeing fishermen do what they doo.

Some were using spears to fish.

Some spears were just plain normal spears and some were spears with a rope as thin as a finger tied to it.

The rope was about 10 meters long and such fis.h.i.+ng technique was used against fish who would drag a spear with them.

Specifically fish above 10kg.

Fis.h.i.+ng in such method could be a big risk. If a fisherman was to spear a  "Stripped Marlin" who in these medieval times grows up to 300kg and nearly 5 meters long, it would take 3-5 men to beach the fish.

If a fisherman was to take on a big catch like that alone, he would go for a swim in the ocean. Permanently.

Simply because of the instinct "A fisherman never lets go of his rope."

A true fisherman could drown before letting go of the rope so spearing a Striped Marlin would be bad unless there are other fishermen in the scene.

A 300 kg fish could feed the entire Kingdom for a day.

A Fisherman"s fate though would be even worse if he was to spear a Black Marlin which is twice the weight and 2 meters longer in length.

But luckily most considerably big fish going near the sh.o.r.e were fish called "Barramundi".

In these medieval times, a full grown Barramundi is about 80kg in weight and 3 meters in length.

But considering their size, most don"t live to grow that big as they are hunted down by sea predators, who like people, consider them an easy catch.

Another form of fis.h.i.+ng on these sh.o.r.es was a method called "fis.h.i.+ng with an iron hook."

The fisherman would chose the size of the hook, ultimately choosing the sizes of fish he wants to beach which made everything easier and under more control.

The hook was tied with a very thin rope. Yes, even thinner than a finger.

The rope was tied around a short stick as thick as 2 maybe 3 fingers.

The hook would s.h.i.+ne in the sea, making fish think it"s something to eat, ultimately making them bite the hook.

Then the fishermen would pull the fish out by tying the 3-5 meter long rope around the stick.

Mogranius when he was a child, used to go fis.h.i.+ng with his father.

His father actually met a terrible end after spearing a Swordfish.

Interesting name i know, it"s sword like nose takes ⅓ of their average body length(5 meters).

They grow a groundbreaking weight of 700kg.

Mogranius" father took on that fish alone.

There was no fisherman in sight but Mogranius.

He tried to help but he was just 12 years old. There wasn"t much he could doo.

He saw his father disappearing in the ocean depths and never returning.

After that scene he never fished again and went on to study his powers.

But today he feels like he is able to face his life long fear.

"Can I get a turn of that spear?"

He Asked an ill.u.s.tratio.

"Of course. My feet are killing me."