Chapter 132: The Half-Orc (IV)
Eventually, we were able to go through the whole day without much trouble. The only problem was that it was getting hotter and hotter as time went on. Even for me, the heat didn't affect me as badly as the other. Stryd didn't seem to be as severe as affected, but Tart was panting really hard.
Moca was sweating quite a lot, but he didn't show it. Nobody could really tell because of how stoic he was. Only the glistening drops of sweat that fell down his face was seen, but he quickly wiped it away as if nothing was wrong.
It wasn't until it hit night that the temperature dropped low, making almost all of us shudder in the cold. Even I didn't do so well under too much cold, making my wings slightly sluggish. Still, I pushed forward through the night. I wanted to get there as quickly as possible.
The scenes quickly changed from open plains with quite a few trees to the desert's rolling sand. Making the whole area hot as hell. Up in the sky, it was still a beautiful sight to see the endless sea of sand. There were barely any clouds up in the sky, giving me a good view of everything that was in front of me.
A few times, I saw a herd of the Gazelle looking monster sleeping together huddled up in a large herd. It was as if I saw an endless sea of these animals. I think it took a good ten minutes before we passed them and continued onwards without seeing another life form.
I didn't stop until the moon was high up in the night sky, and the wind was blowing hard, I stopped to rest. We couldn't find any shelter. The trees were thinning out, making our last tree that I saw an excellent hundred miles back.
Landing down, both Moca and Tart jumped off first as I thumped onto the ground loudly. Sand picked up around me, giving us a light shower until everything started to settle down. With a sigh, I just flopped down, letting the hard ground take the whole weight of my body. For a moment, I actually started to sink into the sand, but luckily I didn't completely fall in like a sinkhole.
Finally, sleep overtook me as I tucked my wings around Moca, Tart, and Stryd hid under my wings for cover. It was going to be a cold night, and I didn't want them to be cold.
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Another day went by as we continually flew through the hot weather. Moca and Tart somehow magically pulled out a sunscreen and even an umbrella out of nowhere to block out the sun. Stryd looked at them stupid as if he saw an illusion. I would've believed it was all an illusion if it wasn't for Tart's rumbustious argument of being too hot and then squealing pleased at the large umbrella that Moca had conjured up.
I had to wonder how the umbrella was even staying on my back without being blown off. "Moca," I asked.
"Yes, young mistress?" Moca asked, sitting underneath the umbrella with his back straight and reading a book with a tea in his other hand.
"How is that umbrella staying up on my back?" I asked a bit dumbfounded at the logic of this world.
"It's a rare item, young mistress." Moca put down his book and started to explain in great detail so I would understand. "It's been blessed by the fairy queen spirit that allows it to buffer any type of wind. Either it be a storm or a typhoon, it wouldn't budge a single bit. Not only that, but it also keeps the surrounding three feet cooler in temperature, allowing anyone who sits underneath to not get a heat stroke."
My eyes twitched. Such cheat-like umbrellas actually exist. I swear that if such an item was taken to Earth, it would sell like hotcakes in the summertime. Actually, maybe I should see if we could take a few and sell it. A smug grin started to form in my mind, thinking about ways to sell the umbrella.
"Young mistress, such items can only be created every one hundred years," Moca replied as if he was reading my thoughts.
"Huh?"
"You won't be able to sell many, though maybe auction it off in the black market of the magical community," Moca said with a stern expression. "It would be best that you sell it moderately if you want a high return in gold."
"Fufufufu, Hahaha!" I burst into laughter, startling everyone. "I love the way you think!"
"Thank you, young mistress. I am only doing what is best for you." Moca respectively nodded towards me.
I really had the best butlers and maid in existence. Not only were they strong, a bit scary, but even intelligent. Well, I always thought they were unusually smart, though I had to wonder about Tart. He's great at everything, but he gets straight 0's on his test scores when it comes to certain subjects. He must be that genius that forgets everything else to make extra space for what he's really good at. In which case, I had no qualms about that. Geniuses were rare to come by, and I had three.
Moca then fiddled around in his pocket and pulled out a golden pocket watch. Made with a mixture of gold and silver, I didn't have the urge to eat that pocket watch at all. When he flipped open the clock, they were about six different hands, ticking away.
He reached over, twirled the three dials, and something popped out on his hand. I was awed at the strange device that he had, and when he twirled it again, another item came out and landed on his laps.
Now upon closer inspections, these two items were an ice pick and a pail. I looked at Moca funny, wondering what he was going to do. The only thought was that the pocket watch was a device that stored items and tell time, I think. One didn't need six hands to tell time, so I guess the other four were for something else.
"Tart," Moca ordered.
Tart, who was splayed out on my back like a miserable dog, tilted his head towards Moca. He was dying from the heat as his cute tongue was sticking out. "What?" he gloomily replied.
"Get up and make some ice cream."
"Ice cream?!" Tart literally snapped upwards, pushing himself up with his arm. If he had a tail and an ear right now, it would've been wagging.
"Yes, I have some ice that I brought with me." Moca handed him the ice pick and pail, he then took out a large amount of ice in both of his hands. I could feel the sudden weight from my back because it wasn't just a small handful, but the size of a boulder.
The beat of my wings was a bit faster, just to keep all of us afloat. Having a giant border on my back wasn't something I expected, and it seemed like Moca planned the weight of it as well. I had enough power to stay flying without too much trouble, but if he had brought anything larger, I was sure to fall tumbling down from the sky.
Moca got up; he held the ice in both hands. Then I started to hear something crack, at first slow, then eventually speeding up. With a powerful clasp of his hand, he broke the ice cleanly into many pieces. Any tumbling ice, he snapped out his sticky web or kicked the pail that was in Tart hands to catch the flying ice.
The way he moved was a way to perfect that Stryd jaws dropped in complete disbelief. Even I, who was peeking over my shoulders a couple of times, was amazed. The only words were incredible.
Moca wasn't the only one; Tart moved in perfect synch; he pulled out an ice cream maker and started to grind the ice as if he was on fire. His hands were in a blur, almost impossible to see with the naked eye. The only thing I could hear was the grinding of the ice that moved in a crunching motion as a bowl of ice cream was made.
"Impossible." Stryd worded as he watched, unable to say anything else but that one word.
Moca finished collecting and handing it to Tart, who whipped up a miraculous ice cream in the middle of the desert. I was surprised that it didn't melt right there and then, but it kept its shape in the bowl that Moca fished out. Everyone got a full-size hand bowl, while mine was the whole bucket. There wasn't just one, but over twenty that Start had made.
"Young mistress, how would you like to eat this?" Moca asked, he stepped over towards my head.
I had to crane my head to get a good look at the ice cream. It wasn't on a popsicle stick but reminded me when they were in a Tupperware, but this time in a bowl. There wasn't a spoon, because there was no need for it. With my dragon claws, I reached over to take it from him with just one hand. It was small, even in my own palm, but I didn't care. The thought of eating ice cream made me excited.
"Thank's Mocha. Tart."
"My pleasure."
"You're welcome!" Tart slurped up the ice cream, he let out a yell that told us that he had a brain freeze.
I couldn't help but chuckle as I used my tongue to take small slurps. It took about twenty licks for it to disappear, but right after, Moca appeared on my arm, putting more in my bowl. Seeing him balancing without falling was quite an achievement that a couple of times when he wavered, I thought he would fall.
Stryd just sat there silently, eating away at the ice cream as if it was the most luxurious food in the world.
I flew leisurely, enjoying the day as the sun slowly started to set.
"We're almost there!" Stryd got up and walked over difficulty over towards my neck. He wasn't a big fan of heights, and he kept his body low as much as possible for fear of falling off.
"Finally," I sighed, flying for hours on end got really a bit boring. Maybe it was the constant view of the sand dunes, and nothing changing was the reason. It reminded me of flying on an airplane, especially when we had to go for long distances. My mind starts to tone out, giving me that slight buzz where I don't even think about anything until we reach close to our destination. The pumping of wings, gliding, and just riding the wind was all I ever did the majority of the time. There weren't any flips, sideway movements, or some other fancy flight; the reason was simple, I burned many calories to just stay flying. The less energy I used, the longer and further I could travel.
Eventually, I saw off in the distance a small oasis with a city around it.
"It's over there!" Styrd stated as he pointed towards the city. "That is our Holy land!" He replied with a pleased smile at the arrival of the Holy Land of the Orcs.
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