Chapter 28: The Old Chief's Wife
The same day…
Utilizing his god powers required him to be more confident in dealing with various people and personalities in the village after he demonstrated an exposition of his abilities.
A day after he finalized his acquisition of that big parcel of land near the South Gate, and then subsequent immediate construction of the fort, he awaited reactions from the bigwigs of the village.
But his realization compelled him to be more proactive considering he also made other drastic actions that would soon be on the radar of the rulers and elders of the village.
On the same hour when he tasked Perry to deal with the slavers, he teleported to a location within the village, or more appropriately to the most important house of that territory.
It was during the day when the blue sun was in alignment with the smaller red sun above the horizon.
While he remained invisible, he observed the extensive perimeter of a large dwelling structure, that was, no doubt, a huge palace.
The palace reminded Sigmund of the Taj Mahal with a blend of the architectural design in the Far East with the golden buildings. So far, this design seemed unique in Greston Village as the assumption was that it was only reserved for the village chief.
Its garden area was brimming with manicured flowering plants. There was a big space grown with a trimmed grass lawn, which he assumed, to be a favorite spot for a playground for the children residing in the palace.
But he never sighted the presence of children when he arrived. So, he perceived that this would be more regarded as a private area of the village chief.
As he was discerning this matter, his target was just within reach in this large private space within the palace.
Sigmund found it absurd to consider Greston a simple village. Though believably regarded as a backward civilization compared to other cities and kingdoms of the continent, the territory was rife with elegance and sophistication even in the planning of the commercial centers, and agricultural system including the sewage system. The village planning was a notch higher than what he used to see in third-class municipalities and towns of his previous world. Of course, as expected, magic power was involved.
Greston Village could be better categorized as a first-class municipality. In his previous world, a population of over a million would be qualified for cityhood.
But with his knowledge of the continent, he accepted the belief about the existence of invisible power on the continent in the matters of assessing the development of civilizations and even rewarding civilized territories according to the mage level of the rulers.
He perceived the Cosmic Immortal power was at play in the evolution of civilizations on the continent.
And as expected, the village chief was in a large white-marbled gazebo, dining with someone he cognized to be his wife. Apart from him and his wife, there were five guards nearby.
He was not fond of eavesdropping. But his profession also taught him to be scheming. Hence, when situations presented where he needed to obtain information directly from the source, even if it might be regarded to be no different from a grapevine, then he would gladly take that rare opportunity.
When he was in that situation in the previous world, he might need a recorder as a possible item to be submitted as evidence. But it would only occur in a special situation because in many jurisdictions, including his, in his previous world, wiretapping or recording conversation was deemed illegal.
With his powerful ability, nonetheless, he could obtain information by extending his spiritual sense without recourse or even with no limitation in this world.
At this moment, he approached the gazebo still in invisibility mode. His level of power made him imperceptible to all beings in the village, including its most powerful leaders.
Sigmund watched the couple consummate their dinner. They extended their stay for tea.
"My Lord, I think your awareness of the South Gate was no different than mine. It was a wonder to behold, as I heard. I wish you grant me permission to travel to where its site is, even though I can see it from here." The village wife charmingly started the conversation as he poured tea into a cup for her husband.
"Ugh…" The village chief grunted that might be construed as his displeasure. The lady seated with him instead smiled, amused by her husband's reaction.
"Greston might have been graced with a very powerful being this time. Aren't you glad of that?"
"Eldora, we don't really know much about those people. I can't say for certain if they are our friends or our enemies." Rafa Libera started engaging as he took his teacup to drink.
"Why don't you make an effort to befriend them? You mentioned meeting them yesterday. Isn't that hard with your level of power?" Eldora's charm didn't manage to subside even if the couple was in matrimonial bond for over two centuries.
"I can't explain it. But of course, I wish to be their friend. But am I threatened? Yes, I am. I feel that we are going to be dealing with very powerful beings this time," the old leader spoke, contemplatively, with his eyes staring inside the liquid of the teacup after his wife poured him another of the tea.
Eldora watched her husband in deep thought. Garbed an elegant flower-encrusted crown on her hair while donning a mauve flowing gown, the village's first lady had that dream to become a future queen.
While she watched her husband's disposition, her amusement shifted into concern.
"But didn't you have an ally coming from a city in the north closer to our village? He was also powerful but magnanimous enough to lend his powers if we need it."
"He is someone we can't afford to mess or hell will break loose in Greston. It's…"
Rafa Libera put down his cup, losing interest to take a swig of it. Briefly, after that, the cup turned to ashes as the veins of the old leader's arm protruded in increasing tension.
Stunned, Eldora tried to remain calm but a hint of trepidation escaped from her face.
"Dear, may I go to the market center after this? I have an appointment with an elf for a herb, an ingredient for a skincare pill." Eldora tried to lessen the tension as she decided to give her husband some space.
With no qualms or rebuke, the village chief briefly announced, "You may go."
With a wave of his arm, he allowed his wife to leave the gazebo.
Gifts
-- Gift
received Weekly Power Status
-- Power
Ranking 
-- Power
stone