Chapter 1739: High As A Kite.

Chapter 1739: High As A Kite.



Warshaw matched into the midst of the council without a greeting to the council members or the chief.

It is one thing not to greet the chief, seeing as he is dying, but the council members are the strongest members of the tribe. To ignore them like this is disrespectful. It is an amount of disrespect that is greater than the amount of respect they have for the shaman. After all, the status of the clergy has fallen since the disappearance of the gods.

But no one stood up to admonish her because, just like the chief, she is dying. Even worse is that she is old and senile. So they were willing to give her a pass. That was until she started spouting nonsense.

Warshaw stood in their midst and shouted at the top of her lungs, "THE GODS HAVE RETURNED!"

She shouted it for the second time. Then the third. Then the fourth.

Everyone was looking at her with the same look in their eyes.

One of the council members muttered to the others, "It seems she has finally snapped."

Another one replied, "It is a long time coming."

A third joined in, "Frankly, it is impressive that she has held on until now."

Some of the council members snickered while others did their best to hold back their laughs. But the chief nodded in understanding. "So a god with 9 manifestations. That's normal. So do we build 9 temples or just one?"

Warshaw didn't know, so she turned to ask Legion. Legion replied while scowling at the chief. It was a good thing the chief couldn't see them, or he would die of fright.

No one else could see them either. All they saw was the old Shaman speaking to empty air before she turned to the chief and replied, "One temple would do."

The chief smiled and said, "That's a good plan. Very efficient and can be achieved quickly. I will do it as soon as I am healed."

He didn't ask to be healed outright, but he has made it a condition for him to build a temple. He has also tied the chances of him becoming whole to the chances of building a temple. Those chances are nonexistent.

He didn't mock her outright, and his dig at her gods was subtle, but Warshaw was not fooled. She was not happy with it either.

Warshaw's eyes narrowed. She bared her teeth and asked, "You dare to bargain with god? You dare to put up a condition for your servitude? All that you are and will be belongs to them. You should do everything in your power to please them."

The chief nodded again. "I agree. But I am currently powerless."

He spread his hands towards the council members and said, "All these people are just waiting for me to die so that one of them can take my place. They won't listen to me. What can I do for god in this situation?"

Warshaw was about to blow her lid, so the chief hurriedly tried to placate her, "How long do you think I have to live? A day or two? Maybe less. Either way, it is a waste of time to try and convince me. Why don't you return when the new chief has been selected? The new chief will have the power to do what you want. If you can't heal me, then you should not waste your time on me."