Teveli watched with a faint smile as the Zovárd boy ran through the streets of Floating Barracks, when he had been standing still for a few minutes he shook his head and, as he had told his friend, set off for the outskirts of the city. It was evening and the city was completely quiet, there was not a soul anywhere. Teveli found himself in a small park-like place, where there were several tables and benches next to the sandpits and flower beds.
The Tele boy walked to one of these tables and placed his bundle on it, from which he began to unpack small bricks one by one. These small bricks would not have seemed interesting to the eyes of the chüvighs, but every hegin in Madüjawr knew exactly what they were. Seven-mile bricks, and the kind that was not made of hot ice, so it would pull its user back to its original place within an hour.
Teveli stacked the bricks on top of each other with practiced speed. He had known for a long time how to use such towers and how to place them, he would know how to do it even if he were blindfolded. When he had built the tower high enough, he pulled a brick from the bottom of the second row and placed it on top of the tower. When he let go of the brick, the world went black before his eyes.
When he could see clearly again, he found himself in a familiar empty room. He was no longer surprised that there was no one there, unlike the first time he had made such a journey. Teveli simply sat down at the table in the middle of the room, then took the fire tool in his hand and lit the candle in the middle of the table. Then he just had to wait. He had never had to wait more than drawing a basic summoning circle.
Now, however, he was already wondering what could have happened when the door finally opened. A tall brown-haired man entered the room and closed the door behind him. His figure was hidden by a black cloak, and his face was in the shadow of his hood. However, Teveli was no longer affected by the sight, he had long since gotten over the surprise, so he just watched indifferently as the figure took a seat opposite him and then threw back his hood.
"Hello Teveli." He greeted with a kind smile on his face. "How is Suk?" The gentleman with the yellow headband asked, which made the Tele boy roll his eyes.
"More enthusiastic than usual. He found a new game for himself." Teveli shrugged.
"Oh, isn't this another idea to kill me?" The man chuckled, who was none other than Zovárd Urias, the current chieftain of the Zovárds.
"When isn't that the case?" Teveli asked the ironic question, thanks to which the Zovárd man laughed.
"He wouldn't be himself any other way." He shook his head. "So what did he come up with now?" He asked.
"Medicine pills. A Western invention." Teveli explained.
"Medicine pills?" The chieftain asked back, before Teveli started telling him about the medicine pills and the events that had happened in Floating Air Barracks.
This whole situation between him and the Zovárd chieftain started about eight years ago. That's when the man approached him at the Heginjülim with a really strange request. What this means is that the request was strange because it came from a Zovárd. The Zovárds were never known for working behind other people's backs, or spying, or doing things like that. On the contrary, everyone knew that in the eyes of a Zovárd, such a person was almost not even human.
That's why Teveli didn't understand the request at first. At that time, he thought that the chieftain wanted to kill his nephew, but the man quickly put his fears to rest. It turned out that the Zovárd chieftain just wanted to be sure that Suk was okay. And after a long time of persuasion, Teveli gave in to him. Mostly because he didn't want to listen to the pleas any longer. And besides, what could have been wrong with telling the man this and that sometimes.
Especially since Teveli didn't tell the Zovárd chieftain everything, just enough to calm him down. If he had always told him everything, he would have told him now that Suk was involved in the network of an assassin organization. After all, no matter how careful Kamu and Ajtony were, Teveli noticed that the poison-mixing sword ghost was teaching his friend.
However, the man sitting opposite him didn't need to know this, it was better if he didn't know anything about this matter. Teveli had decided that if it became important for him to know about it, he would tell him. For now, it wasn't important. Besides, the Tele boy was primarily loyal to the Athamanas, then to his master, then to his family, which mostly meant Tele Tete, and only then to the chieftain.
"Tell me, is Suk still talking to you?" The chieftain asked Teveli, who started to chuckle at this.
"Of course. He thinks I'm a traitor." The boy shrugged. Knowing that he wouldn't have to explain the situation to the Zovárd. After all, if he were his nephew, he would keep every suspicious figure close to him so that he could control the flow of information as he wanted. This was the most ridiculous thing in the whole situation. All three were aware that none of them had the full picture and yet they maintained the situation.
"Let's hope it stays that way." Zovárd Urias nodded. "I wonder how he'll try to kill me next." He chuckled, then stood up from the table. "Thank you for this conversation. I wish you success in your next adventures." He nodded. "May the spirits be with you." He greeted.
"May the spirits be with you." Teveli repeated the farewell, who was already blinking hard and trying to restrain the pull of the seven-mile tower. However, when he finished the farewell, the world went dark in front of him and the next moment he was sitting on a bench in Floating Barracks, with the seven-mile tower opposite him.
The boy sighed and slowly began to pack up the tower. Once he was done, he set off for the edge of the city to do some stargazing, as he had told Suk earlier. It took him a while to find the perfect spot and he was just about to settle down to take the perfect stargazing pose when a familiar tingling went through his limbs.
Teveli's eyes widened as he realized what this tingling meant. He immediately jumped to his feet and, reaching into his pack, pulled out a pitch-black full-face mask. He took a deep breath, put it on and, as he had learned to do since he was a child, disappeared from sight, only to appear in an unfamiliar room.
In front of him stood a table with a box, a candle and papers on it. Koál Kamu sat grinning on one side of the table, and the poison-mixing sword ghost Ajtony looked on curiously next to him. From the door of the room, Teveli felt the kí of Biaskoncy Vietryk. And on the other side of the table sat none other than Suk, holding the cursed coin that had brought Teveli here.