Harry didnt know what happened to Oron and Groga. But as soon as they spotted the creature he spotted, they started running like crazy. With him on the shoulder, they made their way to the carts in no time. Immediately, Groga ordered everyone to start moving, and they followed the orders without question.
Through whispers, the adults conversed with each other. Harry heard some tit-bits, and they were discussing the creature they saw. The strange part was that the adults made sure that none of the children could hear their conversation.
Harry, on the other hand, was curious about the creature and couldnt understand why a beast could command such fear in these people. But more than that, he was curious about another application of Vita that he had just expirenced.
While Groga and Oron were running, his scans picked up that they were pumping Vita throughout their body, which seemed to have increased their speed.
While pulling the cart with his siblings, Harry kept thinking about the part, This is so fascinating. These people dont have implants or any physical augmentation. Yet, with the help of some energy, they can do feats that could put them against some augmented soldiers…
After they had put some distance between the creature and them, Harry saw Groga walking in earshot. So he whispered,, "The thing that we saw," he delirately sounded vague, "Was it dangerous?"
Groga looked at him and then looked around to see whether someone was listening to their conversation or not.
It is then Groga whispered back, "That was Watsumono." Then Groga stared at his face, as if expecting some reaction after hearing the name. But Harry remained nonchalant as usal.
"Fierce predator that one," Groga further added, "And one of the most dangerous creatures in the plains. Only a handful in all the Heks had ever hunted down one. And those who had done it, they are remembered as most fierst warriors of our kind." Heks was the name used for the six tribes that were present in Agora last night.
Make sense. People with no system or eye implants would have difficulty looking through cloaking of any kind. Harry thought. Another thing that Harry realized is that Groga was not treating him like dirt anymore. So he figured, why not use it to his advantage.
Groga and him talked all the way back. Groga was very interested in his abilities. And he could not blame the guy. With his system and eye implants, Harry could do stuff that these people could only dream of…
It was around evening that they seemed to have settled sorts. There was this single piece of rock, which looked more like a small mountain, in the middle of the grass field. That rock was almost 15 stories high, and one could see smoke coming from the top. At the foot of the rock was the settlement, huts made of mud and dried grass, multiple tents erected all around the place.
As they approached the tribe, people started coming towards them. Children left the carts and ran towards the loved one, and some people from the tribe started unloading the stuff from the carts. The fruits that they had brought were given to small kids while the heavy and important stuff was brought inside the encampment.
Harry was not interested in the niceties. His attention was the rock on whose foot their encampment was located.
He was tired from the journey, but his curiosity got the better of him. He navigated through the crowd and made his way to the rock. His eyes could not scan the rock, so he didnt know what it contained. But then he noticed a small pathway that was leading to the top.
Without wasting a second, Harry made his way to the top. The path was slippery and not well made, but he expected nothing from such backward people.
On the top of the hill, he noticed several huts, which chimneys. He heard the sound of hammering and saw various types of metallic tools like shovels, spear, arrow head kept outside the hut.
Forges? Does this place have forges? He was surprised. But then he thought about it and realized that this was his oversight. He had noticed people of his clan carry metal spears and arrows but never wondered where they got those from.
Harry then turned around and glanced at his surroundings. That was the real reason he came to the top. He wanted to see with his own eyes the kind of world that he was in. He saw a green sea of grass, stretching to the horizon in three directions. But to his right, he saw moutain ranges, with some zoom he figured that the moutain area wouuld be covered in dense forest area.
A smile formed on Harry's face. He didnt know what it was about his situation, but he was loving it. After a long time, he was living freely. There was no bounty out on his head. No cartels were looking for him. He was not the most wanted man, he was just another spec of dust on this planet like any other.
"CHOW TIME," he heard a voice from behind. He turned around to see a middle-aged man, carrying in a basket what looked like loaves of bread. He was feeling hungry at the moment, so he went to the man to get a loaf for himself.
But then he saw some people beat him to it. Wearing metal collars around their neck, and sporting just loincloths, these people were different from all the people of the tribe. For one, Harry saw that these people were paler when compared to people of the tribe. Then he noticed that the disdain in the eyes of the middle aged man, giving them bread.
When the eyes of the man fell on Harry, he formed a smile, "Adui, what are you doing here? The tribe is having a feast that is going to start in a few minutes. You should go fast, before all the meat is devoured."
He nodded, "Sure." The middle-aged man looked the oldest of all the people from the tribe. Harry figured that man might hold information that might come in handy, considering he was an elder. So maintaining good relations with him might be beneficial. "We can go together," he quickly added.
The man smiled back, "Sure. Let me just feed these scums. If another one of these rutts die on my watch, chief would have my head."
It is then that Harry realized. The people before him, they were slaves…