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Chapter 6:
Weakened Copy
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"Is there no Tryacle in Gilead?" Jerimiah 8:22
- The 1568 Bishops Bible, jokingly referred to as the Treacle Bible because of the translation of this verse.
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"I don't even ride a Tryacle anymore Lina."
"Shut up Gourry."
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Copy-Xellos smiled to himself as he traveled to his next destination, Argus, a small village to the north. The Golden Dragons were justifiably suspicious, but the potential of resurrecting the Water Dragon King, would be too tempting to them. The monster race was weakened by the losses of Phibrizo, Gavv and Shabernigdo. If the Dragon race had the upper hand...
Suddenly, a wave of weakness hit the pseudo-Mazoku. He would need to feed soon. 'That was the problem with being the copy of such a powerful monster, I need a lot of energy just to maintain all the abilities of Xellos.' He thought to himself. 'Dad should be there by the time I get back.' He walked a little more slowly. Fortunately, a wagon loaded with straw happened by. Copy Xellos waved his hand the farmer waved back and pointed to the seat next to him.
"Hello, going to Argus?" asked Copy-Xellos.
"Aye me laddie, I live there w' my wee lass and me bairn." The farmer went into a long discussion about what his wife and child looked like, what he would do when he grew up. How their cottage had belonged to his father and his father's father, etc. Simple hopes and dreams from a man who neither wanted the power nor the pomp of the world, but just a family and a home. His brough grew thicker as the miles passed by.
"Will ye come to supper w' me and mine?"
"I would love to, my duties take me to the shrine of Argus. And I would go there for prayers, but I would be honored to go with you."
"Great!"
