Chapter 113: Thirteen’s Angry Birb [Part 3]
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Chapter 113 Thirteen’s Angry Birb [Part 3]
Getting the acknowledgment of a Pocopoco wasn't hard.
However, you needed to endure its ramblings until it was satisfied.
If the person left the room, shouted at it, or even hurt it even once, the Pocopoco would deem that person unworthy of its allegiance.
So when the bird finally quieted down, Thirteen knew that he was halfway there in getting its acknowledgment.
'Finally, it's over,' Thirteen thought. 'The true negotiation starts now.'
The Pocopoco sighed before looking at the jug of water on the table.
"Can I have some water?" the Pocopoco asked. "I'm parched from all of that talking."
"Of course," Thirteen replied.
The boy took a wooden bowl from the cupboard and poured some water into it, allowing the Pocopoco to drink.
After sating its thirst, the bird said its thanks and proceeded to look at the boy with a solemn look on his face.
"How did you know?" the Pocopoco asked.
It was just a simple question, and yet, Thirteen knew that he must answer it truthfully because this was something very important to the Pocopocos.
"I watched a very dear friend of mine do the same thing, and they were able to gain the acknowledgment of your kind," Thirteen answered truthfully.
"When did this happen?"
"A little more than three hundred years ago."
"Oh? But you look extremely young. How did you watch your very dear friend do it if it happened a little more than three hundred years ago?" the Pocopoco asked. Its eyes were narrowed and paying close attention to the boy's reply.
It didn't outright say that Thirteen was lying because the bird could also tell if someone was lying to it.
The Pocopoco that his Host had managed to tame also asked for two conditions from him three hundred years ago.
"The first condition is to take the method of befriending us to your grave," the Pocopoco stated. "Like I told you earlier, my race and I don't like stupid people. It is only the smart and eccentric ones who actually pay close attention to what we have to say."
"I will do as you say," Thirteen replied.
"The second condition," the Pocopoco stated. "If there ever comes a time that you see my race in need of help, you will help them to the best of your ability."
"Okay." Thirteen nodded. "I promise."
"A promise you should keep, for we are a race blessed by the Deities of Air," the Pocopoco said. "They hear and see everything. No lies, no truths, and no secrets can escape their senses.
"They will find out if you didn't keep your word. They will also inform our entire race about you, so be warned. We may not be strong as individuals, but together, we can set many things in motion."
The Pocopoco then closed its eyes and presented its forehead to Thirteen, allowing him to remove the Slave Tattoo from its head.
Now that he had agreed to the Pocopoco's conditions, there was no need for the seal that bound it to him.
The Slave Tattoo was also useless on Pocopocos since they had the ability to ignore their Master's orders.
The only thing the Slave Tattoo could do was prevent the bird from flying away and escaping from its Master.
"I set you free," Thirteen said as he tapped the Slave Tattoo on the bird's forehead, making it disappear completely.
A sigh escaped the Pocopoco's beak as if a weight had been lifted off its body.
"Now that you've shown your sincerity, allow me to show my sincerity as well," the Pocopoco stated. "I will allow you to bestow upon me a name. This will be the name that I shall use for the three years that we would be together."
Thirteen already had a name prepared for the Pocopoco the moment he received its acknowledgment.
Unlike the Trolls and Ogres whom he gave numbered names, he prepared a special name for the Pocopoco, who would become one of his most loyal supporters over the next three years of his life.
"Vassago," Thirteen said. "From this day onward, your name will be Vassago."
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Chapter 113 Thirteen’s Angry Birb [Part 3]
Getting the acknowledgment of a Pocopoco wasn't hard.
However, you needed to endure its ramblings until it was satisfied.
If the person left the room, shouted at it, or even hurt it even once, the Pocopoco would deem that person unworthy of its allegiance.
So when the bird finally quieted down, Thirteen knew that he was halfway there in getting its acknowledgment.
'Finally, it's over,' Thirteen thought. 'The true negotiation starts now.'
The Pocopoco sighed before looking at the jug of water on the table.
"Can I have some water?" the Pocopoco asked. "I'm parched from all of that talking."
"Of course," Thirteen replied.
The boy took a wooden bowl from the cupboard and poured some water into it, allowing the Pocopoco to drink.
After sating its thirst, the bird said its thanks and proceeded to look at the boy with a solemn look on his face.
"How did you know?" the Pocopoco asked.
It was just a simple question, and yet, Thirteen knew that he must answer it truthfully because this was something very important to the Pocopocos.
"I watched a very dear friend of mine do the same thing, and they were able to gain the acknowledgment of your kind," Thirteen answered truthfully.
"When did this happen?"
"A little more than three hundred years ago."
"Oh? But you look extremely young. How did you watch your very dear friend do it if it happened a little more than three hundred years ago?" the Pocopoco asked. Its eyes were narrowed and paying close attention to the boy's reply.
It didn't outright say that Thirteen was lying because the bird could also tell if someone was lying to it.
The Pocopoco that his Host had managed to tame also asked for two conditions from him three hundred years ago.
"The first condition is to take the method of befriending us to your grave," the Pocopoco stated. "Like I told you earlier, my race and I don't like stupid people. It is only the smart and eccentric ones who actually pay close attention to what we have to say."
"I will do as you say," Thirteen replied.
"The second condition," the Pocopoco stated. "If there ever comes a time that you see my race in need of help, you will help them to the best of your ability."
"Okay." Thirteen nodded. "I promise."
"A promise you should keep, for we are a race blessed by the Deities of Air," the Pocopoco said. "They hear and see everything. No lies, no truths, and no secrets can escape their senses.
"They will find out if you didn't keep your word. They will also inform our entire race about you, so be warned. We may not be strong as individuals, but together, we can set many things in motion."
The Pocopoco then closed its eyes and presented its forehead to Thirteen, allowing him to remove the Slave Tattoo from its head.
Now that he had agreed to the Pocopoco's conditions, there was no need for the seal that bound it to him.
The Slave Tattoo was also useless on Pocopocos since they had the ability to ignore their Master's orders.
The only thing the Slave Tattoo could do was prevent the bird from flying away and escaping from its Master.
"I set you free," Thirteen said as he tapped the Slave Tattoo on the bird's forehead, making it disappear completely.
A sigh escaped the Pocopoco's beak as if a weight had been lifted off its body.
"Now that you've shown your sincerity, allow me to show my sincerity as well," the Pocopoco stated. "I will allow you to bestow upon me a name. This will be the name that I shall use for the three years that we would be together."
Thirteen already had a name prepared for the Pocopoco the moment he received its acknowledgment.
Unlike the Trolls and Ogres whom he gave numbered names, he prepared a special name for the Pocopoco, who would become one of his most loyal supporters over the next three years of his life.
"Vassago," Thirteen said. "From this day onward, your name will be Vassago."
Chapter 113 Thirteen's Angry Birb Part 3 Getting the acknowledgment of a Pocopoco wasn't hard. However, you needed to endure its ramblings until it was satisfied. If the person left the room, shouted at it, or even hurt it even once, the Pocopoco would deem that person unworthy of its allegiance. So when the bird finally quieted down, Thirteen knew that he was halfway there in getting its acknowledgment. 'Finally, it's over,' Thirteen thought. 'The true negotiation starts now.' The Pocopoco sighed before looking at the jug of water on the table. "Can I have some water?" the Pocopoco asked. "I'm parched from all of that talking." "Of course," Thirteen replied. The boy took a wooden bowl from the cupboard and poured some water into it, allowing the Pocopoco to drink. After sating its thirst, the bird said its thanks and proceeded to look at the boy with a solemn look on his face. "How did you know?" the Pocopoco asked. It was just a simple question, and yet, Thirteen knew that he must answer it truthfully because this was something very important to the Pocopocos. "I watched a very dear friend of mine do the same thing, and they were able to gain the acknowledgment of your kind," Thirteen answered truthfully. "When did this happen?" "A little more than three hundred years ago." "Oh? But you look extremely young. How did you watch your very dear friend do it if it happened a little more than three hundred years ago?" the Pocopoco asked. Its eyes were narrowed and paying close attention to the boy's reply. It didn't outright say that Thirteen was lying because the bird could also tell if someone was lying to it. The Pocopoco that his Host had managed to tame also asked for two conditions from him three hundred years ago. "The first condition is to take the method of befriending us to your grave," the Pocopoco stated. "Like I told you earlier, my race and I don't like stupid people. It is only the smart and eccentric ones who actually pay close attention to what we have to say." "I will do as you say," Thirteen replied. "The second condition," the Pocopoco stated. "If there ever comes a time that you see my race in need of help, you will help them to the best of your ability." "Okay." Thirteen nodded. "I promise." "A promise you should keep, for we are a race blessed by the Deities of Air," the Pocopoco said. "They hear and see everything. No lies, no truths, and no secrets can escape their senses. "They will find out if you didn't keep your word. They will also inform our entire race about you, so be warned. We may not be strong as individuals, but together, we can set many things in motion." The Pocopoco then closed its eyes and presented its forehead to Thirteen, allowing him to remove the Slave Tattoo from its head. Now that he had agreed to the Pocopoco's conditions, there was no need for the seal that bound it to him. The Slave Tattoo was also useless on Pocopocos since they had the ability to ignore their Master's orders. The only thing the Slave Tattoo could do was prevent the bird from flying away and escaping from its Master. "I set you free," Thirteen said as he tapped the Slave Tattoo on the bird's forehead, making it disappear completely. A sigh escaped the Pocopoco's beak as if a weight had been lifted off its body. "Now that you've shown your sincerity, allow me to show my sincerity as well," the Pocopoco stated. "I will allow you to bestow upon me a name. This will be the name that I shall use for the three years that we would be together." Thirteen already had a name prepared for the Pocopoco the moment he received its acknowledgment. Unlike the Trolls and Ogres whom he gave numbered names, he prepared a special name for the Pocopoco, who would become one of his most loyal supporters over the next three years of his life. "Vassago," Thirteen said. "From this day onward, your name will be Vassago."
