Chapter 11

It was a few great distances between Nankpiit village and Herbs Hill. The homing pigeon had returned, Tebukbe Laarbik was yet to arrive.

Pangmang got anxious and devastated, considering the swelling face and neck of his grandfather.

The swelling was spreading steadily, and his grandfather was mourning in pain.

He tried using magic to heal his grandfather, but all proved futile. Although he was in the dark magic cult, the cure for an enchanted bee-stung was not under his bosom.

It was almost a sunset, and different kinds of birds were hymning at Duutloug hats. Two men walked in, it was Tebukbe Laarbik and his aide Yoobe.

Pangmang, when he saw Tebukbe Laarbik with his aide, let out a long sigh of relief and quickly got up.

He welcomed Tebukbe Laarbik and his aide and gave them millet flour mixed with water that he had already prepared at hand. It was their tradition to offer every visitor millet flour mixed with water.

Tebukbe

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