The Primal Hunter 9 (The Primal Hunter #9)

by Zogarth

"You know what? I just think I might," Jake spoke to himself after she was gone. Then he turned around and began heading towards the bowyer. As he walked towards the gateway he needed to take, he felt a certain someone poke at his consciousness. "What’s up, Villy?" Jake answered. "I am experiencing some highly complicated emotions right now," the Viper answered. "On the one hand, it was about bloody time you bedded the succubus, and I can only commend the act, but on the other hand, I lost a bet with Duskleaf, as I seriously thought you would get with the elf before the demon." "How many fucking bets do you guys have going on?" Jake asked with exasperation. "To clarify, when you say fucking bets, do you mean how many bets in total we have, or how many bets we have related to literal fucking?" "I… actually don’t want to know,” Jake muttered telepathically. “So, did you want anything else?" "No, not really. I just wanted to praise your decision-making skills today, even if it was a far-too-long-delayed choice. You humans and your odd ingrained values. Oh, well, congratulations once more. See ya around!" With those words, the Viper’s presence was gone. Jake shook his head at the snake god, wondering how everyone else could treat such a goofball with such reverence. Oh well, time to get my bow, Jake thought, shaking off the thought. Today had been a good day so far, and he hoped it would continue to be a good day through getting his upgraded bow, as well as new or improved glo...