The Japanese
At least a hundred people had witnessed the rain prayer and the slaying of the monster. Every one of them swore it was true, and there had even been foreign witnesses.
If a rumor like that wasn't well known in Somalia, that would be the real surprise.
With modern communications to help it along, it had spread through half of Somalia like the wind. At least around Mogadishu, every local wizard knew about it.
It was no wonder Great Wizard Buguola had heard, too.
"You know about it as well?"
Huoleini gaped at him.
He finally realized that the young doctor from the Chinese peacekeeping force hadn't been talking complete nonsense. Some of what he'd said seemed to be true.
"They say a great demon king has been released. Sigh, who knows if it's true!"
That was what Great Wizard Buguola was most concerned about at the moment.
As the one who'd started the rumor, Li Bai had never imagined that people would take his offhand nonsense seriously.
Recently, all sorts of rumors had been spreading like wildfire: locust plagues, drought, famine, war, and even man-eating monsters. It was hard not to wonder whether some great demon king was really about to emerge.
Africans were particularly superstitious. If there was any connection between things, they'd automatically fill in the blanks.
"Demon King?"
Huoleini shook his head inwardly. He didn't believe a word of it.
What kind of demon king? A barrage of artillery would turn them all to dust.
After leaving a generous sum as thanks, he took his leave of Great Wizard Buguola.
Still unwilling to give up, Huoleini went to several other wizards one after another. Their opinions were much the same and could be summed up in one sentence: to untie the knot, you had