Chapter 666: A Strange Place...

Chapter 666: A Strange Place...

Chapter 666: A Strange Place...

He said, a word that would have caused Zera’s jaw to drop to the ground.

The God’s children area was the highest realm in the Takamahagara universe! And the young alien was saying that it was a desolate place!?

If it was a desolate place, then which place was seemingly so much better than the God’s children area can be regarded as desolate!?

“This is our Thorny Asura’s only way of entering the God realm. Other God geniuses all have their way so they wouldn’t have come to ours or they are willing to start a war.

That means a person who doesn’t belong to the place already took our position...” he mused.

“What do we do, Young Devil master...”

“We wait... for him. And take back what he owes us... perhaps even more? Still, you all pray for him to return alive in the first place, kekekekekek.”

“Kekekekek.”

“Kkekekeek.”

“Kekekekek.”

—

“BAAAAAAM!”

“SPLASSSSH!”

“With the arrival of those otherworlders, you might be doing yourself a favor keeping your hands off strangers for now, Felicie,” the old uncle said, when suddenly she watched Felicie stand up from her seat, heading over to the side, and picking up the rowing paddle.

And she immediately changed their direction, rowing towards the silver-haired young man.

“What in the name of Mother Astrapheal are you doing, Felicie?” the uncle asked, yet never interrupted her, allowing her to take the row and follow her wish.

“I don’t know. I just think leaving a young man to die to drowning just because of fear of him being an otherworlder isn’t the best thought you’ve ever had...” Felicie said stubbornly and Batherlemy could only sigh in his heart, more than used to his daughter’s humorous words.

“Help me pick him up, a way to redeem your earlier sin...” Felicie said as Batherlemy rose up, from the boat dragging the body, which was none other than Zeras onto the boat.

“He’s surprisingly light for a drowned person...” he mused silently to himself as he properly placed his hands on various parts of the young man’s body, seemingly scanning for any sign of danger.

“He is not drowned at all, but his body is as cold as ice. Quick, we must get him back to the Coltan Tavern...” he said in seriousness, as he picked up the row from Felicie, rowing with a speed that was clearly beyond the best human rower’s speed, and quickly they disappeared off the river.

—

“You’re not the one to bring in a stranger, Batherlemy. Especially in such a dark time. I’m guessing this is due to that mischievous daughter of yours...” a large-bodied man, with dark hair mixed in with gray, and a smoke in the corner of his mouth said, in a small bar floor.

There were around seven other wooden tables around the sound of laughter and cards, and ladies in skimpy clothes walking around the place, serving the scrawny-looking young men drinks and roasted meats.

“Ahhh, you know me well, Fernand. Her pure eyes of kindness can’t be removed. All I hope is that it doesn’t get plucked out one day...” Batherlemy said watching as his childhood friend popped open the bottle of wine before pouring into both cups.

“As I always say, Batherlemy, she’ll be the death of you one day. Mark my words...” Fernand said with a chuckle tohe could only smile too.

“And I can only pray your words are for once wrong, Fernand. It doesn’t seem to be the case as time goes by though..”