Chapter 669: Enchanted 2

Chapter 669: Enchanted 2

Chapter 669: Enchanted 2

“Don’t play dumb with me,” Felicie barked out, not giving in a little.

She had heard tales of how mischievous and evil those otherworlders are. But even more than that were tales of their seemingly godly abilities.

She had just seen him easily disappear from where she sat and arrive at the other end of the room, blocking her axe strike.

He was no doubt an otherworlder, as not many she knew could even move around half the speed he just moved at.

“Does it matter if I am an otherworlder or not?” Zeras asked, shaking his head as he moved towards Felicie, who shifted back from caution, but he never really reached her before branching to the door, preparing to move out.

He already got his hands on the information he needed. His purpose here had been achieved, and that signaled his time to leave.

“WAAAITT!!!” She screamed after him as she also ran to the exit, seeing Zeras move out of the place.

‘Hmmm, it’s been a long time since I’ve seen falling snow...’ Zeras mused silently, looking at the heavy snow that poured down his face.

Forgetting the snow, the place around him was breathtaking.

A seemingly peaceful village, blanketed in a thick layer of pristine snow, the domed roofs and elegant towers of the buildings shimmering under the pale moonlight.

The windows of the houses in the area, which looked like huts strangely stacked over each other like storey buildings, emitted a warm, inviting light, casting a golden hue onto the snowy landscape.

Tall evergreen trees stood majestically around the village, their branches heavy with snow, adding to the scene’s tranquil beauty.

The gentle curving streets and pathways were lined with meticulously maintained snow-covered hedges, leading to charming courtyards and hidden nooks.

But in the end, he decided to ignore the kind-hearted gesture shown towards him and decided to follow Fernand back into the small cottage.

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CRACKLE...

CRACKLE...

The sound of the crackling flaming wood placed under the wardrobe resonated throughout the small room, where a total of three figures could be seen.

They were none other than Fernand, Zeras, and Balthemore. Felicie had been sent into her room to rest for the night, giving the three men their privacy.

The only sound save from the crackling wood was the puffing of smoke from a pipe placed in the mouth of Fernand, who closed his eyes, relishing the smoking, while Balthemore simply stared cautiously at Zeras, whose pupils showed wood crackling in the fire...

“How abysmally quiet. It’s like a gathering of long-lost enemies,” Fernand said with a hearty chuckle as Zeras slowly turned his gaze away from the wood and to them.

From both men, he could sense not even the slightest trace of mana, yet looking at both their faintly wrinkled faces, they were seemingly tougher than steel, holding close to no difference to that of a galaxy-rank cultivator.

“Your eyes behold surprise looking at us. Not from around here, are you...” Fernand said, blowing a large amount of his smoke into the air. Being a smoker himself, it didn’t bother Zeras that much, and he nodded to the man.

“I guess that’s what you all call otherworlders?” Zeras probed, resulting in a nod from Fernand.

“You’re strange. The otherworlders here already know we refer to them as otherworlders, but you seem to have no clue at all, but definitely not from around here. Just who are you?” Balthemore asked, his gaze furrowed in suspicion.

Zeras didn’t know why, but he could tell the man didn’t really seem to fancy him that much.

Almost like he had a hate against otherworlders, as he looked at him with sharpness, contrary to the gaze of Fernand, which was seemingly more relaxed.