Chapter 681: Taking Care of Minor Problems...

Chapter 681: Taking Care of Minor Problems...

Chapter 681: Taking Care of Minor Problems...

Zeras said to her, before immediately rising to his feet, preparing to move out instantly.

Yet, he couldn’t help but notice the quietness from the figure behind him. “What’s wrong?” he asked her with a raised eyebrow.

“Oh, nothing. It’s just that we have to wait, I think, two more days now for the tower to appear first. Only then will we learn how to navigate through the place and know the direction.

The tower’s direction in relation to north, south, east, or west is not fixed, you know,” Felicie said to him with a smile as Zeras’s eyebrows creased in irritation, yet it was already gone before it could be noticed by her, carefully concealed.

“Oh, that makes sense. We’ll wait for two more days then. I can wait that long at least,” Zeras said to her, as Felicie smiled in return.

GRUUUUUUM.

The sound, like a muffled dragon’s roar, came out, and Zeras couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow as he looked at Felicie, who smiled embarrassingly and Zeras turned to look at her stomach.

“Are you having a stomach ache?” he asked.

“Yes! A stomach pain as a result of not having eaten for close to an entire day now,” she said, as Zeras simply stood there dumbly. ‘Food!? When was the last time that thing was in any of my considerations at all!?’

Seeing the scrunched-up face of Zeras, Felicie felt a pang of fear in her heart. “Hey, it’s okay. You don’t need to worry about me. I’ll just go get some food down below, or I’ll just stall it for the next two days. I won’t die, you know...”

“Come with me,” Zeras said as he moved towards the door exit and Felicie took off her purse from the hung chair around the table, quickly chasing after his shadow.

They quickly climbed down the steps. The entire time, her gaze couldn’t help but look continuously at him, her heart racing from mixed emotions.

Being this close to an otherworlder, or even listening to the orders of an otherworlder at all, was enough to make her heart feel like bursting out of her chest.

And all that was due to fear, fear of the unknown.

Especially him!

It was hard to know who he really was. She had been told by her uncle how bad the otherworlders were, and she had been given quite the taste of it when she had arrived here.

She had immediately faced a scammer on her entrance, and the next time, she was faced with bad men who wanted to rape her.

Everything only confirmed her uncle was right. But he...he was different. He could reason normally, like coming to aid her, even though a little late, still he listened. And he allowed her in his home.

He didn’t touch her at all, even though they were literally inches away from each other through the dark night.

Yet there was something that wasn’t quite right about him.

“Felicie!?” she asked in shock, as Felicie muffled out a small smile. “Um, how is everything Mrs. Dumblenun...”

Slowly the lady took her gaze away from him, before returning to look at Zeras. “Hmmm,” she hummed slightly with a suspicious gaze as she looked at Zeras, her eyes not particularly the most welcoming.

“Oh, don’t worry, Mrs. Dumblenun. He’s a...um, friend. Just trust me, okay?” Felicie quickly said, before the situation distorted and Mrs. Dumblenun only stared at him harder before finally opening her doors wide, allowing them in.

“Welcome to our Dumblenun restaurant, Mr. Otherworlder,” Mrs. Dumblenun said, her hawk eyes looking at Zeras who grinned back evilly. “The pleasure is mine, Mrs. Dumbledum!”

“It’s DUMBLENUN!”

“Yeah, that is what I said!” Zeras said chuckling to himself as he followed Felicie to a random sitting table in the area.

“Looks kinda...barren?” Zeras asked looking at the room which was dimly lit and seemingly out of business. Yet, each of the chairs was sparkling clean, revealing that it had not been abandoned yet.

“It just looks like that. But this place is known as the Dumblenun Restaurant. The very best of this place, where hundreds and hundreds of our people come to visit in a day. But Mrs. Dumblenun is a woman of great safety. She closes her business just before the otherworlders arrive, and she reopens it once they leave.

Everyone already knows that now, well, except for the otherworlders of course,” Felicie said to him, and Zeras simply shrugged.

“If it’s closed, why are we here though?”

“Don’t worry about it. I have quite the special position in her heart. She’ll help me out, you just stay here on the seat, okay?” she said, before quickly scurrying off, her gaze turning back to look at him occasionally, an unsure smile on her face, before she quickly disappeared.

‘Tch, like I even care. All I need is to get to the Tower of God, retrieve that earring, and immediately go continue my other preparations! And I’ll do anything to get that...’ Zeras thought in his head, his finger tapping gently against the table.

Time strangely seemed to crawl so slow for him. Still, he knew well rushing this or being impatient would do no good. He had to withstand every one of the inconveniences, for the greater good of himself, and his almost hopeless future.

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“FELICIE!!” Mrs. Dumblenun roared out at her, as Felicie’s hands rubbed against her palms, with a pretty much lost smile on her face.

“Yesss?”

“You! You!...How could you ever disobey your uncle! And you dare call that heinous devil a friend!!!? What has gotten into your head?

Tell me, is he the one that hit your head, or has he cast one of their forbidden curses on you!? Tell me, and I’ll make sure he never leaves this place alive!!!” Mrs. Dumblenun said storming off but got her hands grabbed by Felicie.

“No! No! No! It’s not like that Mrs. Dumblenun, I swear it! You know even if I lie to everyone in the world, you’ll always be an exception, right?”

“I do. Now tell me everything from how you got, in some impossible way, your uncle’s approval, and how an otherworlder is now a ‘friend’ of yours!”