Chapter 586 Eldritch End.

Chapter 586 Eldritch End.

DING! Ann opened her eyes, staring at an endless darkness. "Where am I?" She growled, trying to move, but her body felt heavy. Each time she tried to take a step, it felt like she was to the neck in mud.

"Hello?" She shouted and then went silent, trying to cast a light spell. She felt the mana leaving her body, but no magic showed up.Explore the genesis of this content at nov@lbin★

"Does anyone hear me?" She screamed again.

"You won't shut up, will you?" A voice replied to her from the darkness, old and crackling, "You've been a real pain, do you know that?"

She smiled. ^This voice, I feel like I heard it before.^

"Show yourself. We need to talk." She said, "I would love to know what's happening here,"

Two blue eyes flashed in the darkness, "There is nothing for me to explain to you," The voice replied, "Starting a mess close to me, you have a real problem, don't you?"

"Who are you? Show yourself," Ann called, "I'm sure I've heard your voice before."

From the darkness, an old, wrinkled face with blue eyes, white hair, and a beard stared at her. "You messed up," He said.

"You old creaking bastard? Cain?" She smiled, "I guess it's my lucky day."

[Release]

PEW! A sharp magic bolt infused with mind control magic flew from her forehead, a last-measure spell she had already precast and stored inside her head as a gem. Even in anti-magic zones, she could still release it.

Thud! The bolt stuck in Cain's forehead, his head tilted back a bit, then returned to place. "What's this?" He said, and her face paled.

His eyes burned with disturbing blue flames as he smiled, opening his mouth. His tongue extended outward like a tentacle and pulled the bolt from his forehead, and he swallowed it.

Ann started sweating as she saw Cain tilt his head with a disgusting smile, "How cute, a mind control spell. What mind are you trying to control?" He giggled.

"What are you?" Ann cried.

"Come on," Cain laughed, "Tell me, which mind did you try to control?"

Cain lifted the letter, "The hero ceremony at the church in the capital, and then this?" He lifted the letter, reading the content without opening it.

"Are you going?" His maid approached.

"Of course, I'll go," Cain replied, "I have to wack that brat in the head with my cane, getting this old man to move a lot,"

"Exercise is good for your health," She replied with a smile.

"I hope you're ready to help me pick something to wear," He looked at her, "And you better do a good job."

She smiled, "Would I get a reward if I did a bad job?"

"No," He replied, and she sighed, sad.

"Fine, you want the fancy one or the normal one?" She asked.

"Something normal," He replied, "That cheeky Arad, having several weddings in a row instead of a big one. Does he think people can attend for a month? That's a third of the winter!"

"Merlin's heater is working, so the cold won't be a problem." She replied.

"Did you read the letter?" Cain looked at her.

"No, it's sealed." She replied as if it was obvious.

"You could have read it like this."

"A maid doesn't read or tinker with its master's letters." She replied with a straight face.

"He's holding the wedding at the foot of the mountain. In that village he's building," Cain looked back, "The heater doesn't reach there, and he seems to be relying on one red wyrmling for heat."

"One wyrmling?" She looked at Cain, "She could do it, but that's hard work."

"Dragons are prideful. She'll die before accepting to be a freeloader on his land. I'm sure she's the one who asked for a job, and that's what she got." Cain waved his hand.

"I'm right. She's getting paid in food, protection, and gold to start forming her own hoard." Cain sighed, "He even gave her a cave to use as a layer on his land."