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Chapter 669: Enchanted 2

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.

In the distance, a delicate bridge arched over the icy water, leading to a seemingly faraway island, where he could feel the large presence of living beings mixed in with very strange yet familiar auras.

The snowy wonderland managed to capture Zeras’s attention for a while, causing him to stop in his steps and simply look frozenly at everything, unable to withdraw his gaze, even after hearing the heavy footsteps that came to a halt just below him.

It belonged to none other than Fernand and Balthemore, who had rushed here after being alerted by Mrs. Charlotte of the seemingly heavily dozed young man’s awakening.

They had no idea who he was, but waking up so fast after being so heavily dozed and being around their daughter was more than enough to send both old men leaving their beloved drinks behind and running over to the place.

But what they saw was the scene of the silver-haired young man who seemingly looked dazedly at the falling snow, and far behind him, the clearly flustered Felicie, whose outstretched hands revealed to them a possibility of her calling the young man back.

Caught in such a scene, they had no idea what to do, wondering whether it was a good thing to disturb the young man, who was in a dazed position of seeming surreality.

“Felicie, are you alright?” Balthemore said, skillfully passing by Zeras on the steps and approaching his precious daughter.

He cared not for anything but the safety of her.

“You don’t seem to witness the snow much. Beautiful, isn’t it?” The voice rang out to Zeras, and reflexively he nodded his head, accepting the comment.

But that was when he recovered himself as he stared at the old man, recognizing him to be the one who had dozed him.

Unfortunately, his doze only knocked him out for a minute before he woke up once more…

Staring at each other, the snow poured down even heavier, as the light of the moon seemed to dim even more from the lights.

“Come in, the snow is very heavy, and it doesn’t seem to be stopping anytime soon,” Fernand said, walking past him, while tapping his shoulder twice.

With furrowed eyebrows, Zeras looked up at the snow. It didn’t affect him much at all, and only slightly blocked his view, but he could still make it even within it.

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.