Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
I, The Dragon Overlord
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 900 - Times Have Changed
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 761- Scheme
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 777: Freedom
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.09 - Northern District's Haze
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 074: Hetu’s Misfortune
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 164: Battlefield Test Version
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 43: The Han Revolution
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 416: Carrying a Saber Up The Mountain
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 249.2: Surrender, I'll Take You to the Orgy Tonight (2)
Is It Too Late to Leave the Chat Group?
Book 07 Chapter 002: The Careless Luo Li
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 42: Mandarin!
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 760- Job Merge Scroll
Weird Live Broadcast: I Can Deduce Endlessly
Chapter 199: Library of Wapeng
Weird Live Broadcast: I Can Deduce Endlessly
Chapter 198: Sharing a Drink (2)
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 899 - Astonishing Zero Wing
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 759- Swift victory
The Defeated Saintess Is On A Journey To Tame The Evil God
Book 01 Chapter 04.08 - Northern District's Haze
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 163: Battle Supplies
When Roel Ascart’s name echoed in those pitch-black ears, the ancient treant finally managed to link the significance of the current situation to a family name in his river of memories. He understood what this family name signified, and the knowledge of it finally eased his tensed nerves.
“He’s not an enemy.”
A hoarse voice sounded from the ancient treant, and it made the demonic creatures and werewolves heave a sigh of relief. Shadows swiftly flitted across the darkness of the forest as these guards quickly left the area in packs.
Roel calmly looked on as the shadowy figures hiding in the darkness of the forest swiftly departed one after another. In response, he released the manifestation of the crimson giant behind him, causing the crimson mana to dissipate into the surroundings, and the golden snake resting on his arm slowly slithered back into the Nine-headed Serpent Staff.
With a gentle breeze, the forest reverted back to its usual calm, as if nothing had happened at all.
“I’m grateful for your hospitality despite my abrupt visit, Mister Kayde.”
“No, it’s only right for me to do this. But the Ascarts, hm? There have been quite a few interesting things going on recently…” remarked Kayde.
He raised his head to gaze into the distance. It might have been an illusion, but it looked like the eyes of the ancient treant were gleaming brightly. A moment later, he spoke once more.
“Before we get to that… boy, do you have any alcohol? I’m pining for some.”
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“Ahh, it tastes as nostalgic as ever. Like Ousen’s black soil, it really is an unforgettable flavor…”
The ancient treant poured vat after vat of the pale yellow alcohol into his tree hole as he moaned in pleasure and delight, though the weird analogy used here left Roel with a bizarre look on his face.
When Kayde asked Roel for alcohol, the latter revealed a ‘Heh, I got it all prepared’ smile and gestured for Cynthia and the others to bring ten vats of alcohol forward. He thought that it should have been enough, but to his surprise, the ancient treant drank alco
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