Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Horror Game Designer
Loser System and Berserker Me
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 257: Transmigration
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 335: Cursed Daughter
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1195.5- Area beneath the walls (2)
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 326 - Can You Guess How I Felt At That Moment?
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 953: Old Friends
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1195- Area beneath the walls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 25.1
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 632.1: Reverse Scale - Part 1
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 334: We're Very Welcoming
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 256: Enter the Door
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 325 - They're Out Of Luck
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1194- Top Flower
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 952: A Hundred Years of Accumulation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1193- Heaven and Earth as one
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 324 - A Bunch Of Fake Gods; Princess Dongfang Yao
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 24.2
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 40: The Demon King’s Decision
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 631: The Word Traitor
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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