Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chaotic Sword God
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Apocalypse Gacha
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
I, The Dragon Overlord
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 211: A Sword to Curb All Means
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 393: The Rain That Year
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 235.2: What Is the Strongest Human? Tactical Retreat (2)
Loser System and Berserker Me
Chapter 10: Augustus and the Sultana
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 210: Trump Card
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 703- Nightmare Cannibal Body
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter 155 - Dekan Doesn't Swindle Honest Folks
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Chapter 154 - Mauleon's Wealth-Building Skills
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Chapter 867 - Godlike Party
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 702- Tough battle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 754: Testing
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Chapter 175 - Spirited Away By A Skill
Everlasting Immortal Firmament
Book 08 Chapter 060: Ground Control Palace, Everlasting Nether Capital!
Conquering OtherWorld Starts With a Game
Chapter 141: Sealed Artifact
Secular Immortal of the Nine Realms
Chapter 209: You Said It
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 392: The Dirt Mound on the Hill
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Chapter 235.1: What Is the Strongest Human? Tactical Retreat (1)
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3707: Searching for Clues
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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