Chapter 230: A Message From the Ancestors
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Little Tyrant Doesn't Want to Meet with a Bad End Chapter 230: A Message From the Ancestors

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.”

“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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