Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
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Roel opened his eyes to an empty room.
Looking out of the window, he noticed that the afternoon sun had dimmed considerably. He took a quick glance at the hanging clock and saw that two hours had passed since he fell asleep. Even so, he didn’t rush to get up right away.
Instead, he pinched the center of his brows to dispel his grogginess before slowly organizing the information he had gathered from the conversation he had had with Grandar.
Without a doubt, he had gathered plenty of explosively shocking information from Grandar this time around. In particular, the knowledge about the cause of Grandar’s death and his stance on the Savior deepened the trust between them.
It was a fruitful visit.
After he was done organizing his thoughts, Roel looked at his hanging clock once more and knew that it was about time for him to head to his next appointment. There was more than one ancient god he had to visit today.
Recalling the words Charlotte had said prior to her departure, Roel rose to his feet and headed to the glasshouse where Charlotte was fond of having her tea. Before he could enter the glasshouse, a maid stopped him and informed him about the situation inside.
“Lord Roel, our young miss is asleep inside.”
“Got it,” Roel replied with a nod.
He spent a moment in thought before ordering the maid to bring a blanket over.
Three months had passed since he left Saint Freya Academy to chase after Charlotte’s convoy, and the seasons had moved from autumn to winter. While Rosa had a warmer climate, being located closer to the north, the temperature would still plummet in the late afternoon.
Worried that Charlotte might catch a cold, Roel took the blanket from the maid and quietly entered the glasshouse. He soon spotted Charlotte napping away on a soft reclining chair with Grace standing guard beside her.
Grace acknowledged Roel’s presence with a polite nod before she excused herself from the room. Her tactfulness left Roel feeling weirdly sheepish, but he didn’t stop her from leaving.
He slowly made his way toward Charlot
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