Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
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!
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 322: Five Seconds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1169- See you downstairs
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 942: The Fate-Burning Candle
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 943: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (1)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1168- Level exceeding activation
Today’s Ascart City was extraordinarily vibrant. Not even the night could disperse the huge crowds flooding the streets. The tight economic partnership formed with Rosa had reduced the cost of many products, including illumination magic tools. That helped the city to remain bright even after sunset.
In a dimly-lit study room a distance away from the bustle, Roel gazed upon Ascart City’s lively night scenery with an impassive look on his face. The silence and stillness in the room were a jarring contrast to the teeming energy outside. Those who knew him well would be able to tell that he was feeling distressed.
Roel often frowned when he encountered a problem, but his face would turn emotionless if the problem was something he was unable to resolve. It was something he consciously did to force himself to remain calm and rationally think things through.
He had to be more vigilant than ever because he was up against the unknown. He couldn’t risk being caught by the enemy with his guard down.
Unfortunately, his vigilance took a toll on him—he was unable to sleep till night.
After his discussion with Peytra and Grandar earlier in the afternoon, he had written a letter each to the Holy Capital and Rosa requesting reinforcement. When he revised the content of his letters, he couldn’t help but think that what he had written was utterly ridiculous.
Despite Roel’s persistent feeling of unease and Artasia’s warning, no one, including Peytra and Grandar, had detected any enemies thus far. Anyone who read his letters would have thought that he was being oversensitive. It was illogical to request reinforcement on such grounds.
The mobilization of high transcendents was not a matter to be made light of. It directly impacted the region’s safety and stability. Had it been anyone else requesting help with the excuse that ‘I think that I’m in danger’, the Genesis Goddess Church and Rosa would have surely dismissed them as a nutcase.
It was only because of Roel that they would be receptive to the letters.
Be it Nora’s Seraphi
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