Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects! Chapter 96.2: Elktela… I Want to Make You Mine (2)

She frowned and said, "Don't make such a joke. Rayne Haines, Leta has been living an ignoble existence under the quasigods for a thousand years without being able to break free from the threat. Even with the intervention of those demigods from your side, it's impossible. Absolutely impossible..."

Rayne smiled and said gently, "Indeed, there's no reason for you to believe me. I can understand that. Therefore, Great Teacher, we'll talk about the quasigods after we settle the problem of the Black Catastrophes that no one has been able to resolve for the past thousand years. How about that?"

Rayne's tone was calm and composed. His words and actions gave the Great Teacher the illusion that everything in the world seemed to be within his calculations.

That's right…

Suddenly, the Great Teacher realized that the man before her was definitely not an ordinary person.

He had already quelled way too many impossibilities and created miracles incessantly...

He killed an ancient dragon and repelled the Empress of the Nether Realm.

And now, he wanted to find the entrance of the mysterious lairs and head to the origin of the Black Catastrophes that no one had explored in the past thousand years…

Thereafter, he was even confident that he could purge the quasigods and give the Leta people a peace that they would not even dream of.

The Great Teacher looked at Rayne in a daze.

Suddenly, she thought of something.

Although this man was only a mortal, he possessed…

Ah, that's right.

He possessed divinity.

At that moment, the Great Teacher suddenly understood why Rayne Haines could always attract her gaze…

It was because of his aura.

The Great Teacher had always had that vague feeling.

The words and actions of this young man who looked to be less than 20 years old were indescribably different from ordinary people.

It was an indescribable feeling of vicissitude, as though he had already seen through the mortal world and crossed the endless sands of time. Under his calm gaze was unimaginable suffering and misery.

It was as

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