strictlysupreme Chapter 123 - 122: Reflecting Ethan’s Nostalgia
Chapter 123 - 122: Reflecting Ethan’s Nostalgia
Chapter 123: Chapter 122: Reflecting Ethan’s NostalgiaDuring the nights in Gear City over the past few days, the energy crystal turned into a large online chat room. Ave had numerous little schemes, always trying to invoke Ethan’s homesickness by describing the joyful life in Ximu Town and hinting that if he didn’t come back soon, the other side would be riding Miss Keroy to conquer the stars and the sea.
To win Miss Keroy’s affection, the former Knight Commander, once resplendent in the Empire, transformed into a genuine chicken farmer, meticulously taking care of Miss Keroy every day.
As for the business in the Fireplace Bay shop, it had been a while since the Ice Arrow Scrolls were restocked. Those who relied on Ice Arrows for hunting seemed addicted, asking every night when Heisenberg would restock them.
Rowena made some progress in her re
The hunter sensed something and slowly opened his eyes, looking at the woman wearing a swirling mask who had appeared in the room by some unknown means.
The woman stood before him, scrutinizing him condescendingly.
"Do it," the hunter stated calmly, fully aware that with his strength, he was no match for a big figure like Aisoke. But Kane’s speech had moved him deeply, and the investigators claimed the red plague and the Evil God helped him exact revenge. Next, he should offer his soul to the Evil God.
This was a fair trade, and he had no complaints, but before that, "Are my wife and daughter okay?"
The Evil God’s emissary seemed disinclined to answer his question. The cold engulfed the hunter suddenly, his vision went black, and his consciousness plunged into an endless abyss.
He didn’t know how long he lingered in the abyss, but according to the church’s doctrine, everyone who offered their soul to the Evil God would suffer eternal torment.
When the cold retreated, the hunter smelled the scent of earth.
He lay on the cold ground, surrounded by lush vegetation, far from Gear City and beyond the patrol of the Kingdom Army outside the city.
The hunter slowly got up, his arms covered in dirt, beside him was the torn open and scattered straitjacket.
The emissary of the Evil God didn’t share news about his wife and daughter, only told him that if he followed the path, he’d reach a place called Ximu Town.
He would find answers there.
This was an outcome the hunter never dreamed of; he walked forward with heavy steps.
The Evil God’s scheme, they would first offer hope, then mercilessly crush it; that was their pleasure—those were the church’s declarations about the Evil God, known to anyone who sat in the preaching hall of the Saint Hilman Cathedral for a while.
Still, he had to see Ximu Town.
If this was a beautiful dream meticulously woven by the Evil God, he would even choose to drown in it.