In a river channel within the forest outside the city, bubbles suddenly erged.
The next mont, a head popped out of the water.
"Finally made it out."
The one erging from the river was none other than Ogre, who had escaped from the sewers.
Once he figured it out, he decisively chose to leave and acted swiftly.
Ogre had to leave before those people reacted.
The sewers were indeed complex, but that place was not safe.
The longer he stayed, the more dangerous it beca.
Ogre was not the kind of guy who liked to hand over the initiative to others.
"The disguise is gone..."
Climbing ashore, Ogre first touched his face.
Swimming out of the dark river in one breath, it would be a miracle if the disguise on his face remained intact.
"Well, going back like this, they probably won't recognize ."
Ogre looked at the reflection of a 'girl' on the river's surface and laughed self-deprecatingly.
Although in this form, he was definitely safe.
But Ogre had no intention of going back to stir up trouble now.
What happened in the city probably still had a layer of intrigue left; going back now would just be asking for trouble.
Foucault didn't need his concern either.
He was alone, with no need to get involved.
No matter how much intrigue there was, it had nothing to do with him.
Whoever wanted to be a pawn could go ahead, but Ogre wouldn't.
"I still need to make a trip to the Black Market to find a way to leave here..."
Ogre stood up, glanced back at the distant town, and then walked into the depths of the forest with his gun.
He would return, but not now.
"Just as well, I can also do what I hadn't done before."
Ogre never forgot his purpose for entering the human world.
To beco stronger, and then—revenge.
"So things need to be prepared..."
Ogre decided to take this opportunity to train and increase his strength to the limit he could reach.
As long as his strength increased.
All problems would cease to be real problems.
As for the matters concerning Thrandic, Ogre could only do as he said and stay away for now.
His current strength did not qualify him to rescue anyone.
Never be a savior when your strength is insufficient—because there aren't many who can back you up.
...
"Teacher... what are we going to do?" Thrandic finally couldn't help but ask.
"Deal with heretics, sothing you'll have to face sooner or later," the man in the white robe walking ahead replied.
His answer made Thrandic shiver involuntarily.
"Are all Foreign Races evil..." Thrandic asked for the first ti, a question he had never considered before.
"For example, like..." Thrandic didn't finish his sentence—because he didn't know what he truly was.
"Thran, you are confused."
"Teacher... I just..."
"If you truly consider yourself one of those things, I won't show rcy to you either," the man in the white robe's voice remained gentle.
But Thrandic had no doubt about the truth in his words.
"I understand, teacher."
"Thran, you were once my ideal successor, don't disappoint ," the man in the white robe said calmly.
"Yes..."
Clearly, nothing around had changed, yet Thrandic felt as if everything had.
Was it really just a difference in identity...
...
"Lange, didn't I tell you not to disturb during my nap ti?" Foucault got up from the lounge chair and scolded irritably.
Recent nights of continuous ditation practice had left him ntally exhausted.
So he took a day off to recuperate.
"It's not that, young master... it's really important..."
"Go on," seeing that Lange indeed had sothing important, Foucault didn't make it difficult for him.
"It's about Ogre..."
As Lange recounted the incident of Ogre killing the viscount's son.
Foucault's expression visibly changed.
"I need to talk to Uncle!" Foucault imdiately stood up.
Seeing this, Lange hesitated to speak.
"No need, I'm here."
A voice ca from behind Lange.
It was Foucault's third uncle—Leidy Chromie.
"Uncle..."
...
"Father Yard, what do you need from ..."
The restaurant owner looked at the man in the white robe before him with a standard smile.
He knew very well the other wasn't there to eat.
"You should know very well." Yard suddenly reached out and grabbed the restaurant owner's neck.
This made Thrandic, standing behind, widen his eyes.
"Lord Yard, what are you going to do to Uncle Buck!" The diners nearby stood up nervously: "This is..."
Before the diner could finish speaking, the golden Battle Qi on Yard's body erupted.
Under his will, the powerful Battle Qi turned into golden flas, completely engulfing the restaurant owner.
"Ah..."
The restaurant owner let out a miserable scream.
In no ti, the 'skin' on his body was completely burned away by the golden flas, revealing a terrifying true form.
This made the diners who were about to say sothing instantly shut their mouths.
"Spare ... I've never... hard anyone," the restaurant owner pleaded desperately.
"You are a Ghoul, no matter how you pretend to be human, you will ultimately crave human flesh, so I cannot let you live." Yard pulled him out from behind the counter and threw him in front of Thrandic, commanding, "Kill it."
"I..." Thrandic's hesitation gave the restaurant owner a chance.
He quickly sprang up, moved behind Thrandic, and took him hostage.
"You think you can threaten ?" Yard's tone was devoid of any emotion.
"I know I can't escape, I just beg you to hear out—Norse, she's not a Ghoul..."
The restaurant owner, with his terrifying appearance, spoke the most humble words... but as he spoke, he found he could no longer speak.
The golden flas had sohow burned through his chest and reached his throat.
After the restaurant owner was completely reduced to ashes, Yard walked past the stunned Thrandic with a lamp in hand.
"Thran... you have disappointed ."
"Teacher... I..." Thrandic turned around, wanting to explain.
But Yard had already disappeared completely from the restaurant.
Thrandic looked at the ashes on himself and fell into deep thought...
What is truly right...
What is wrong...
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