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Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil
Vile Evil Hides Under The Veil
1003 - NovelR18
Eren’s group needed to pass through the giant door to enter the
city officially. The butcher was walking up to Nina and the rest
when he saw a flying vehicle approaching them.
This flying vehicle looked like a giant fish with live fins in all four
cardinal directions. It had metallic bat wings and a glass deck
serving as its face. It stopped right in front of the three Master-
ranked entities as if wanting to get them aboard.
Eren and the rest looked at Jiana who nodded at Duja Katak
before speaking up.
“Certainly!”
Nina, Levine, and Jiana boarded the vehicle. Eren was about to
follow their lead as well. But then he stopped. He felt like he was
being watched by a certain someone and the gaze felt familiar.
Reva Rain couldn’t help feeling amazed by Eren as she saw him
approaching her. The way Eren reacted to her distant gaze
amazed her. Furthermore, she could see that he was
approaching her as if he knew her personally.
A tussle between the Escalon guild and the White Raven guild
had already been established and well-known. But she didn’t feel
like it warranted such a personal response from Eren who hadn’t
even met her as far as she could tell.
***
There was only just enough red light in the room to see 10
meters into the distance. A bunch of dead bodies could be seen
lying on the ground with cuts and wounds all over them. It was
clear that they had not died because they were already injured.
They died because they couldn’t handle the pain they were
subjected to.
“Aaaaaaargh!”
This old man was an Adept ranker who had been fighting for
survival almost his entire life. It was a wonder that he had
managed to break into the Adept rank given the conditions he
had been subjected to all his life.
Reva Rain got close and released a mouthful of smoke over the
green-eyed man’s face. The latter started coughing because his
mortal-like body had lost the ability to sustain the side effects of
smoke released from a ranked pencil cigarette.
“Tch tch tch. You failed this mission as well, Old Idril. Just what I
expected from you. Another pathetic performance. Another
excellent reason to punish you.”