"You really are not sane, Noya!"
Only one sentence was said by Zeno, since he set foot in Noya's house. However, the sentence kept repeating itself until it was already the twentieth count. Noya, who had been silent all along, now rolled her eyes.
After finishing pounding some ingredients, Noya immediately sat behind Zeno. He stared at the wound on the other party's back with a sly smile. Then, his hand applied oil from a white bowl to the wound. Next, Noya took the potion that he had pounded and put it directly on the wound.
Zeno winced softly, but now he screamed stifled. Noya pressed the potion—it looks like he did it on purpose. "Noya," Zeno said quietly. "You want to die now?"
"Hahaha." The alchemist laughed brokenly. "I told you, your wife is not on earth."
"And why did you send me to that bad creature's place?"
"Yeah, that's because they deserve it. Just so you know, those who surrounded your wife in her house."
Silence returns to greet. Until finally, Noya spread the oil over the potion that covered the wound. He quickly packed his things and left Zeno for a few minutes.
Noya came back with a brown bottle. He gave it to Zeno. It's a pain reliever. Effective enough for Zeno, who is now far from Cia. However, he still had to drink it every day—once. There's no sweet medicine, except for the children's syrup or the medicine you put in a jar of sugar.
"I will make a supply of potions for you, Your Highness."
"Yes," replied Zeno.
Zeno immediately left Noya's house, walking slowly. This area has become the property of the Lycan nation. However, other nations may pass or stop by if they have good intentions. There is no special protection, only a thin membrane that manipulates human vision.
For those who don't see, they will only see a dirty swamp from the bottom up. But for those who can, the marshes are charming and charming wooden houses.
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"They are looking for who?" A man who had just stepped into the chaos, took off his black hood. He stared at all the remaining contents of the cauldron. His face was handsome, with a stiff jaw, and then the man's nose matched his features perfectly.
"They are lycans, sir. One of them seems to be looking for something, um, that's his wife," replied the witcher leader.
"Are we holding him back?" asked the man who was called 'Master'.
Everyone shook their heads slowly. They looked down at each other's feet, waiting for their Master to speak. "What is the name of the lycan nation?"
Shut up. They all looked at each other, they forgot, or maybe they didn't know. However, one of them seemed to remember. "He... has brown hair. Oh sir, you should know that there's only one lycan herd here."
"Where?"
"Nordic Mountain, Master Vasilio."
He's Vasilio—the leader of all dark creatures on this earth. He had pretty decent visuals; his hair was flaming red, his eyes were also dark red, the man's complexion was a light honey color, and he had a tall, stout build.
His combat experience is already high and the man's ability deserves a thumbs up. Vasilio was born hundreds of years ago, he's just an ordinary human. It was one of the children of the previous King. With all the knowledge he has, he finds a way to become immortal, namely, absorbing the essence of pure beings and uniting their hearts during a blood-red lunar eclipse.
This happens once every 200 years. The longer it takes, the more Vasilio's power grows. Also, with his physique, which doesn't age, only his age. Vasilio had only one wish—to be immortal or a complete god.
"Are we going to repay them, sir?" asked one of the witchers.
Vasilio pulled back his hood, "Yes. In another way."
In a flash, the man had moved. He was at the outskirts of the forest and immediately took off the long black robe. Vasilio headed for his luxurious black car, racing through the streets towards town.
The luxury car stopped right in front of a towering building. Vasilio got out of his car, then a security guard rushed up to him, bowed respectfully, and took over the car to park it where it should have been.
Along the way he walked to his room, everyone who passed him would definitely bow at a glance. That's because Vasilio is the owner of the largest retail company in Europe. He purposely built a business like this, to gain support, and easily manipulated human minds.
"Good morning, Mr. Vasilio," greeted the secretary.
Vasilio's secretary is sexy, her clothes are tight, and as soon as she bends over, her cleavage and chest are slightly visible. The secretary's facial features were naturally beautiful. However, she wasn't human, she was a lizard.
"Viona, has the heavy equipment company agreed?" asked Vasilio.
Viona followed the master into the room, "They have to review the location first, sir."
"Tell them to move faster. If not, I will burn their proposal and there will be no further cooperation."
Viona nodded, after informing them about their schedule today, she should immediately inform other companies. Vasilio didn't want to be rash, but he didn't like being late either.
The man in the black suit looked at the city from the glass of his room. I'm going to ravage your home, he thought. Of course, that line was meant for Zeno. The other party had misfired and Vasilio would never let this go away.
There is a high price to pay. The liquids spilled by Zeno are not ordinary liquids. It takes fifty-three years to boil completely. Yesterday was just the right time, so Vasilio visited the cave. However, what happened was beyond his expectations. The ingredients to make the liquid were hard to come by and required a struggle.
Especially with the half-god prisoners, assisted by the Lycan. Vasilio would not stay silent would be an interesting revenge.