Chapter 165: 165 Episode 164, Licking the Lick' Abnormalities

The dragon's tail was sticking out of the Belfain Lordship. I'm not sure if I should say it was as expected, or if I should feel something else entirely.

A pillar of magic power is still extending up to the sky, sprinkling light green shimmering light. The majesty of it made me feel as if I were really facing a dragon. I couldn't help but feel my tongue tremble and my throat clamor.

What are you really doing, Fialaat? In the middle of nowhere. Just as my feet finally stopped wobbling, Kalia's lips quirked up in my ear.

You're hurt. You're injured, and I can come and take care of you on my own.

It was a shadowy tone. He didn't seem to want to make eye contact with us. This is also unusual for Kalia. Perhaps that's because she already knows the answer I'm going to give. Even so, she may have been trying to show her own kind of concern.

As if in response to her concern, I tuck my chewing tobacco into my chest and say.

It would be better for the rest of the meal if you were at least a little hungry.

With a shrug of his shoulders, he replied and put his hand on the main gate of the lord's mansion. The guards and gatekeepers who would normally be present were nowhere to be seen. Had they escaped? Or perhaps they had been threatened by the strange sight and rushed into the house. Either way, it's convenient that he's not here.

That's what I thought, and then I realized something.

Strangely, I can't hear a thing. This is unusual. You'd expect to hear a lot of commotion, almost screaming, coming from inside the building. Strangely, it's quiet. Could it be that everyone has already fled the building?

Immediately, something cold crept up from my heels. I almost feel a delusional expectation escape my throat, wondering if something bad is happening ahead. What the hell? What the hell am I thinking about? I don't need to think about anything. All I have to do is walk into this house, take Fialaert's hand, and run away from Belfain. It's over. It's supposed to be over.

My throat rumbled strangely loudly. And then...

--G-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o--

Cutting through the silence, an ear-splitting roar echoed around me. It was like the sound of a solemn bell.

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What's going on?

I'm not sure if this is a good idea or not, but it's a good idea.

It's a good idea to have a good idea of what's going on in your life. The feeling stuck on my skin and wouldn't leave. It was as if something was tracing over my skin and taking away the heat itself.

Earlier, it was only a slight discomfort. A blink of an eye and you'd forget it. But now, my heart has a definite feeling of dread. My tongue is dry, and I can even feel the blood rushing furiously through my body. It's as if something is being taken from me, as if my skin is being forcibly ripped from my body.

Mordor's lips opened involuntarily, "Who is it? But after a few moments, there was no answer. He called out again, but the result was the same. Strange. At this hour, there must be a servant waiting for him. They should be. So why is there no response? Strange, strange, strange. In his mind, Mordor was beginning to get the feeling that something unusual must be going on.

Without realizing it, his hand reached for the axe in his office.

It was the one he had wielded in the past, but now it felt strangely heavy. Thinking about it, I've deteriorated a lot. My body may no longer be able to walk the battlefield, or even wield the axe to its fullest.

But as for the core of his spirit, Moldow has no intention of letting it fade.

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His heart tells him that something wrong is happening in his house, that something abnormal is brewing. Then it's your duty to eliminate the cause.

Yes, this is my house. Belle Fane is your city. What you once held in your hands, what you once called your best friend, what you once loved, what you smashed to the ground, what you took, is yours. All of my life.

I don't know what's causing this anomaly. I don't know if it's caused by someone else.

But it's not something I can tolerate. I will not allow anyone to reach into my house, into my city.

I grit my teeth, open my eyes, and force my body to work harder, and put my hand on the door of my office.

At the same moment, the door opened its wide mouth. He raises his axe reflexively.

"Mr. Mordor, are you all right?

As he swung his axe down, he saw his follower, the saint Alueno. The air caressed my throat unconsciously. A sigh of relief escaped from Mordor's mouth.

The relief came from the fact that what was behind the door was not a frightening presence, and that the saint Alueno was safe. These were the two things that brought me out.

Yes, even in this unusual situation, Mordor could not leave the saint Alueno alone. If the saint's body were to be injured, the cathedral might excommunicate her for it. No matter what kind of abnormality had occurred, she would not be able to escape punishment.

In that case, Belle Fain would no longer be able to live in peace and quiet. Even the privilege of this flourishing mercenary city will be taken away.

Mr. Mordor, I would like your instructions. The saint is not feeling well.

A number of words came quickly from the squire's mouth. I could see that his forehead was covered with something close to cold sweat. I suppose that's true. Even the squire must have sensed the abnormality that was occurring in the house and the frightening atmosphere.

If you look at the saint Alueno, her shimmering golden eyes have lost their color and her skin has turned pale. She does not seem to be in perfect physical condition. The squire said that he had brought him here when he was sitting in the hallway.

What's the matter?

Mordor's brain whirled for a moment. If at all possible, of course, he should take the saint Alueno to a safe place. But where is the safe place? Outside the building, or to the point where I can't feel this anomaly anymore? In the first place, the saint was entrusted to me by the cathedral, and if I move her anywhere by my own will, I don't know what I'll be told later. However, when I was thinking about it.

"Please run away - as fast as you can, as soon as you can, and leave this place.

Alueno clears his throat in a thin voice. His golden eyes narrowed slightly as he looked down the hall. Mordor's face followed his gaze.

It's not that I want to take it and eat it, but... It's a little disconcerting to see such a frightened look in your eyes.

It was an out-of-place soft tone. It was an out-of-place soft tone, like a voice riding the wind.

The night had already fallen and it was impossible to see clearly down the corridor. But in the midst of it all, she alone stood out.

Fialat-La-Borgograd was there, her body covered with a light green light.

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