NovelEnglishChapter 1707 His Energy With the payment's notification sound, Martin's demeanor shifted entirely. He broke into a wide grin and said cheerfully, "Followclosely. The paths around here are tricky, so it's easy to get lost if you're not careful." Wynter exchanged a glance with Dalton and nodded in agreement before trailing behind Martin.
When they reached the village entrance, they encountered two men standing guard. They looked up and completely ignored Martin when he greeted them.
Instead, their eyes were glued on Wynter and Dalton. "Who are they? Why are you bringing strangers in?" Martin laughed. "These are my niece and nephew. We rarely get to meet, and it just so happened to be during the Ritual of Devotion, so I brought them along. How about this? Tomorrow's your day off, right? Drinks are on me!" The guards softened at Martin's tone. "Fine, but keep them in line. Don't let them wander off. And we're not talking about cheap booze-Glenfiddich will do. Nothing too expensive." Martin's smile twitched, but he replied half-heartedly, "Sure, sure. I'll sort it out tomorrow." But inside, he was grumbling, "Why on earth would I give you Glenfiddich?" The guards pulled aside the thorny wooden barricade to let them pass.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWynter couldn't help but notice how unusual the setup was. There was only one way into the village, and with people standing guard, it would be nearly impossible for outsiders to enter.
Once inside, Martin leaned in to whisper to Wynter, "Did you see that? Getting you in here already costtwo bottles of Glenfiddich. Don't you think eight thousand isn't enough? How about adding another two thousand later?" Wynter replied, "Alright, I'll transfer you two thousand more in a bit. These are small potatoes." Martin was beaming with joy at Wynter's reply. Not only could he enjoy meat during the Ritual of Devotion, but he also managed to earn ten thousand dollars. He seemed to be floating as he led them toward his home.
Wynter and her group continued following Martin.
While Wynter kept her keen eyes on their surroundings, observing every detail, Balmond was no slouch, either. His sharp gaze scanned the area methodically, aiming to uncover any clues that could lead to the source of the problem.
Wynter's expertise in Arcane Divination and geomancy meant she noticed the village's peculiarities as soon as they entered.
From a geomantic perspective, the village had an exceptionally favorable fortune. Moreover, despite being a strikingly secluded location, the houses' and paths' layouts didn't appear haphazard. Most likely, someone had guided and planned the design.
"Sir, is there a higher vantage point nearby? I'd like to have a view of that," Wynter asked casually.
Martin paused to think, then nodded. "There is such a spot. Outsiders aren't usually allowed there, but since you're with me, I can take you. It's a bit of a climb, though. Are you sure you're up for it?" Wynter chuckled softly. "We're fine. We've got plenty of energy." Dalton remained silent beside her. If there were no one beside him, climbing would be unnecessary.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmHowever, his silence wasn't due to the climbing itself. Instead, it was the faint, lingering energy in the village that was strangely familiar to him.
Dalton narrowed his eyes slightly, combing through his memories. Despite the uncanny familiarity, Hè couldn't recall ever visiting this place couldn't der i before. However, his fingers lightly brushed over the bracelet he was wearing. "That unruly thing... it seems like someone is acting quite bold here," he mused to himself.
Wynter noticed Dalton's detached look. Thinking it was due to his health Sutt reasons, she reached out to grab his wrist without any hesitation, leading him forward. Her action caught Balmond off guard. He couldn't believe this was how Wynter was when she was in love. Was she the domineering CEO type?
Dalton, on the other hand, was very much enjoying holding her hand. The chill in his expression softened, and a faint smile tugged at the corner of his lips. More than anyone, the black serpent, who was still in the backpack, could sense the shift in his energy.
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