Henyee Translations

  Henyee Translations

  The restaurant fell silent; they listened and became angry.

  Brandli thought, and started for the door.

  Barzel and his men followed him out.

  “Amy did this?” Krassu asked Mag, incredulous.

  “Yes. Thank you for teaching her how to explode her fireball.”


  “Frankly, I wanted to teach her that today. I only taught her the theory of pyroblast,” Krassu said with pleasant surprise.

  “Your pyroblast is never hard to master. Save your surprise for when she summons a frost dragon,” Urien said. He couldn’t hide the delight in his eyes.

  “She’ll master your stupid ice magic in a much shorter time ’cause it’s much easier,” Krassu returned gruffly.

  “I want to buy a new door, system. I’ll tell you when to install it,” Mag said to the system, and walked out.

  “That’s 20 gold coins. Thank you!” replied the system.

  Yabemiya was amazed at how Mag had got himself out of this tricky situation with ease.

  Sally was also gazing at Mag’s back in admiration.

  She never liked killing, but when push came to shove, she wouldn’t flinch from doing what needed to be done. On her way to Chaos City, she had shot a band of bandits dead—they had slaughtered an elven village—with her bow.

  Sally thought.

  Bob had healed Goodenia and Devoe. They had stopped bleeding, and their wounds had scabbed. That was all a 3rd-tier magic caster could have done.

  “We came here to eat, but that girl wanted to kill us! Please arrest her!” Goodenia said with a frightened look on his face. It was the first time he had come perilously close to death.

  “Arrest the man too! It was him who ordered the girl to kill us. Gabriel is dead! Arrest them all!” Devoe screamed, terrified. He loved to terrorize other people, and now karma had come for him. He decided he’d never come here again.

  “And why should we do that? I’ll allow you to give me a reason not to arrest you,” Brandli said coldly.

  The two thugs’ faces changed immediately.

  Devoe smiled unctuously. “Lord Brandli, I’m the owner of Devoe Tavern, and a board member of the Chamber of Commerce. We’ve met before on a banquet……”


  “I don’t care if you’re the president of the Chamber of Commerce,” Brandli said firmly. “And I don’t know you.”


  “We didn’t do anything. We just asked them to knock on the door……” Goodenia said in despair.

  “Lord Brandli, you may want to see this,” said Barzel.

  “What’s this?” Brandli asked, looking at a black iron cross.

  Barzel picked it up. “There is a serial killer at large in Chaos City. The killer always mutilated his victims, and even two children under 10 were killed. He always left a black iron cross on the crime scene, exactly like this one. This is a level 4 incident!”


  Devoe slumped down on the ground, astounded.