Chapter 58: Human? (4)
Is this a characteristic of the barbarian from the White Snowfield? Or is it unique to Ketal himself? the Tower Master thought. He wanted to study Ketal and he wanted to dissect that body piece by piece and uncover the principles within.
However, he knew he couldn’t. He had to hold back on his urges. Suppressing his desires, the Tower Master began to speak. “You’re truly wonderful. I didn’t think you could defeat the knights so easily.”
“Is that so?” Ketal showed little reaction to the Tower Master’s compliments. “I’ve heard such remarks often, but I don’t find them particularly meaningful. I merely did what I needed to survive.”
“To survive,” the Tower Master muttered. He could not comprehend that such immense strength existed solely for survival.
The White Snowfield had to have been an extremely dangerous place. It was known as the largest and most formidable of the Demon Realms, but if even someone as powerful as Ketal required such strength to survive, the horrors that resided there were beyond imagination.
The Tower Master wished to ask about the dangers of the White Snowfield and analyze every detail. However, he held himself back, knowing that he was currently nothing more than an ordinary admirer of Ketal. Suppressing his curiosity, he restrained himself.
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The next day, the group resumed their journey toward the Denian Kingdom. Having already been discovered, they no longer avoided the gazes of others and moved confidently along the main roads. Their boldness attracted the attention of the knights, who appeared to block their path.
Ketal could hear the air whistle as the knights shot out arrows. He extended his hand and caught an arrow mid-flight.
“This time, they are employing guerrilla tactics. It seems they have judged that direct confrontation is futile. I think it’s not a bad decision,” Ketal remarked.
Dozens of arrows followed in rapid succession. Ketal waved his hand lightly, as though swatting away flies, and the arrows fell to the ground without causing harm.