Chapter 284
"Knowing this, am I still going to proceed as planned with my sister?" Ikenga asked.
"Of course," Zarvok answered simply as he moved away to pick up another book.
Ikenga closed the book he was holding just as an imp appeared from the shadows. The imp bowed and gestured, "This way, your highness."
Ikenga took one last look at Zarvok before following the imp. After they left the library, Zarvok looked back at the space where Ikenga had been, licking his lips with his serpentine tongue.
"A god would have made a great delicacy. Too bad it was an origin god," he murmured, looking back down at the book he was holding. "Surely this new world will have a god or a strong soul to quench my thirst."
Ikenga followed the imp down the dimly lit corridor, his mind still reeling from his conversation with Zarvok. The imp was small and unassuming, its leathery wings tucked neatly against its back as it scurried ahead. Sensing an opportunity to glean more information, Ikenga decided to make small talk.
"So, how long have you been serving Zarvok?" Ikenga asked casually, keeping pace with the imp.
The imp glanced back, its beady eyes narrowing slightly. "Long enough, your highness," it replied, its voice raspy and low. "Lord Zarvok values those who are... useful to him."
Ikenga nodded, his expression unreadable. "Useful, yes. And what do you know about this world we’re about to invade? The one with the goblins and ogres."