Chapter 390: Volume 7: The Awakening Spring Thunder, - 12: Fateful Gathering
Two half-beastman guards stared with suspicion at the small figure shrouded entirely in a cloak, which seemed rather secretive this season due to being tightly concealed from head to toe, and moreover, the refusal to report their own name only deepened the dedicated and responsible half-beast soldiers’ doubts.
Seeing the huge, fierce-looking half-beast soldiers glaring with their large, cow-sized eyes shifting unsettled over her body, with the massive Tower Shield in the half-beast soldier’s hand as if it were weightless, and the broad, thick Great Sword, although not unsheathed, still emanating a chilling murderous aura, made the small figure standing in the hall tremble with fear.
After traveling a thousand miles, not knowing whether she would be able to meet the other party, the environment here was indeed quite different from where she lived. From Mattdam to this place, it seemed that everywhere was populated by people of various races. Although there were not a few of her own kind, races like Barbarians, Half-Beastmen, Half-Elves, Elves, and Dwarves were actually visible everywhere in this region, and moreover, the mortals here seemed to take no notice and were not shocked, a bizarre scene that made her, who had never had such experiences, somewhat at a loss.
What horrified her even more was that upon ascending to the Lord’s Mansion, the ones to greet her were these hideous and fearsome half-beastman warriors, with half-beast soldiers nearly twice her own height standing before her, the fear and pressure they brought could well be imagined, and the sturdy armor worn upon them seemed more like decoration. With every step they took, the new armor would creak, sounding particularly grating to her ears.
"Oh?" Komer propped himself up and raised his head, his eyebrows also lifting in curiosity. An old acquaintance? Unable to see the face clearly? This was somewhat odd. A visitor refusing to introduce themselves and even having their face thoroughly covered—what was the intention? Assassins would not choose such a manner to pay a visit, would they?
Komer watched quietly the small figure before him, wrapped so tightly in a black cloak that not a breath of air could get through, always feeling a sense of familiarity, especially the aura emanating from the other party, which left an impression on Komer as if he had experienced it deeply on some occasion.