Chapter 27: Always at Your Service
“Lord Ron is here,” Moluna walked on the snowy ground, following her instincts to find Ron.
Meanwhile, Lilian lowered her eyelids, walking gracefully behind Moluna, maintaining a distance of about half a meter. Lilian would pull out a carpet to help Moluna navigate if the road were slippery.
“I can feel his presence, very close,” Moluna muttered expressionlessly.
Moluna was sluggish in the morning, but now she was fully awake.
The speed of Moluna’s recovery made Lilian marvel. There had never been a case like hers before. However, as they approached the town center, Lilian, who had been silent, spoke up, “Miss Moluna, please slow down.”
“This place may be more dangerous than we imagine,” Lilian sensed traces of magic in this place.
Magic is the favorite of those who believe in the moon.
Lilian could tell that the level of magic here was very high.
“At least it’s tenth-grade magic,” Lilian’s eyes narrowed, “Why would a small town have tenth-grade magic?”
In the dual-colored world, power is evaluated using “grades.” The tenth grade is a peak master, and above the fifteenth grade is legendary.
As a dragon, Lilian is currently at the ninth-grade level at most.
Outside of Winterless Town, Lilian couldn’t feel a trace of this magic. Lilian understood that the situation in Winterless Town is far from being as simple as imagined.
This time traveler, Ron, has just arrived in this dual-colored world and didn’t even have the strength of a first-grader. It’s indeed dangerous in Winterless Town.
It’s no wonder Moluna would say that Ron was in danger and was so anxious to find him. But honestly, even if Ron was Moluna’s lifesaver, Lilian thought Moluna was a bit too nervous.
“Bloody smell?” Lilian tried to sense Ron’s location, but Ron didn’t detect it. Instead, she sensed the smell of blood.
The smell of blood was so strong as if there had been a massacre in Winterless Town not long ago.
“Miss Moluna, please let me walk in front of you from now on,” Lilian suggested.
But Moluna, with a stern face, shook her head frantically, rejecting Lilian’s request.
“Tell me, where is Lord Ron now?” Moluna cupped her hands together, and suddenly, a handful of clear water gathered in her palm.
Lilian was stunned. This ability to control water was somewhat similar to their white dragon abilities.
After a while, Moluna released the water, “Go this way.”
Moluna felt she was walking too slowly and jogged ahead.
Under Moluna’s lead, Lilian crossed the center of Winterless Town and saw bodies scattered on the ground.
“Bodies? And evil gods?” Lilian understood what the previous smell of blood was all about.
It wouldn’t be strange for ordinary people to be killed, Lilian thought.
But the fact that the evil gods in their chests were also killed surprised her the most.
Who could kill so many people implanted with evil gods? A time traveler? That guy named Ron?
However, the system of the Ten Wise could make a time traveler stronger bit by bit, but it couldn’t suddenly reach the level of dealing with so many evil gods.
“Here!” But before Lilian could think more, Moluna had already walked away.
Lilian glanced at the bodies on the ground, walked lightly, and caught up with Moluna in just a second. On Moluna’s path, two lines of bloodstains were particularly noticeable, extending forward until they disappeared in front of a small wooden house. In front of this wooden house, Ron sat on a chair that had been repaired many times, with nothing covering his body. He was still wearing the same clothes he had when he left, and now those clothes were covered in fresh blood. Ron closed his eyes, taking a short rest, and the cold wind blowing by seemed just right for him. He was like the former mayor, touching the squirrel’s fur in his arms. However, the squirrel in his arms showed no signs of life.
Ron didn’t actively remove the magic. Shortly after the townspeople implanted with evil gods died, the magic self-dissipated.
The magic crystal inside the squirrel’s body had shattered, no longer supplying it with magical energy, signifying the end of the squirrel that had accompanied the mayor for a century.
Now, Ron’s body was covered in scars, resembling a warrior who had crawled out of a battlefield. But his calm expression puzzled those who observed him. This was the first time since regaining her sanity that Moluna saw the person who had saved her. No matter how she cried for help in the dark mud, no one came to save her. Despair, resentment, anger—endless negative emotions enveloped her.
Even as she turned into a puddle of black mud, she instinctively cursed her witch identity. She even loathed everything in the dual-colored world because every person and every place seemed hostile to her. Upon learning she was a witch, even her parents didn’t hesitate to abandon her.
In such a situation, Lord Ron cut through the filthy mud and reached out to pull her out. Even after breaking free from the dark mud, she remained dazed and confused. But her perception was clear. She knew someone had saved her from hell.
Moluna knew his name was Ron, remembering every bit of those days. Ron slowly opened his eyes, ceasing the gentle strokes on the squirrel, “Huh? Is it you two?”
The appearance of Lilian and Moluna surprised him. He had planned to spend more time fishing here. Moluna now appeared quite normal, making Ron wonder if he was still half-asleep.
“What time is it now?” Ron stretched lazily and asked.
“Mr. Ron, it’s seven in the evening now,” Lilian said softly, “Is there anything you need? I’m here to serve you at any time.”
