Chapter 815 - Saint Sem
Gondola arrived at Saint Sem City at midnight.
The whole place almost shared the same aesthetic style as Freighting Town, just on a whole other level. Instead of water fountains and plazas, a large river ran across the middle of the city, where bards chanted their ballads on their boats under the stars. And thanks to the overall culture of the city, these performers seemed rather natural, when they would appear somewhat embarrassing if they were at “less aesthetic” places.
Every single pedestrian was enjoying the serene setting of the city. Even shopkeepers and patrols on night shift were dressed in decorated uniforms, which seemed to be taken straight out of stage dramas.
Compared to others, Angor and Freud instead became the odd sight in the city.
While Freud was still fine since he had the general getup of local royalties, Angor’s unkempt middle-aged image would probably earn him a boot out of the city because he looked more like a homeless beggar.
“Why do you use such a look, Mister Padt?” Freud was sure that all the passersby would truly adore Angor’s usual appearance if Angor decided to show it.
“To avoid trouble. Do you think I care about what others think of me?”
Freud decided not to ask what Angor meant by “trouble” and simply followed Angor toward the royal palace in silence.
He decided to go inside and look for himself.
It wasn’t difficult to find a way inside the illusion, but before Jebra could enter, he heard strange voices that seemed to consist of the laughter of children and adults as well as… animals?
“Let me see what you’ve got here…” Jebra grinned and stepped into the mist-infested area ahead.
The first thing he sensed inside the illusion was another creepy giggle right next to him. He even felt someone’s breath right beside his ear.
But when he took several steps away to check, he didn’t find anyone.
Then he heard strange noises again, which came from a tree nearby.
A white face with stretched fangs emerged from the crown of the tree, and before Jebra could do anything, it rushed at him.
Jebra didn’t prepare any means of defense and could only see the monstrous face dive straight across him.
When he had time to react, the strange face had vanished, and he didn’t feel anything actually wrong with him.
When he heard rustling noises behind him, he quickly turned back and unleashed a cantrip he had been preparing, turning a shadowy figure who was moving to stab him in the back into a puddle.
“It’s an illusion again… weird. I almost can’t tell before I actually hit it. Did he learn such amazing art from Mister Phantom? But why is he doing this? Did he want to build a ghost house here to scare off mortals?”
He considered and applied a stealth effect to his body before he floated into the sky to observe the orphanage from above.
There, he saw something very interesting.