Chapter 622 - “Little Imp” Gragg
While Greya tried to “savor” Sunders’ comment, Gragg was giving them a really surprised look. “YOU are here too, Sunders?!”
Sunders tossed the bloodline vial to Angor. “He’s ‘Little Imp’ Gragg, from Edge of Night. A rebellious and rowdy kid. Do not trust a single word he says.”
“Oi! Sunders! What gives? We used to be comrades who fought together during the Demon Blood War. Do you have to run me down like that?!”
The Demon Blood War was a small-scale war between wizards that happened inside Shallowtomb Plane. It started because people were fighting over a vial of demon blood.
“That is exactly why I know your nature,” Sunders replied nonchalantly. “How many folks fell for your lies back then? A thousand?”
“But I never tricked you, right?”
“You’re free to do so, if you can, that is.”
Gragg rolled his eyes but failed to think of any excuse. Yet he could not admit his plan either, so he thought about diverting their attention. “Greya? They called you Greya, right? But the Greya I know didn’t seem so… slim. Your soul doesn’t sit well with your body. Did you maybe rob someone’s body?”
The core of one’s soul was extremely fragile, and it would lose its form under a second when exposed to the outside. Gragg needed Nausica to be close so that he could make sure that he could invade her body in time.
“If so…” Sunders glanced at Nausica.
Nausica did nothing more than bracing herself with a determined look.
Sunders chuckled. He already saw through Nausica’s mind—she was going to resist and kill Gragg the moment she could land a hit on his soul.
Heh, good reflexes and promising potential. This one is likely to become a wizard of Brute Cavern and I probably should keep her alive as Angor’s friend.
“How long do you still have?” Sunders asked Gragg a question.
“Huh? Two minutes, maybe.”
“Okay. Wait here,” Sunders said as his form vanished.
Gragg more or less knew why Sunders suddenly left like that. He began to wonder who that lady was since Sunders went out of his way to go look for a body elsewhere.
Does that woman have a relationship with Sunders too?
While waiting, Angor whispered to Greya so that he could learn what happened to Yorkshire.
“It ran off to the city center. Sunders said we shouldn’t give chase because there’s something dangerous over there,” Greya explained. “Hey, when did that man find a new Mystery item?”
“Mystery item?” Angor was puzzled for a while before he realized what Greya meant. “Are you talking about the Cursing Puppet?”
Sunders won this item from Twilight Auction by paying seven million crystals. Later, Angor tried to borrow it so that he could observe the Mystery properties hidden in the item, but Sunders never agreed.
And Angor was still troubled by it somewhat.
“Yeah, a broken children’s toy or something like that. Cursing Puppet? That snake was scared away by it. I didn’t know that snakes could cry.”
“What about Fox? She has a Mystery item too.”
“That beast vanished as soon as Sunders reached for the Cursing Puppet. Oh, you should have seen Sunders’ face! He almost got his hands on that harp, and the fox slipped away with it under his nose!” Greya happily mocked at Sunders’ failure when the gentleman was not around.