Chapter 1017 - Sweet Sleep
Chapter 1017 Sweet Sleep
Pinecone City. Mothership.
Gargamel shut off the communication furiously, stood up, and left the command hall. He walked through a long metal corridor and arrived in front of the entrance of a secret room.
Deng. Deng. Deng.
After a few light knocks, the metallic doors opened, sliding silently into the walls.
Greem was naked from the waist up in the room, Mary and Alice carefully treating the wounds on his body.
“What matter do you have to report now? Do you not know that the clan leader is currently receiving treatment?” Mary frowned and reprimanded with a scowl on her face.
Gargamel smiled awkwardly.
“Third Grade; this is refined blood from a Third Grade creature! Are you sure you want to give me all this?” Mary was so excited that her eyes gleamed.
Greem nodded his head.
If it wasn’t for Mary, he wouldn’t have needed to spend so much effort to draw a bunch of Third Grade Gold Knights into a trap. That earthshaking battle had caused Greem, Tess, and Italil to become severely injured.
However, the holy knights had ended up in a far worse position!
First, they were struck by the magic traps that the witches had hidden beneath the swamp. Then, while they were confused by the traps, the three adepts had worked together to take them down, one by one. Under their ferocious and reckless attacks, the seven Third Grade Gold Knights were killed in the Poison Swamps.
The blood of the Gold Knights was extracted, refined, and sealed in these jars. It was all done by Witch Tess. Greem then took away the holy light souls, leaving the witches only with their tattered corpses.
There were people among the Deceit Witches who excelled at creating voodoo beasts and zombie golems. This number of high-quality holy knight corpses was enough for them to create a terrifying squad of voodoo beasts.
With the protection of such voodoo beasts, they would be more confident in their safety.
Their chances of survival in Henvic would be reasonably good as long as they didn’t run into the two Fourth Grade Holy Knights!
As for whether and how they would be rescued? That was the concern of the Deceit Witches, and Greem couldn’t be bothered. Greem had immediately said his farewells with Witch Italil upon returning to the World of Adepts.
Greem quickly explained everything that had happened to Mary and Alice in a few sentences.
Mary immediately and happily went to look for another room to enjoy her snack, leaving Greem and Alice alone.
Once they were the only two people left, Greem laughed maliciously and patted his own thighs. Alice rolled her eyes at him unamusedly, before blushing and sitting onto his lap.
Greem embraced Alice and put her face into her silky long hair, taking in the light fragrance of her body. He then let out a long sigh, steeped in exhaustion and fatigue.
Over the past five years, Greem had been running around the other world and had never gotten proper time to rest and sleep. He had been on alert or fighting with people for every moment in his life. He hadn’t even dared to fall asleep while trapped in the volcano. He had instead replaced sleep with meditation.
There had been constant fighting and unending injuries. Even though most of Greem’s wounds had healed, the accumulated fatigue had been etched deep in his Spirit and soul.
Moreover, once he returned home, he had to engage in a battle against a Fourth Grade adept without the time to stop and rest.
Even a person forged of metal could not endure such arduous strain!
As such, after burying his face in Alice’s hair and semi-consciously muttering something to her, Greem fell into sweet, sweet sleep.
He fell into an exceedingly deep slumber, and an exceedingly sweet one at that; it was almost as if he had returned to his mother’s womb. It was calm, quiet, peaceful, and without worry.