Chapter 342 - Ring of Illusion
Chapter 342: Ring of Illusion
Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations
Angor pulled his hat lower and stayed at the side of the road as he watched two eye-patched men dragged Dodoro to the carriage.
“Boss? I think this one has some problems in his brain.”
It was so obvious. Dodoro’s eyes remained clear and innocent like a toddler, and he never showed any fear. He only fixed his gaze in Angor’s direction.
“Is he faking it?” The bandit leader walked over and grabbed Dodoro’s collar. Then he threw Dodoro aside.
Dodoro tumbled to the ground and quickly climbed back up with a sad look. Then he walked toward Angor again.
The others couldn’t see Angor. To them, Dodoro “willingly” ran back to their boss after being bullied. And this guy was still looking at their boss as if he wanted to cry.
This funny guy was an idiot no matter how they looked at him.
Bright flash quickly blinded his aged eyes.
The bandit leader did not show mercy. It was a crystal-clear ice wall, which suddenly appeared between them. The sharp machete was stuck inside the ice, while its owner was trying to pull it out.
“What—how… Ice?! What just happened?” The other bandits pointed to the wall in shock.
The bandit leader was only surprised for a brief moment. He then regained his composure.
“Lord Magician, sir?”
No response.
He slowly looked around. There were his men, all shock or terrified. The old driver looked happy for surviving that attack, while Margot desperately called for help under the restraint of her captors.
“Not them…”
He looked at Dodoro in the end. This guy was the only one who “didn’t belong”. The idiot wasn’t terrified of blood or violence at all. That smile never vanished.
Maybe the man is a big deal who’s pretending to be weak?
When thinking about this, the bandit leader felt a chill crawling down his spine. He just slammed that man like he was bullying a chicken!
He quickly asked his man to let go of Dodoro.
“Please forgive my offense, good sir.” While speaking, he slapped his own face so hard that a tooth was knocked off.
He knew the terrible powers of the supernaturals. Even if it were only a small possibility, he would act extremely careful.
He made several more slaps without getting any response.
Dodoro was still in that same silly manner. Actually, Dodoro never lifted an eye at him.
“Did I get it wrong?” He searched around again.
His lackeys, as well as the driver and Margot, were all giving him strange stares for his self-imposed slaps. He didn’t mind it though—if a supernatural were really here, he would willingly lose an arm or leg in exchange for his own life without any hesitation.
The search yielded him nothing.
He looked at Dodoro again. This man was the only one who looked “strange”, even if it was in an idiotic way.
He tried to observe Dodoro’s expression, but he was confused by it. He might look rough and uncultured, but as someone who controlled the largest underground organization in Water Grasse—the Lone-Eye Brotherhood—he knew how to size up people and the small details about them.
And he just noticed that Dodoro had been looking toward one direction, in a joyful mood.
Someone’s over there?
He followed Dodoro’s gaze and… didn’t see anything for a moment.
But soon enough, his brain sent him a warning.
There!
A male wearing a black-and-white checkered overcoat and a hat with a smiling picture on it slowly materialized.
And the fat bandit was sure there was nothing just a second ago.
Under everyone’s awestruck gaze, the intruder slowly took off his top hat and held it in front of his chest.
“Good day, gentlemen.”