Chapter 1615: Chapter 855: Hero
“Fenrir, you’re back, and who are these two?”
A middle-aged man, handso as an Elf, wearing worn leather armor, walked over from a distance. He glanced at Dorothy and Artie, then smiled kindly and asked Miss Dog-Witch.
“Mr. Adam, this is…..”
Fenrir was about to introduce them but suddenly faltered.
Wait, what were their nas again?
Miss Dog-Witch then realized she didn’t even know the nas of these two, as she wasn’t exactly familiar with them, having t only a few hours ago.
“I am Hers, and she is Astimos; we’re friends of Miss Fenrir, and we might be staying around here for a few days,”
Dorothy promptly intercepted Fenrir’s stalled introduction and said.
Still held at her waist, Artie was taken aback upon hearing this.
Did she tell the teacher her na? How does the teacher know?
Miss Demon King spotted the blind spot, then dismissed the matter aside again.
Hehehe, the teacher knows my na. She has in her heart.
Sigh, you can never wake a smart person who pretends to sleep.
“I see, well, welco, welco, as long as neither of you mind our poor conditions here. I’m the village chief, so if you need anything, feel free to find .”
Adam scrutinized the two evidently problematic witches, feeling sowhat puzzled.
Fenrir was raised under his watch, her personality is naturally crystal clear to him; she wouldn’t casually bring anyone ho if she didn’t even know their nas.
Hence, upon sensing two unfamiliar yet powerful presences, he hurried over in concern.
He worried if Fenrir encountered any trouble.
Though, given Fenrir’s character, should she truly face trouble, she’d never bring it ho, even if it ant dying outside. But this is the Witch World, where peculiar magic is abundant, leaving one no choice at tis.
However, Adam found the situation exceeded his expectations.
Fenrir’s consciousness seed clear, indicating she voluntarily brought these two along, yet she didn’t know their nas.
Moreover, this witch nad Hers struck him oddly. Though it was their first eting, he felt an inexplicable intimacy upon seeing her.
This certainly wasn’t any mundane attraction to beauty; as a Brave, he had long transcended such desires, having nearly no worldly cravings.
To describe such feeling, it felt like a father eting his daughter, but being an old bachelor, he had no daughter nor had he ever been a father, so he wasn’t sure what the true emotions of a father seeing a daughter would be.
Overall, it was quite inexplicable.
He instinctively felt this child must be trustworthy.
Yet, as a seasoned Brave engaged in a high-risk profession still alive today, Adam was acutely aware such unknown affection posed questions, possibly stemming from Miss Hers possessing so unique witch abilities, prompting caution and self-inspection.
Yet, he found no anomalies.
Adam was certain his will wasn’t influenced by any external force.
It wasn’t baseless confidence, rely a judgnt stemming from being the strongest Brave.
Few entities could shake his will in the realm of mind, be it a Pseudo God or an Upper-Rank Witch.
And these two young little witches certainly didn’t seem like formidable opponents to him.
Take Miss Astimos beside him, even though she hid it well, Adam discerned the incurable essence of her Soul of Extre Evil with one look.
This stirred his Brave instincts.
Well, had he been twenty years younger, Miss Astimos might now be a corpse. Fortunately, he’s not as impulsive as he once was.
Mainly because Miss Hers being present, otherwise, if it were just Miss Astimos, though he wouldn’t draw his sword imdiately, he probably wouldn’t be as welcoming either.
Strange, indeed, where did this intimacy co from? Could it be just aging, craving family joys? Yet he hadn’t such thoughts prior.
Mr. Hero was deeply puzzled.
On the other side, Dorothy was also examining this old father figure sporting a new appearance.
“Whoa, this strength is off the charts, why didn’t I know my dad was this powerful?”
rely sensing Adam’s aura had Hobody Witch silently tongue-tied.
No way, Dad, do you call this human-level strength?
None less, just that Mana around 800,000 should already surpass human capability, right?
Despite being human Life Magic Power, unlike the all-powerful Primordial Magic Power witches possess, if strictly combat and destructive force is considered, Primordial Magic Power and Degraded Magic Power aren’t that differing.
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