Chapter 199 (2/2)

”How did you?” she stammered, looking behind her at the closed door, as if they had snuck out when she wasn't looking .

”Magic,” growled Stella, unable to keep herself quiet . This idiot had just watched him perform amazing feats with magic, knew that he was the savior in the prophecies, and still claimed confusion by a simple teleport? Ridiculous .

”Do I really have to resort to using magic? I thought I made myself clear in my demands…” said Joseph raising his hand to form a glowing ball of lightning .

Stella could tell it was hot enough to burn and melt most things, yet he held it as if it were no different from a stone he had picked up from the ground . The look in the eyes of the brownie grew large and she began stammering .

”He made me do it! I didn't want to, but he forced me to! You should talk to him! He's in the attic of the palace!”

”Stella, if she leaves the stone she's standing on, kill her . ”

Stella watched him head to the palace for a moment, then turned to look at the brownie . Maybe she should have told him that she hated this creature, but then decided he could probably tell through their link .

”Does your master know that your kind used to eat people like him?” asked the brownie with a pout, crossing her arms . The illusion her hair piece cast over her, could be seen through, now that her ident.i.ty was revealed, and that intrigued Stella . Was that so the royal family could tell who they were talking to?

Smiling at the brownie, Stella pulled a knife out of her purse, and held it just so she could see it .

”He gave me this one to skin people with, though I haven't had much of a chance to use it . Shall I show you the others I have?”

The brownie paled and shook her head no, glancing down to make sure she was squarely in the middle of her rock .

”How did you survive the apocalypse?” asked Gnorma, glancing at the barrier that was s.h.i.+mmering in the bright sunlight .

Stella's eyes narrowed . Was she asking just to fill the silence and her curiosity, or was there a hidden agenda? So far, she hadn't been impressed with the brownie's intelligence, and she honestly wondered at her sanity .

”Is that why you came here, to the gnomish city?” asked Stella, slipping the knife back into her purse and pulling out her G.o.d-killer blade . It glinted brightly, and she smiled as Gnorma's eyes became glued to it .

”No, I came here, because the gnomish G.o.d told me to . ”

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