Chapter 206 - Chapter 206: 106. The Disaster is Not Over_4 (1/2)
Chapter 206: 106. The Disaster is Not Over_4
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He had grabbed some scavenger’s clothes from the car, which now served as a makeshift pillow.
Having spent the last few days sleeping on the grass, constantly on alert for any nearby activity to avoid becoming prey for grassland animals, he could finally relax and get a good night’s sleep now that there was someone else on watch duty.
The moment his head hit the makeshift pillow, exhaustion washed over him like a tidal wave.
As he was being drowned by weariness, Noland Lee reflected on the earlier combat scene.
Truth be told, a First-order Alchemist seemed a bit weak.
Neither the werewolf nor Kent should have been a match for the First Order “Imperial Fist”.
Noland Lee suspected there was a distinction between civilian and military use.
First Order “Imperial Fist” was a military-grade product.
However, the werewolf from the Ferocious Hound Gang and Kent from the
Security Corporation, were just civilians, not professional soldiers of the
Golden Federation.
Thus, it was understandable that the alchemical weapons they used were inferior to the First Order “Imperial Fist”.
As these thoughts crossed his mind, he writhed a few times on the hard stone floor.
He found a comfortable position and drifted off to sleep.
“Creak…creak…creak”
The faint rubbing sound woke Noland Lee up.
He opened his eyes slightly, scanning the inside and outside of the room.
The ancient castle’s grand hall was filled with people sprawled on the floor, their snoring noises echoed throughout the room.
In the courtyard outside, the night-watch security members were chatting under the dim light of a smokeless stove they had set up to boil water.
Everything was peaceful, with no sign of intruders.
The “creak creak” sound that he had heard must have been the result of the wind blowing against something.
Noland Lee turned his body around and went back to sleep.
After a while, the faint but noticeable noise came again.
Noland Lee immediately opened his eyes without moving his body, focusing on trying to locate the source of the noise.
“Creak…creak…creak”
It seemed like the noise was coming from underneath the floor? Noland Lee moved his pillow, pressing his ear against the ground tile.
“Creak…creak”
The sound was indeed coming from underground.
Was there a basement under this ancient castle? Was the noise caused by rats or other animals?
Noland Lee rubbed his eyes and turned on his “Tracking the Living” ability to scan the ground beneath him.
His body stiffened abruptly, and his breath hitched in his throat.