751 Evolve 1 (2/2)

They were the Blood Breed witnesses that she had once met at the Witches meeting. They were previously members of the Light Party and one of them was an old Middle-level Blood Breed woman. She was currently walking down the mountain with a calm expression on her face. Apparently, the other woman did not recognize her as Raffaele had initially belonged to the Lower level. The difference between them was too great and they did not have any chance to socialize at all.

As she watched the old woman stroll down the mountain slowly, the shock in Raffaele's heart increased suddenly.

Soon, she saw more Blood Breeds that were emitting Middle and Lower level Qi while walking down the mountain. They were speaking casually and happily with a few people who looked like completely unassuming regular humans. Apparently, they were all on equal footing.

This caused her small mouth to gape open slightly.

Ninox and the others looked at her while faint feelings of pride and dignity flashed through their minds.

The line of people quickened their footsteps and climbed up the mountain hurriedly. They soon arrived at the location of the cable car. After providing the proof, they clambered into the cable cars before traveling up the mountain along the sturdy steel cords speedily.

When the steel cords passed through the sea of clouds, the entire stretch of whiteness around them made it impossible to see the edges.

An intrigued expression flashed in Raffaele's eyes.

”How beautiful…”

”Of course,” Ninox smiled.

Time ticked by before the cable car approached the Holy Fist Palace quickly. The lofty and huge white building gradually became bigger while a large cylindrical passage spouted white gas that resembled water outwards continuously.

”What is that, the thing that is coming out?” Raffaele pointed towards the white gas and asked.

”A specialized gas. It's a type of gas that is extracted from the insides of the mountain. Since the temperature here is too low, the difference between the temperature of the water inside is too great, forming this white gas that gushes out. In reality, it is merely a normal ventilation installation,” answered Ninox patiently.

As the steel cords approached slowly, a few other cars in front of them that traveled downwards along the steel cords had appeared.

There was a person in a thick coat who was with a few of his subordinates. There was a somewhat uncomfortable look on his face as he sat in the cable car.

Raffaele glanced at one of the people before feeling her heart jump suddenly when a brutal Qi radiated from their bodies naturally. He glanced over unexpectedly and it seemed as if a ray of white light flashed in his eyes suddenly when he looked over.

Raffaele's mind was shocked and she lowered her head immediately. She had gained a new understanding of the strength of Holy Fist Palace.

The convoy got down from the car and entered the palace while being guided by the people in charge. They passed through various areas before entering the inner cavity of the mountain.

Half an hour later, Raffaele was finally taken into an area that was filled with little warm water fountains everywhere.

A familiar figure was standing in front of a bright stone hall there, waiting for her.

Ninox took her into the stone hall and stopped walking before leaving quietly. Once she had entered the stone hall, the stone door behind Raffaele was quietly closed, and she was alone in the room with Garen.

There was a large wall of floor-length glass on the other side of the white stone hall. It was possible to see the endless sea of white clouds there, making it seem as if one was standing up high in the clouds.

”Long time no see, Raffaele,” the figure turned around and looked at her calmly. The person was wearing a mask on his face, but Raffaele was able to recognize his voice and tone immediately as the same Garen that she'd once known.

”Yes, long time no see. How many years has it been since we last met?” Raffaele walked towards a chair beside Garen and sat down.

It looked as if he was still stuck in his old ways. He still looked like a regular person from the past. However, she understood that his current self was far from the simple identity that he'd once possessed in the beginning. Perhaps he never had never been simple from the start.

”Almost a year and two months,” answered Garen casually. ”Since you've come all this way, you should rest properly here. There will be people who are in charge of going down the mountain to buy anything you need. You could even go to the little village at the foot of the mountain if you want.”

”Are Uncle Emmer and little sister Vivien there?” Emotions stirred inside Raffaele's eyes slightly.

”They're both in the little village at the bottom of the mountain,” Garen did not conceal anything.

”I'll go and be with them then,” said Raffaele while lowering her head and biting her lip. ”Frankly, I'm not in the position to say this, but the things between us ended quietly a long time ago, right?”

”Who knows?” Garen chuckled before lifting her chin gently. ”Stay with my family for me. It's inconvenient for me to accompany them constantly now, and you're the only one who can help me.”

”Don't do this,” anger flashed in Raffaele's eyes before she pushed Garen's hand away. ”I don't like actions like that. They make me feel very disrespected.”

”Alright,” Garen was slightly shocked. Only then did he remember that Raffaele had finally become one of the leaders of the Witches. ”Okay, you should go and rest for a while first. I still have things to sort out.”

”Okay,” Raffaele turned around and walked out of the main door of the stone hall quickly with slightly flushed cheeks.

Suddenly, she felt her waist tighten as her waist was embraced by Garen from behind. Next, a slightly warm feeling began to creep up her neck.

”Don't worry, I will take care of everything,” Garen's voice echoed behind her.