Chapter 154 Struggles of Life (2/2)
After hearing Rhode's orders, the guard captain and village chief were surprised.
”Didn't you hear me? Give me the key. One of you should have the keys to the mask.”
”It's with me, but Sir, if we get cursed by…”
”That's your concern, not mine. Now, hand the key over.”
Rhode's eyes turned cold.
”Or maybe I'll just retrieve it from your corpse.”
It was a direct threat.
The village chief's body shivered a little as he quickly reached into his pocket and respectfully gave a small copper key to Rhode. Rhode received the key and passed it to Marlene.
”Remove the mask from the little girl and get her something to eat.”
Following Rhode's orders, the village chief led them to a pub that Rhode designated as the mercenaries resting point. At the same time, the little girl tagged along behind the group. After witnessing how the villagers treated her, no matter if it was Rhode or the three maidens, no one was willing to let her out of their sights.
”Yes, Mr. Rhode.”
Marlene took the key and hurriedly stood up. She nodded to Rhode and quickly beckoned the little girl to follow. Anne and Lize accompanied her out. Since there was an opportunity to avoid those irritating villagers, naturally they would choose to back off.
In an instant, the entire pub hall was deserted with the exception of Rhode and Celia. He was sitting on the chair nonchalantly while Celia silently stood behind him. In front of him, stood an old man filled with sweat, and a guard captain who was looking towards the floor.
After noticing the angel standing behind Rhode, their doubts about Rhode's identity were washed away. Her pristine, white wings spread open, shining brilliantly under the sunlight that peeked through the windows, releasing a radiant aura.
”Now we can talk about the undead creatures… or maybe, you have other matters?”
Rhode looked at the village chief expressionlessly.
”This…”
Hearing Rhode's question, the old man shivered and raised his head a little to look at Rhode. He lowered his head again and gritted his teeth before speaking, albeit having a slight stutter in his voice.
”T-This… dear Sir, please forgive my rudeness… May I ask, where did you come from?”
”The Northern Mountains.”
Rhode casually answered and frowned, showing a slightly irritated look on his face.
”Is there any problem?”
”N-No no no, no problem at all.”
The old man once again lowered his head, and hurriedly continued, ”Just… that… did any of your family members visited here before?”
”No.”
Rhode shot down his inquiry, his tone obviously reflecting his impatience and irrelevance to the issues at hand. He thought the old man's questions were silly.
”Is this all you want to ask?”
”Yes, I am very sorry…”
The old man wiped his sweat and took a few steps back, indirectly signifying that his turn to speak was over. Rhode observed him for a while and turned his head toward the guard captain.
”Next, let's talk about the undead creatures.”
The guard captain began his explanations.