After Reincarnation, The Omnipotent Ancestor Reaches The Top
Chapter 183 - 159: Fairy in the Cave! (1 more)

Chapter 183: Chapter 159: Fairy in the Cave! (1 more)

More than twenty team members, one leader.

Len Hawthorne stood on this high ground, overlooking the ancient court below.

This place was inhabited by a priest noble with a great ability to predict good and bad fortune.

They knew of Len Hawthorne’s arrival but couldn’t foresee the ultimate consequence of their actions.

"Team Hawthorne, it’s an ancient wizard!"

"No matter what it is, drag it out and clean it up."

Len Hawthorne’s eyes were dark, and even his hair seemed to be dyed with a cold, fierce aura.

A cold, ruthless air scattered with the wind.

*

There would never be peace between ancient martial artists and witches.

Chloe Stephens, who lived in River East Village, could see some news about the situation online.

The situation was too big.

Chloe could feel how intense the confrontation between the two sides must have been from the news circulating online.

Those around Len Hawthorne probably couldn’t maintain such an operation for long.

Len Hawthorne, alone, had likely withstood it all in the end.

"Master."

Mallory had been standing behind Chloe for quite a while now.

Chloe was still watching the news on her mobile phone.

"What is it?"

"I’ve already learned all the spells you gave me."

Chloe casually threw a book at him.

Mallory picked it up to look and was stunned, "Master, this is Gaulish."

Chloe quickly wrote a few sentences on a piece of paper and threw it to him.

Mallory respectfully accepted it, "Thank you for the gift."

Chloe suddenly asked, "One day, if I encounter an enemy, what will you do?"

Mallory hurriedly expressed his loyalty, "I’ll definitely follow you! I’ll die for you first... "

Chloe didn’t hold out much hope for Mallory’s command of the Herta Kingdom language.

*

Late at night.

Chloe sensed a slight fluctuation.

Leaving River East Village.

She hesitated for a moment before finally entering a natural entrance.

In the cold spring centre.

A man quietly leaned against the edge.

His upper body was covered in blood, turning half of the spring water red.

His long, powerful arm rested on the edge of the rock, turning his head back.

For an instant, Chloe thought she had seen a deity.

An exquisite countenance, made even more dreamy by the phosphorescent glow in the cave.

A charming smile added to this dreamy attraction!

In a single word -

An evildoer who brought disaster to people!

"Little Chloe, this time it’s not an accident. You just barged in to see your big brother like this, is that really okay?"

Chloe stood half a meter away.

"Are you injured?"

"Someone else’s blood."

Chloe glanced at the camouflage clothes set aside.

Indeed, there were no holes in them.

She placed a bottle of medicine down and turned to leave.

Len Hawthorne hooked his star-dazzled lips, and a hint of laughter filled his deep eyes.

*

"Meow."

The black cat appeared at the girl’s feet.

It meowed softly, trying to attract the girl’s attention.

Unfortunately, it hadn’t had a chance to vie for her affection before the footsteps from behind interrupted it.

With a whoosh, it vanished into thin air.

Len Hawthorne walked out with a cigarette in his mouth, buttoning up his clothes. He instantly looked much more composed.

His handsome, wicked face was now given an iron-blooded touch by the bloodstained camouflage clothes.

"Did Little Chloe wait especially for big brother to finish bathing and changing clothes?"

His playful words made his voice even more charming!

Chloe glanced at him sideways, "What’s the situation."

"It’s currently satisfactory."

As for those who participated, it was difficult for them to come back.

Chloe didn’t ask any more questions.

Clean, slender fingers lightly curled around her hair and played with it, "I still have to go back tonight. Someone will come to pick up Little Chloe tomorrow."

"I’ll go by myself."

"Don’t be naughty! Or else you won’t see your big brother next time!"

"..."

*

The next morning.

Henry Basil received a call from the Synder Family.

With some hesitation, she finally arrived in front of the Divinity Temple.

Chloe Stephens glanced at him, and Henry Basil felt as if she already knew about his communication with his family.

"The Synder Family called and said they’d send people to Herta Kingdom again. I’ve credited the previous ones to Team Slaughter’s achievements, this should reduce your troubles," he said.

Chloe glanced at him again.

Cold sweat trickled down Henry’s forehead.

"Keep an eye on this place."

Chloe went to say goodbye to Fred Foster.

Henry, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, looked at the girl’s retreating figure.

*

"Chloe, this is the sundries that six aunts from next door have prepared for you. They are not available in the city. Take these too. These are our homegrown melons. They are sweet and crispy. Share them with your classmates at school. Make more friends while you’re away, so you can help each other when in need. And take this pickled vegetables, freshly made by Grandfather," said Chloe’s family.

Chloe: "..."

helped her pack the things beside her.

With the two large bags of medicinal herbs, Fred prepared for her, they’d have enough to fill a truck.

Chloe accepted the old man’s kind intentions without declining.

Afternoon.

Len Hawthorne sent a car to River East Village.

The village entrance gate opened, and the car drove straight to Foster Mansion.

Seeing several snake-skin bags piled in front of the house, the camouflaged young man briefly fell silent.

"Sorry for the trouble, young man!" Fred felt somewhat guilty about having Len’s people come to help.

The young man immediately came forward to load the snake-skin bags.

"No trouble at all!"

Watching the car drive away, Fred said to 003, "What a nice young man! Len is both good-looking and kind."

turned its head:[After verification, that’s just a wolf wagging its tail anytime!]

Fred: "..."

*

Golden Villa District.

A troubled young man drove out of the Golden Villa District.

Why not choose a better name?

Golden Villa, so tacky!

Chloe was about to take the black cat into the live broadcasting room.

The doorbell rang.

She opened the door to see Morgan Crowley standing outside.

"Stephens Godfrey! I’ve found some other locations. Do you want to take a look? Huh? Stephens, are you preparing to refine medicine? Can I observe?" He had never seen the divine pharmacist in action before.

"No outsiders allowed."

"If I have the talent in this area, I will definitely worship you as my master!"

"I don’t take fools."

"..."

Morgan was escorted out.

*

By the time he realized he hadn’t shown Chloe the locations he’d found, he saw her leaving with half a snake-skin bag.

His expectations shattered instantly!

So the divine pharmacist is just a bag carrier!

"Stephens Godfrey, let me do it, let me do it. How can you do such heavy work!"

Chloe saw free labor and threw the bag at him before walking away.

Morgan willingly carried the sack.

Vincent Taylor took Lily Taylor to the Golden Villa District, only to find it empty.

"Sister, I’ll call him."

"Hurry up."

Lily was still upset about being stood up last time.

They made an appointment to meet this time, also with a prior phone call.

Stood up again.

Morgan really didn’t take her seriously.

Clutching a small box in her hand, Lily’s eyes grew cold.

Even ancient martial artists would lose themselves using her stuff.

You think you’re so high and mighty?

Let’s see how high and mighty you are after using her stuff.

After putting away his phone, Vincent said, "Morgan asked us to go to another place to meet him. He asked us to wait at the restaurant there."

*

Rosella Fisher followed out, finally catching up with Lily.

She followed for a while, then lost her again.

Angry, her pretty face twisted.

Getting out of the car, Rosella looked around for several revolutions but couldn’t find the car. Angrily, she clenched her fists.

"You’re from the First Middle School..."

An unfamiliar voice came from behind.

Rosella turned around to see Oliver Gordon holding a book in his hand. She was startled at first, but then slowly collected her emotions.

"You must be a new junior in school. My name is Rosella Fisher, and what’s yours?" She remembered this boy had been staring at Chloe, so they must have come from the same place.

Oliver examined her. "Oliver Gordon."

Rosella looked at her school junior, and suddenly thought of something. Her mouth corners slightly hooked up.