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“F*ck! Old man, you're still alive? You wiped out Netherworld. I'm going to kill you today! Release me! Let me fight
him!”
Since Old Skeleton was disabled, it was impossible for him to break free from Zeke's grip.
He tried to reach for Alfred, but it was futile.
Alfred glanced at him and sighed. “Old Skeleton, after being locked up for so long, you are still unrepentant. So be
it. Today, justice shall prevail!”
Zeke was stunned by what he heard.
He did not expect the two men to know each other. Furthermore, Alfred was aware of the fact that Old Skeleton
had been imprisoned in the underground river.
Judging from what Old Skeleton said, the Netherworld must have been destroyed by Alfred, then.
But, I thought that the Netherworld was annihilated by Master Pietro?
Unless Alfred is also a subordinate of Master Pietro?
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOld Skeleton was still struggling to break free so that he could have a go at Alfred.
Zeke delivered a swift blow to the back of his head, and he blacked out once again.
Zeke inquired impatiently, “Alfred, are you a subordinate of Master Pietro?”
Alfred nodded. “That's right. Mr. White is my boss. Back when I was with him, I wiped out the Netherworld and
locked Old Skeleton up in the underground river.”
Zeke was very happy to hear that. “Alfred, please tell me where Master Pietro is now. This is an order. You have to
answer me truthfully.”
Alfred sighed. “Mr. Williams, I'm sorry. Back then, he left us here and went away. He did not tell us where he was
going.”
Disappointment flashed across Zeke's face at that. “Why did he leave all of you here?”
Alfred explained, “Mr. White has predicted that you will encounter a big trouble one day, and you will walk out of
the waterfall! He wanted us to wait for you here.”
Zeke was curious and asked, “Does Master Pietro know the art of divination?”
With a smile, Alfred replied, “He is an expert in astronomy, horoscope, and palm reading. It is not a surprise that he
can foresee you in trouble as he is able to make predictions for three hundred years before and after the present
moment.”
Zeke fell deep in thought.
“Grandpa, the portrait of the River God is here,” said Jeannie as she ran toward Alfred.
Alfred immediately opened it up.
True enough, Zeke's portrait was on it.
Zeke was overwhelmed at that moment. Master Pietro is good at everything.
He is not only powerful but also skilled in divination. Even his painting is sublime.
He asked, “Alfred, why did my master ask all of you to wait for me here? What's the reason?”
“Come with me, Mr. Williams.”
“Okay.”
Zeke followed Alfred into the village.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThat was when he realized that it was not a small village. On the contrary, there were at least three to four hundred
families and thousands of villagers staying there.
Yet, only three to four hundred people came up to greet him. They were all the aged, women, and children. There
was not a man in sight.
Where are the six hundred people?
Zeke was confused.
The little girl, Jeannie, was sizing Zeke up with curiosity.
All of a sudden, her eyes lit up, and she exclaimed, “Mr. Williams, are you really the River God? All these years, I
have been sending you tiny stars. Did you receive them?”
Zeke smiled kindly. “Yes, I received all of them.”
“That's great then.” Jeannie smiled so sweetly as if she had done something honorable.
Zeke asked Alfred in a soft voice, “Alfred, why did the little girl address me as the River God?”
Alfred explained patiently, “The children don't understand when we refer to you as 'Mr. Williams,' so I lied to them
and said you are the River God. All these children have been waiting for you every day by the shore for you to
emerge.”
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