Chapitre 585: A Devil!

Far from getting the cooperation he had hoped for, Shaktilar, who was still as tormented and deranged as ever, let out a gut-wrenching howl and ice stalactites suddenly sprang from his body, sealing the mage under a thick layer of ice covered with frozen spikes.

"Am I really that scary?" Jake muttered as he nervously scratched his chin in genuine puzzlement.

"Um, um." Crunch, Melkree and the Orange Turkey nodded with perfect synchronicity.

"Then, shoud I kill him for good?" Jake raised the question aloud to himself and the others.

As terrified and harmless as he was at the moment, he hadn't forgotten what kind of scum Shaktilar was. His reputation as a racist, cruel, sociopathic aristocrat preceded him, and he had not hesitated to enslave men, women, and children of any species other than his own to finance the development of his faction.