Chapitre 564: Chapter 322: The Divine Power is Dispersing_1

A witch climbed out of a barrel not far away, groggy and still half-asleep. He blankly looked around, then blankly stared at Ange and Negris. He yawned and mumbled, "Must've been dreaming." With that, he retreated back into the barrel.

After a pause, the witch suddenly jutted his head out again and exclaimed, "This isn't a dream! Kvada! Who put me in water! Uh, no, it's not water, is it the Liquid of Breath of Death?"

He grabbed a handful of the Liquid of Rest and sniffed it, expressing shock, "How did I get so much of this Liquid of Breath of Death?"

Then he turned to Ange and Negris, asking surprisedly, "Who are you two? Doremi, were you two singing just now?"

Two wailing banshees floated over and gave their respect, "Peace, Lord Durken."

"What happened? Why am I soaking in the Liquid of Breath of Death?" Durken said, trying to climb out of the barrel, but was pushed back by Ange.

"Impudent!" Durken cast a fierce glare at Ange.