Chapitre 165: Chapter 165: Taste of Iron

'This… is the President of the City?'

Nisha could not help but be taken aback as a fat kid, almost shorter than Van, started running around the hallway, touching and looking at Latanya in all different places.

"Is this her!? Is this the demon of the Village!?" The fat kid started jumping around, groping Latanya's gigantic breasts without even any hesitation, "She doesn't look as scary as the stories grandfather used to tell! Her skin is black like some of our servants!"

"..."

"What about the other gift!?" The fat boy then turned his head towards Nisha, "Do you have it!? Please, I want to see it! I want to see what your kind is hiding there!"

...Your kind? Nisha's eyebrows started lowering further and further down as the boy's annoying voice continued to echo through her ears. She was about to say something, but before she could do so, a middle-aged man with a slightly grey beard stepped forward.