Chapter 13: Asura

  Rovin finally saw Aslata on the riverbank, and the old flag fluttering in the wind on the wall of Aslata.

  Of course, this was three days after Rovin had taken Felicia away from Nasser Mine Village.

  Apart from the slave trader's caravan he had encountered on the first day, Rove walked on the gravel road for nearly three days without meeting any other travelers.

  However, on the second night, a bear-like creature called Groteus attacked Rove, and this starving fool eventually became food for Tyrant and Goodluck.

  To spare Felicia's feelings, Rove risked another attack by having Tarrant and Goodluck drag the corpse of the ursine creature out of sight to "feed".

  As he sniffed the bloody smell drifting with the wind, Luo Wei spent a great deal of willpower to suppress the zombie's bloodthirsty instinct in his heart.

  The corpse changed by Gradual Death seems to have only changed its appearance as a zombie.

  This made Rovin somewhat worried, worrying that after bringing Felicia to their destination of Asrat, he would not be able to control his instincts and rush into a butcher shop selling raw meat with blood.

  Luo Wei was really unsure if he would do something crazy like eating raw meat, because in the few days of rushing on the road, except for that starving bear-like creature, no other wild beast came to rub against his tiger whiskers.

  It's probably because of the excessively heavy aura of death surrounding Tharant and Gudlak... Ghoul, no longer a spirit that ordinary beasts dare to provoke.

  Because of the worry in his heart, Luo Wei stopped a hundred steps away from the wooden city wall of Asulat and seemed to be carefully observing the flag with a white background, black edges, and red and blue alternating lily flowers that fluttered in the wind on the wooden wall.

  Aslart is just a small town, the circular wooden city wall that wraps around the entire town has an absolute height of no more than three meters, and the area inside the wooden fence is about 20,000 square meters.

  A small town of 200,000 square meters, after removing roads and other public facilities such as city defenses, the remaining usable area is at most only around 17,000 to 18,000 square meters.

  According to the standards of Nafrey's mining village, a house needs at least 50-60 square meters of land. Adding those wealthy families and large landlords' residences, Luo Wei estimated that there were only about 200 households and 2,000-3,000 people in the small town.

  With a population of over 3,000, compared to the few hundred people in Nefrye Mine Village, this Aslat is indeed a prosperous town.

  So according to the principle that people move towards better places, Felicia's only aunt, Sanna, lives in Aslat, this prosperous big town.

  Apart from this aunt Xanna, there was no one else left of her relatives except for Felicia who asked Rovin to take her to Asellia.

  "Mr. Luo, what are you looking at?"

  Upon discovering Roviel's unusual behavior, Felicia asked this question, although her mood wasn't good either. She didn't know how to bring it up with her aunt.

  "Nothing, let's go into town."

  Rolv, who had not caught wind of the carnage, shook his head and led the way to Aslart's sole gate.

  There were no gatekeepers at the entrance of Asrat City, but in the watchtower with a large bell on the original wooden city wall, there were several middle-aged archers wearing half-sleeved leather armor standing.

  After inquiring about Rove's background, the middle-aged archers showed sufficient respect or fear to this undead warlock, and then let Rove take Felicia into the town.

  Like the walls that surround the entire town, the houses in this small town of Asrat are basically all wooden, and the row upon row of shops facing the street silently testify to Asrat's former prosperity.

  Unfortunately, prosperity seems to have become a thing of the past. Within Rovi's line of sight, only three or four shops were still open for business, and they were selling ordinary daily necessities such as grain, cloth, and pottery.

  The black streets were steaming with a foul smell of mixed human and animal dung under the overly bright sunlight, and the pedestrians and horses passing by would inevitably raise dust, causing Luo Wei to furrow his brow involuntarily.

  This filthy town made Rove extremely uncomfortable, even if his soul involuntarily craved blood, but he was now a living being that had to breathe air to survive, and no longer the undead wizard who slaughtered his own kind in Nefry Mine Village.

  "Fei Li Xia, where is your aunt's home?"

  Rovie, who didn't plan to continue suffering on the filthy streets, decided to send Felicia to her aunt's side first and complete the commission that rewarded him with the Black Ice Skull Necklace.

  "My aunt's house is in..." Felicia looked around at the streets that seemed too wide for her, before answering weakly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Lovi, I only know my aunt lives in Aslat."

  "Alright, so your uncle's name is definitely Sellar-Holdin?"

  Luó Wéi wasn't too surprised by this situation, so after nodding his head he asked as if it was nothing.

  "Yes, I'm quite certain it's Mr. Rove!"

  Felicia hastily replied that she certainly knew her uncle's surname and name.

  Having received a positive response, Rove walked towards the nearest street-side clothing store to him. In order not to scare people, Rove had his undead followers, Theland and Goodluck, follow behind him rather than walk in front of him.

  The clothing store was a very ordinary shop, with a large counter on the street filled with various fabrics, and finished garments hanging in the air behind the counter.

  An old tailor with white hair sat behind a large counter piled high with fabrics, drowsy and about to fall asleep.

  "Good day, could you tell me how to get to Mr. Sell-Holdt's house?" Rovei knocked on the doorpost of the counter, and after the old tailor lifted his sleepy head, Rovei took out a few silver coins: "As long as you inform me of the exact location of Mr. Sell-Holdt's house, I will order four... no, eight sets of clothes from your store."

  Looking at the silver coin in Luo Wei's hand, the white-haired old tailor's originally drowsy eyes turned into joy in an instant.

  "Ah, please come in, esteemed guest! What style of clothing do you need? You've made the right choice by ordering from our store. Old Korsote's tailoring skills are the best in all of Aslat!"

  The old tailor, who was trying to usher Lovel into the clothing store, suddenly changed his expression to one of shock after seeing Lovel's pale face that was far beyond ordinary human standards and the two undead servants standing behind him with eyes flashing green: "Gods above, sir... you're a necromancer?! How...?!"

  Every single law practitioner, even the necromancer who plays with corpses, is an unattainable figure in the eyes of ordinary people, so it's unbearable for the old tailor to be shocked, only he can't think clearly why this young necromancer standing in front of him would wear ordinary civilian clothes.

  "Old Kostoyev, whether or not I am a necromancer is of no concern to you. You only need to tell me the location of the Sell-Holdin family."

  Rovi interrupted the old tailor's astonished words.

  "Oh, oh! That Selle-Holdin guy lives in the house at the head of the alley to the left of the second intersection!"

  The old tailor, who had a lingering fear of the undead warlock due to various rumors, reported the answer that Rovy wanted at the fastest speed.

  "Thank you." Rove's expression softened, so he placed the silver coins in his hand on a roll of cloth: "Now, we can talk about ordering clothes..."

  Rollo spent a few minutes discussing the specifications and styles of the bespoke clothes with the old tailor, and had the old tailor take the measurements for him, Felicita, and the two valets.

  The only interruption was when the poor old tailor, who was being stared at by Goodrick and Tyrant while taking the measurements of the two corpses, almost fainted.

  "So, Old Krestoff, permit me to ask one last question. In your eyes, or rather in the hearts of all the people of Aslakt town, what kind of person is Mr. Selle-Holdt? Please don't gloss over it for me, I need a true answer."

  Rovin, who was fairly satisfied with the old tailor, finally asked his last question.

  The tangent, secant and chord of a point

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