How About We Kidnap The Cook?
Editor: Henyee Translations
Urien was surprised when he brought the bag to his mouth and found it already empty. He breathed a deep sigh of relief.
It was great to be young.
Unfortunately, he was not young anymore.
A smile appeared on this old man's wrinkled face. His hunched back seemed to be less hunched, and he felt warm all over as if he was basking in the sun.
People only knew him to be the Lord of Ice. They had no idea that his legs had been hurting after he was 30, and that he had been bent after 40 because of lack of precautions when he started learning ice magic at a very young age. His body hurt every once in a while, and a lot too.
This roujiamo was doing his body some good, though not much. He wished it had been hotter.
He tasted frenzy fog in it. He had been to that Frenzy Isle before. It has a similar effect as the frenzy fog. No, better. It doesn't damage the brain, and brings out the most hidden savagery inside the body.