He looked toward Alberu whose shoulders were moving up and down as if he was breathing heavily before starting to speak to the White Star standing behind Alberu.

�Take your damn hands off. Can�t you hear me?�

Cale observed the White Star�s eyes through the cracked mask. The White Star stared at Cale before starting to speak.

�How did you return so quickly?�
�Is that any of your damn business?�

The White Star slightly shook his head at Cale�s brusque response and did not say anything else.
Cale�s eyes furrowed as he watched.

�This is weird. Why is this bastard still so calm? Usually, this is when he would say something like, �you dare!� and get annoyed.�

In fact, forget being annoyed, he would be extremely angry and ask how Cale managed to escape from the northern mountain on the Eastern continent.

But for some odd reason, the White Star did not have much response.
His calm voice gave off an ominous feeling.
Cale then heard a noise by his ears.

Boom- boom- boooom-

He had been hearing these drums for a while.
Cale�s eyes moved before they froze.

Some of the people wearing the grey robe were beating the drums.
They were all wearing either robes or priest uniforms and covering their faces with their hoods.
However, the clothes looked familiar.

��The Marquis!�

The Marquis he met on the Eastern continent�s northern mountain who supposedly served the Demonic race�
He had worn similar clothing.

�Are they his subordinates?�

He recalled how that Marquis controlled an odd power that was stronger than the ancient Dragon.
He also knew that the power was related to the Demon World or the Demonic race.

Boom- Booooom! Boom- boom boom!

The drumming continued to get louder.

�I have a bad feeling about this.�

Cale was feeling nervous seeing the calm White Star and hearing the drumming.
It was because he didn�t know how to gauge the strength of those people who served the Demonic race. JrNovels.com