Not as Expected

Zheng-Fu continued to study the pattern of the spell with great determination. However, no matter how much he did, he could not understand it at all…

“No! What are these letters? How come I’ve never seen it before!” Zheng-Fu said while clasping his head with his hands. He took a long sigh, but all of a sudden, a voice occurred in his head…

“They are the local language of the Evil Monster Tribe, sir!”

Zheng-Fu crinkled his eyebrows with shock. He looked around to see where the voice came from…

“Who’s that?” Zheng-Fu said while crinkling his eyebrows…

“It’s me, sir!”

All of a sudden, the black-purple dagger floated out from Zheng-Fu’s spatial ring and stopped in midair in front of Zheng-Fu…

“What!?”