Chapter 1449 Mandara's Dream Adventure <TOC> Chapter 1451 A Rumor
Translator: SumTLMan
In her moment of confusion, Mandara felt a sudden gust of wind come from above.
Mandara looked up quizzically, only to see a dark figure soaring across the sky. The shadow glided gracefully from the top of one building to another… that is, until it seemed to forget about the wall in its path.
Regrettably, the figure was distracted, looking over its shoulder and did not notice the impending wall.
By the time it realized its mistake, it was too late.
With a thunderous crash, the dark figure plummeted amidst a shower of bricks and debris, landing heavily on the ground.
The impact site was right around a bend in an alley, not far from Mandara.
Hesitating for a moment, Mandara approached the bend, curious about the fate of the fallen figure.
However, as she peered around the corner, she was surprised to see the figure standing unharmed, with a large crater marking its landing spot.
The figure, with its back to Mandara, muttered to itself, “I can’t believe I hit a wall again. This isn’t like me at all… If Freud finds out, he’s never going to let me hear the end of it. Hopefully, no one saw that. Right?”
As it mumbled, the figure seemed to sense something and whipped around to lock eyes with Mandara.
“There’s actually someone in this alley!”
Mandara observed the man before her. Tall and muscular, he wore a horned helmet that concealed most of his face. His open leather jacket revealed a chiseled abdomen, and tribal tattoos hinted at a wild, primitive aura.
The most striking feature of the man was not the winding horn on his helmet, but rather his left foot, which was eerily vacant and replaced by a sharp scythe.
From Mandara’s mere observation of his appearance, an overwhelming sense of aggression could be felt.
Mandara’s guard was unconsciously raised to the highest.
“Who are you? I don’t seem to recognize you?” Tulas remarked, then mused to himself that there were countless faces he hadn’t seen or had simply forgotten over time. He spoke without much thought.
Mandara took a few steps back, her gaze icy cold, “What do you want?”
Her voice was husky but not unpleasant; however, the cold undertone would send chills down anyone’s spine.
Tulas scratched his head in confusion, gauging from her tone… “You don’t know me?”
A shiver ran down Mandara’s spine. Could this man be someone of significance in this city?
Observing the change in Mandara’s eyes, Tulas surmised, “You must be new here?”
Tulas was confident that in the City of Initial Heart, his reputation was unmatched. Anyone who didn’t recognize him was either blind or new. Since there were no blind residents in Initial Heart City, the only possibility was that she was new.
“What’s it to you?” Mandara huffed coldly, taking a few more steps back to maintain a safe distance. Being new to this place and not yet familiar with its dynamics, she thought it unwise to confront someone who might be a local heavyweight. Moreover, she wasn’t the all-powerful Ghost Queen of the Black Forest here but just an ordinary person. If a fight broke out, she would likely be at a disadvantage.
Tulas, on the other hand, wasn’t as thoughtful. Having deduced that she was a newcomer, he became more tolerant of Mandara’s signs of resistance: “It seems you truly are a newcomer here. I am Tulas, the sheriff of Initial Heart City. Since our paths have crossed, I naturally can’t ignore you.”
Newcomer, Initial Heart City, Sheriff Tulas… Mandara captured these keywords, all unfamiliar to her.
Where in the world did she end up?
Mandara frowned, taking a few steps back, cautiously asking, “What place is Initial Heart City, and why am I here?”
“Huh, you look like you know nothing? Did the person who led you here not tell you anything?” Tulas seemed puzzled. Usually, other newcomers would get some information from Freud when entering Initial Heart City. But this woman seemed utterly clueless.
What was going on? Did Freud slack off?
Tulas’s eyes sparkled. If Freud indeed slacked off, did it mean he had caught Freud red-handed? Could this mean… his damage to the wall and the ground would go unpunished?
Tulas, with a gleeful expression, said, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t know. Come with me, I’ll take you to register.”
Tulas stepped forward, trying to grab Mandara.
But Mandara’s reaction was quicker. She was always on alert, and as soon as she noticed Tulas’s movements, she turned to run.
Mandara was quick, but she was still an ordinary person at this point. Her speed was no match for Tulas’s. She had only taken a few steps before Tulas caught her wrist.
“Let go of me!” Mandara glared coldly at Tulas, filled with hatred. Why was this body so frail?
But Tulas ignored her, dragging her toward the alley, “Don’t run around. If you run into that self-proclaimed city defense captain, Sabel, you’re done.”
Tulas mumbled complaints about Sabel as he dragged Mandara along.
Mandara’s face flushed with irritation, she struggled fiercely, even launching an attack on Tulas, but still couldn’t break free from her shackles.
Perhaps it’s because Mandara struggled so much, Tulas explained, “Don’t worry, I’m a sheriff. I won’t hurt you.”
Until she could figure out where she was and if it was safe, Mandara wouldn’t trust anyone, not even someone who claimed to be a sheriff.
With a mocking tone, Mandara said, “Once, someone who claimed to be a princess sold me to human traffickers. What’s to say you won’t do something shady, especially when you’re just a sheriff?”
Upon saying this, Mandara immediately regretted her words. Why had she impulsively spoken out like that? Was it because deep down, she was weak-hearted? Curse that Angel for turning her back into a soul!
Hearing Mandara’s sarcasm, Tulas paused, looking deeply into Mandara’s eyes.
After a long silence, when Mandara was starting to feel uncomfortable, Tulas said with a hint of pity in his eyes, “Indeed, all royals and nobles are scum. But don’t worry, in Initial Heart City, you won’t face such dangers again.”
“Are you not a noble yourself?” Mandara retorted.
With a serious expression, Tulas nodded, “Of course not. I’m just visiting Initial Heart City.”
After saying this, Tulas muttered to himself, “I don’t want to be stuck in the Cathedral of the Dead by Angel every day.”
Mandara paused for a moment, thinking she heard Angel’s name coming from Tulas’s mouth. What did he just say?
Mandara felt a bit frustrated. She had been so focused on finding an escape that she hadn’t paid close attention to Tulas’s words. What exactly did he say about Angel?
Mandara hesitated, contemplating whether to inquire directly or not.
But before Mandara could voice out her question, she was abruptly pulled out of the alley by Tulas. The streets outside bustled with people, and she felt the piercing gazes of countless strangers upon her, the overwhelming curiosity in her heart instantly replaced by a feeling of unease.
Mandara began to resist, her voice filled with an underlying growl, “Let go of me!”
Tulas, however, was unfazed by the stares of others. He walked confidently with Mandara’s wrist firmly in his grasp.
They hadn’t taken more than a few steps when Tulas appeared to spot something and broke into a run.
Mandara, still clutched in his hand, had no choice but to follow to avoid tumbling to the ground. As she ran, she couldn’t resist hurling curses at him.
Yet, Tulas turned a deaf ear, single-mindedly pursuing his target.
By the time Mandara felt utterly exhausted, Tulas finally came to a halt.
Breathing heavily, Mandara lifted her head in annoyance only to see a tall, strikingly handsome man standing in front of Tulas. The man, with an impressive demeanor, was dressed in soft armor and had a long sword fastened to his waist.
The newcomer’s face was expressionless, but there was an urgency in his eyes, as if he had pressing matters to attend to.
“Tulas, what brings you here?” he asked.
“I heard you’re preparing for the second match. I’m here to help you train,” Tulas said, with a playful smirk, putting his arm around the man’s shoulder. He continued in a slightly whining tone, “Why do you always go to Sabel now? You used to come to me before.”
“Every time I come, I don’t know where you’ve gone off to. I can only look for Sir Sabel… I’ll talk about the training later, I need to see Freud now.” He said, and walked around Tulas towards the distant tower.
Tulas quickly caught up, and Mandara, panting slightly, was dragged along again.
“I also need to see Freud.” Tulas said, walking beside him, “You seem to be in a hurry. What do you need from Freud?”
Asked about the reason, Leon’s expression seemed a bit odd, he sighed, “Nothing much, just wanted to ask about Angel.”
“What happened to him?” Tulas wondered.
Leon shook his head, “I just heard a rumor, and I want to verify it with Freud.”
Tulas wanted to ask further, but Leon remained silent, instead, he looked at Mandara, who Tulas was dragging along, “Who is she?”
Tulas glanced back at Mandara. At some point, she had stopped resisting and was quietly walking forward. However, upon closer inspection, Mandara’s ears were slightly moving.
“A newcomer. She’s unfamiliar with the situation here. I’m taking her to register, and then to confront Freud!” Tulas said with a bold demeanor in the end.
Leon looked skeptical, “I also heard that you accidentally destroyed the statue in the memorial plaza yesterday. You’re lucky Freud didn’t come after you.”
“That was… an accident,” Tulas’s voice faltered, “By the way, who told you? It wasn’t that backstabbing bastard Sabel, was it?”
Leon shook his head, “Sir Sabel never speaks ill of others.”
Tulas looked disappointed, “Are you suggesting I badmouth others?”
Leon shook his head, not wanting to dwell on the topic, “By the way, I just heard a rumor that there was a loud noise at the Ocean Theatre and a wall might have broken. It wasn’t…”
Tulas coughed, “Nothing to do with me.”
Leon looked at Tulas and seemed to understand something.
Chapter 1449 Mandara's Dream Adventure <TOC> Chapter 1451 A Rumor