The 31st Piece Overturns the Game Board

Chapter 161

Chapter 161

The uncomfortable meeting concluded swiftly as the sun dipped below the horizon.

"Tch... I thought they were intruders! Who would've thought they were guests..."

"But it's that Jamad! Watch your words. We don't want anything to happen again."

"Why are you acting like that? What happened last time?"

"He got into a skirmish with the enforcers when he was a child, causing a huge fight that turned the entire village upside down!"

"Th-the enforcers? Our elite guards?"

"Yeah, they might have even died if Ungus hadn't stopped him. It was a good thing we had a good relationship with the Rock Molar Tribe. That was probably the only reason why it ended so well."

Chameli, hearing the murmuring, asked Mael,

"What are they talking about right now?"

"They're talking about Jamad's past."

"Jamad...? As in Jamad of the Pointy Mountains?"

"Yes. He's now Snowman's summon, though."

"No way... then was that troll from before..."

"Yes, it was."

"No wonder... I was surprised how kind the trolls suddenly became."

The village bustled with activity as preparations were being done all around them. Judging by the savory aroma mingled with the scent of blood, the trolls were busy preparing for dinner.

"By the way, Mael..."

"Yes?"

"Do you know why this place is called the Wet Fog Hills?"

"It's as the name suggests, these hills are foggy."

"But there aren't any big lakes or oceans near here?"

"That's... well, that's because of Old God Ambika."

"Huh?"

"For generations, the Black Thunder Tribe, like many other tribes, have been subservient to Ambika, the primal god of lightning. Primal Gods are like natural disasters. Wherever their influence reaches, strange climates emerge."

"I see..."

"And that's why it often rains in the Wet Fog Hills, with thunder crackling frequently."

"You know a lot, don't you, Mael?"

"Though I may look like this, I am still an active archaeologist of the Artifact Association."

After finishing her conversation with Mael, Chameli turned to look at Seol.

"What do you think he's doing right now?"

"He seems to be helping them cook."

"I would have been a bit concerned about the food if the trolls had prepared it, but... if Snowman is cooking, we can relax."

"I agree."

As Chameli and Mael had said, Seol was helping the trolls prepare dinner for their guests.

As Seol lent a hand, a troll with a slightly twisted expression approached him. It was clear that this troll was the one typically in charge of cooking duties.

However, it wasn't just that one troll who made Seol feel uneasy. He also sensed something amiss from the other trolls around him.

"It's tasty even if you don't cook it. Cozalkeb meat is soft, human."