Chapter 1501: Cold
After Zurinus, the person in Ning’s sight to kill was the Constellation by the name of Langoris. He resided on the verdant planet of Caira, and that was where Ning was going next.
Unlike Zurinus, he decided to not bother playing around while killing this Langoris. Not just him, he decided to kill the next few quickly before he took any time to roam the rest of the planets he visited.
He also needed to kill the close constellations quickly so that they did not realize that there was someone out there killing the constellation.
Ning arrived in a deep gorge, with spectral lighting all around him. A small stream of water flowed next to him, barely making any noise as it flowed through.
Ning looked around and saw the moss-ridded cliffs of the gorge that was over a kilometer tall from where he stood. Trees could be seen all the way at the top, but none were in the gorge around Ning.
Ning looked around, trying to see any sign of life around him. He knew he had asked the system to take him somewhere far away from humans, but he would at least think there would be some animals or insects.
There just wasn’t anything here that moved. Ning found that a little suspicious.
Another thing he found suspicious was the temperature of the gorge. The gorge was cold and a little uncomfortable to be around without any bulky clothes.
Which was concerning for Ning as his body should have been unable to feel cold. Something else was going on in this place.
“System, where am I?” Ning asked.
“So he creates a problem, and then provides the solution himself, appearing as a godly figure?” Ning asked.
Ning nodded slowly. “Alright, where is Langoris right now? Does he have a base or what?” he asked.
“Alright!” Ning said. “Let’s go kill this son of a bitch.”
He teleported out of the gorge, arriving in the city of Zhaa’an. The city of Zhaa’an was a small city with no more than 40 thousand residents at best.
Most of the outer city houses were made up of huts, while the houses in the inner city were better and more solid. That seemed to be the general area of where Langoris was staying.
The outside of the city of Zhaa’an was fully guarded with people in uniform, wearing swords on their hips.
They were protecting the city from being overrun with outsiders who wanted to stay where Langoris was.
Ning looked at the people who stayed outside. They were poor folks with unkempt hair and faces with dirt caked onto them. Not all of them were like that but most of them were.
Their clothes seemed to be made of very crude materials that hadn’t been further refined. They wore direct leather and fur that still had the blood of the animals they killed.
Many people wore rags and had children who stayed close to them. Almost everyone was huddled up together, some even sharing clothes they wore.
They had grown up in a world where heat sharing by skin contact was the best method of survival, so almost everyone did that.
Ning looked at these people once more, studying their physical features such as height, hair color, skin color, and basic shapes of their faces.
Then he looked at the men in clean uniforms who were guarding the city from these people going in and finding heat.
He checked their facial and bodily features as well. These people were of completely different races. That was to say that these people had come from somewhere else and were now being used to guard the people of this place.
“Are these people under Langoris?” Ning asked.
Ning nodded. He was about to leave when someone tugged on his pants.
Ning turned around and then looked down to find a woman in her late 50s huddled on the ground with only a large furred cloak over her.
She opened her cloak, revealing barely any clothes she was wearing underneath.
“Come here, child. You’ll get sick if you stay outside in those thin clothes,” the old woman said.
Ning looked at the old woman and smiled. He crouched down and closed the woman’s furred cloak so she didn’t feel any cold.
“What are you doing?” the old woman protested. She tried to open her cloak, but Ning held it shut tightly. “You’ll get sick. Get some of my heat.”
Ning shook his head. “I’m alright. I don’t feel any cold,” he said. “Thank you though, for trying to share your heat with me.”
“Young man, you’ll—”
“Don’t worry,” Ning caught her off. “It won’t be cold for much longer. I’ll bring the heat back.”
The woman couldn’t understand what Ning was saying. Bring the heat back?
“Lagoris bless you, child. You’re already sick!” she said.
“He won’t be doing anything of that sort much longer,” Ning said and stood back up. “I’ll be right back.”
Then he teleported away.
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