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Chapter 4827
Darryl brushed the dirt off his body. He moved toward the nearest town, intending to ask
someone for directions.
Huh?
Darryl sensed something going on in his body, and he got the shock of his life.
'F*ck me.'
Why was his fairy soul locked up?
Darryl could clearly feel a strange energy radiating from his fairy soul. It caused him to be
completely unable to release his fairy soul. His energy level was hardly more than a mortal
human being...
How could that be? i
Could it have been because the teleportation gateway had not been activated correctly in
the Godly Region, and it caused some bizarre coincidence that led to his fairy soul being
locked?
All at once, Darryl stood frozen in confusion.
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Just as Darryl pondered to himself, a series of footsteps could be heard from behind him.
At the same time, the cries of several people were heard as well.
"Quick, let's split up. We have to find him before dark." "F*ck, the High Lady's wedding is
just tomorrow. I can't believe we lost Derrick just the night before." "Shh, keep it down!
Derrick's going to be the High Lady's husband after tomorrow." "Hoho. Useless bastard of
a husband, if you ask me. God knows why the Grand Master wedded him to the High Lady.
Probably to bring in good fortune in contrast to the High Lady being sick. Ugh, just thinking
of his wretched face makes me sick. How could Derrick Darby be good enough for the High
Lady?"
The voices grew in volume by the second. There had to be quite a number of people.
Derrick Darby?
Darryl could not help but frown to himself. The man those people were looking for also had
the same last name, Darby, but he sounded like a total loser, married into a family to
offset bad luck.
Upon some thought, Darryl realized that he, too, had been in the same position back then.
Married into a powerful family and looked down upon.
As Darryl mumbled to himself, he was about to head down the mountain.
Just then, a group of people walked out from the forest behind him, dressed in black short-
sleeved shirts. They appeared to be servants of a wealthy family, with the head of the
group sporting a gray long-sleeved shirt and a murderous glint in his eyes.
They spotted Darryl upon first glance and began to scream.
"We found him, we found him!" "Do you have a death wish, Derrick? What the hell are you
doing hiding here when you're supposed to be married to the High Lady just tomorrow?"
"Come on, you're heading back with us."
As they spoke, the crowd charged forwards, surrounding Darryl.
'F*ck me!'
Darryl was torn between confusion and amusement. Were those people blind, confusing
him forthat Derrick fellow?
At the thought, Darryl plastered a smile onto his face as he cast a glance around him.
"You've got the wrong guy. I'm just passing by." 'Not Derrick?'
The people exchanged glances as the head of the group frowned. He walked upto Darryl,
looking him up and down coldly.
"What are you up to this time, you moron? Trying to play the memory loss card? I'd
recognize you dead or alive, idiot. You're coming with us."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmAs he spoke, he harshly brought his hand down onto Darryl's head.
Slap!
The blow was not one of great force, but it echoed through the air with a crisp sound.
Darryl flared up in anger instantly.
Motherf*cker!
What family did they come from? Abusing their power like that? It was truly too much.
Darryl was about to turn and leave. However, at the thought of his fairy soul being locked
up, there was no way he would be able to escape.
Darryl turned to the leader of the group and tried to explain himself. "I'm really not
Derrick, my dear sir. Also, I'm not from here. I'm from the New World..." 1
Darryl was only trying to explain his identity and clarify that he was Darryl Darby. He then
realized that he was the hero of the Nine Continents. It would be quite embarrassing if
someone found out that he had gotten his fairy soul locked up. Thus, he held his anger in.
"The New World?"
The leader of the group knitted his brows.
At the same time, the other men behind him exchanged confused glances.
"What New World? Has he lost it?" "Talking nonsense, more like."
The crowd sounded with opinions of their own, making the leader grow impatient and
wave an arm. "That's enough. Stop entertaining him. Tie him up and bring him back to the
Grand Master."
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