1642 Snow Swan Silver Feathers

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

The difference in strength was too great. The frost immediately froze the young man solid. The process only took a few seconds.

The ranger was dumbfounded. He stood there, too scared to intervene.

The tourists were terrified too. They did not expect the alive and well young man to turn into ice and die so quickly!

Bartholomew smiled after glancing at his artwork. He turned around and went up the mountain.

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No one dared to stop him. The ranger even forgot to alert the Magic Association. Bartholomew soon disappeared from their sight.

Bartholomew went into the woods. He halted in his track, as if he was waiting for someone.

Some time later, a man wearing a hat concealing half his face came by. He had a chilly aura.

"Did you bring it?" the man with a hat said.