Chapter 485 Intel

Curseland was in the southwestern zone of Faeast. Legend had it that this was where witchcraft was born. Though not everyone could cultivate, most knew of the legend of witchcraft and cursebugs.

But with the advent of the modern age, the tales about witchcraft and cursebugs barely made their rounds around Curseland anymore.

If it weren't for the fact they retained a lot of local customs and ancient buildings, Curseland would just be another modern metropolis, and it was a famous tourist spot. Tourism drew in billions every year.

Three days later, a handsome silhouette appeared at the terminal of Curseland's airport. He was pushing a wheelchair, where an unconscious figure sat. To make sure no one knew the lady was in a coma, a pair of sunglasses were worn over her nose, covering her eyes.

They were Nox and Queenie, of course.

"Milord, we're finally here!" an excited voice gushed. Jebediah followed Nox on this trip. He was carrying a lot of luggage. If not for his robes, he'd look