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the man said as he came close to Hayden. With a deep bow, the man extended what seemed to be a hardcover book to Hayden. Hayden reached out for it and thanked the man. Without another word, the man bowed once more and turned on his heels before walking back the way that he had came from. I cocked my head to the side in wonder at what had just happened. Did Hayden order a book to be delivered? I could tell from the image on the cover that it was a book regarding artworks. --To be continued…

Turning around, they came face to face with their enemy. Aiden : who are you?? Man : oh my dear friend, you didn't recognize me… Hahaha he chuckled. Aiden : leave calista out of this. That man looked at calista from head to toe and licked his lips Man : how can I leave her when I want her besides me? After killing, you, I will take her with me. Calista starts shaking and trembling in fear. Aiden holds her in his arms tightly. Aiden : what has she ever done to you??

That's Marionne's thoughts. "I don't care about those rich kids. I just want to study and graduate with honor." Marionne said seriously. "Don't be too serious, man. D.A, by the way." She extended her hand. Marionne looked at the extended hand in front of him. If you didn't notice the chest binder she's wearing underneath that men's shirt, you wouldn't know that she's a lesbian. Hell, she's even more handsome than Marionne. "Marionne." He finally took her hand."

I'm already beginning to find suspicious the interest she puts behind this marriage. Less than an hour later, the mechanic manages to open Ethan's machine. I give him his money, a rather generous sum. He thanks me endlessly and asks me to come back again soon. I don't think I will have to use his services for the next time. I carry the laptop to my car where I sit, the laptop in front of me. I look at it, not knowing what I'm really looking for. I stare at this computer, as if it has the power to speak. But something caught my attention. I see a folder on the desktop which name seems weird. Indeed, it is entitled 'to give to Maïeil'. I look at this file without opening it, looking more intri

This extremely familiar old man was the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book. He took a few steps into the energy barrier and poured the same amount of energy into it. Samuel's left hand once again lit up with two rays of light. The Eight Desolation Heavenly Book smiled and said, "This brat's luck isn't bad, but sometimes being too smart isn't necessarily a good thing. Don't say that you don't know what's going on with these two rays of light, I'm afraid he himself isn't even clear about it." The sweeping old man smiled and did not deny this idea. "If he knew it clearly, it would not be like this when he dealt with the Four Divine Beasts."

"Who are you!" That heavy voice with a very strong aura I felt my body goosebumps and fell unconscious unconscious. Cold, damp, and filled with a dark aura. I very clearly felt it all. I opened my eyes, my eyeballs rolled to look around where I was. My gaze is on a man with an athletic build with crossed legs, he is holding a book covering his face. "Who are you?" I'm a little confused by my own question, which the castle owner should be asking.

the old man said before he bowed and presented a printed booklet to the prince. Seeing that he didn’t seem to have a choice in the matter, Leonard took the booklet from the old man and began flipping through it with absolutely no signs of interest. The old man began going through the items in the list starting from the top. Leonard wasn’t bothered to listen to the old man as his eyes quickly scanned the items listed in the list. Nothing was unusual or unexpected. Rare artworks, vintage jewelries, sculptures, and ancient rocks from some historical building that he had completely no interest in. Everything seemed normal and good until his eyes landed on the last item on the list. Leonard sucke

I tasted it on my tongue — bitter and metallic. At the center of the room stood a stone altar, draped in heavy black cloth that spilled onto the floor like a pool of ink. A single book rested on top. Its cover was dark, almost oily-looking, bound with broad strips of leather and clasped at the corners with dull silver that caught the candlelight and threw it back in cold glints. Behind it stood the prince. He didn’t look at us right away. His head was bowed, one hand tracing along the book’s spine with something almost tender. Lady Senna and the armored man flanked him like twin pillars of judgment, their expressions carved from ice.

Before leaving, she took my hand for a moment. “It won’t take long. I’ll come back.” The door closed behind her. In the same instant, Lucian’s whole face changed. The warmth vanished as if it had never been there. I twisted hard against the straps, only to realize I could barely move. “Don’t bother,” Lucian said, lifting the real elastic bands with a grin. “Those are the stretch ones. The ones on you don’t give at all.” I stared at him, my face darkening.

… On the other hand, James had moved into a new room on another spiritual mountain. He took out a book with a clean and dark red cover. It was the Blood Mantra that Thea had given him. As he carefully flipped to the first page of the book, James could see lines of strange and mysterious inscriptions on that page. Just then, those inscriptions appeared to move and float in the air. Soon enough, words in a foreign script began to form before James’ eyes. James was the only person who could see those words since he was holding the book. If someone were to walk in on James now, they would only see that James’ eyes were glowing with an eerie, blood-red light at that moment.