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she nodded vigorously, handing the flask to me, "I don't know Amber," I grumbled, "Human blood is one thing but dragon blood? I don’t— I don’t know if I am ready for such a big leap," "What— you think this is the blood of a dragon?" She chuckled loudly, "No, you fool... It's a rare plant... A whole valley of them grow once every decade, people would kill to taste a single drop, guess my man here—- She looked over at the body, "— has been keeping it close to him as a treasure all this time,"

"Your vanguard metrics are dropping because you expect an Afolayan to carry a human heart under his tactical vest," Brook Owen muttered, his voice cutting through the dim green luminescence of the weapon command deck. He swirled the synthetic blood-wine in his silver chalice, his golden eyes hardening into slits. "I only logged into the Bates alliance to strip their peripheral weapon grids, Chika. Her lineage means absolutely nothing to my inner wolf."

I chirp giving her a wide smile. She doesn't respond, but simply looks away, turning pale. *** Days have passed since my shopping trip with my mother and today I'm spending the night with Miss Ann while mother works. Miss Ann is one of the nice ladies who work with mother. She watches me while mother works and will even tend to us when we are sick. I really like her! "Miss Ann, have you seen this book? It's one that mother got for me when we went out shopping. It's an old book on tactical warfare," I shout excitedly while practically shoving the book in her face.

They suspected that most of them were either cursed or spelled so they didn’t dare touch anything and barely looked into the boxes. In one of the drawers, they found a brown leather book containing what seemed to be an inventory. Coralis assumed that it was an inventory of what was in there so she decided to take it with her, to look at it while at school. They left an hour later and locked the gate back behind them. Coralis didn’t know what kind of wards her parents had set up around their unit and she didn’t want to worry about it at the moment. She was still processing the letter she read from her dad: they tried to walk away from Lord Meozo.

“Yes sir!” the men replied. Once more, Zephyr laid his eyes on the books, his gaze rested on one of them. The book was covered in a layer of dust and was made of bamboo. It looked unique. “Thunderfoot?” Zephyr muttered as he opened the book, reading its contents. A wave of excitement washed over him. He excitedly flipped through the pages, carefully memorizing the technique’s intricate steps.

"If that's the case, I'll take your offer and look for you when I need help in the future." "Yes, sure. If you meet Casper again, please send him my regards." Bowen waved his hands. Just as he took a few steps, Bowen seemed to recall something and looked at Jessica. "There's one more thing… but I'm not sure if it's appropriate to say." Jessica was puzzled. "Please, just tell me." Bowen pointed at the two stacks of books on the table and asked with a doubtful tone, "As a key disciple of the sect, don't you have a storage bag?"

But Bartholomew paid him no mind as he browsed the shelves with a deep frown until finally, his face lit up and he pulled a book from the shelves, scurrying back to his desk with it and rifling through his drawers as he took his seat. "Do you want to tell us what that was about?" Adam asked curiously as he leaned onto Bartholomew's desk. "What?" Bartholomew uttered distractedly as he pulled out what looked like a leather book and sat it on his desk before him. He met Adam's gaza with mild confusion, his hands resting on both books, before the realization suddenly dawned on him. "Oh! My apologies. That was Lord Brarthroroz." He said as the Commander snorted loudly.

“Brittany, do you like to read?” “I do. I have a massive collection. Why? Do you?” “I do, but I don’t have any books with me.” “You can borrow mine. What do you like?” “Oh, dark romance, really. As long as it isn’t too cheesy.”