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Baby Zetty stretched out her hands and rubbed on Sir Ares’ vital points while saying, “I’ll unblock your chakra across all your limbs. That way, even if the poison in your body isn’t fully eliminated, you can still stand up relying on your strong willpower.” Sir Ares did not want to place a psychological burden on Baby Zetty, so he calmly said, “There’s no need to force yourself.” Baby Zetty proudly said, “Your daughter is very smart, Daddy. You have to believe in me. I can do it.” Sir Ares happily said, “I do believe in you.” As he was talking, Sir Ares had already felt his body becoming warm. It felt as though parts of his body began to have certain perceptions.

Hearing Levi speak calmly and lightly, Arista pouted, "You're so arrogant." He placed the Vengeance Scrolls back into her hand, "It was okay before, but from now on, don't make similar expressions with my face." Arista said curiously, "What's wrong with pouting? What's the problem with you?" "I won't allow it." "Alright, alright." Arista pouted again, "So many restrictions." "I said it's not allowed." "Okay, okay."

I only wondered whether Victor Artois didn't switch sides long ago… “Hello, Mr. Artois. Yes, my name is Kassandra Eder,” I responded as composedly as possible. “Arlo seemed to be very fond of you… I long wondered what abilities that you possess made this old fox treasure you that much,” Victor Artois smiled viciously. “It's not exactly a secret that I made herbs that helped release the Chairman's pain. He remained grateful to me ever since,” I stated confidently. Artois chuckled and leaned over me.

I asked. "No, just strange, he collects items from the black market aswell and moves them over the water. He favours rare artifacts, magical potions, some art, anything really. If I were a betting man, I'd start with him." Arthur replied dropping the second file onto the desk between us with the first page open as I looked down at the face staring back from the surveillance style photo and the name printed on the sheet confirmed my horror. "Well Fuck me." I gasped as Cadmus Drakos was depicted in the photo clear as day.

I only smiled until my eyes curved like crescents. Something seemed to block Mason's throat. He stepped back from the closet and accidentally bumped the bookshelf with his shoulder. Something fell from the top shelf and hit the floor with a slap. A dark-blue journal with a worn, fraying cover lay open on the floor. He bent to pick it up, but his gaze caught the first lines on the exposed page. "I came back from ten years in the future."

Waiting at the reception, she could sense everyone fears on the floor, all she could paint was a monster as the employer but she knew better. The receptionist walked up to her apologizing, it seems the boss was in a conference meeting. A few minute later, she had sobs from the conference room and to her surprise Mr. Mini-god from the park was walking out of the conference room with his staff scrambling after him. She thought it was a joke, but she felt the authority he commanded as he struts out towards his office, his demeanor was that of an evil boss, she overheard the staff discussing how he just fired a young man in the conference because he mixed up the statistics. Aurora was still in

Or, ask them to help if they knew how to control powers. This new world was stuck in her brain for days. She can't help to compare it to Earth. She sighed and then pointed her blade at some tree. She slices it in half. She noticed Azaroz cloning the sliced trees as she cut them down. That guy from the last time, which happened a month ago, had stuck in her head. Azaroz had been guarding her for days, due to this guy. Azaroz is a wizard that specializes in Octoplasm, which helps him multiple or make copies of something. He is kind of a jerky wizard that has no respect for Hawking. But when it comes to his mates getting attacked by someone, he'll make a move for sure.

This was a trap, but for who? Or for what? “I’m sending a few of my men with Granger. The rest are going back to the Yarrow Spur Pack village,” Artyom says as he walks in my direction. His pale blue eyes shine like moonstone against his dark skin, nearly the same shade as his obsidian leathers. He rolls his lower lip between his teeth and looks around to make sure we’re not overheard before adding, “Based on the description I’ve been given, I believe the witch in question might be Petra.”

yes i know, I'm such a jerk for a prince. "Nervous?" I almost jumped from my position. His voice from my back feels like I've been electrified and it made me feel weird. There's no way I'm going homosexual with him! "Don't be such a d*ck Luther" I angrily spat. He just laughed in amusement when-- "Harris Esqroic and Luther Astrix please join arena 4!" This really is doomsday!

He asks sarcastically as he brushes a frustrated hand over his face. "Not exactly." I turn around and open the top drawer to my desk, pulling out the bottle of Malt Whiskey that Anastazia gave me two weeks before her death. I take out two glasses, place them on the desk and fill them three fingers high. I slide one glass across the oak slab desktop toward him. He straightens his suit jacket as he stands before me, and picks up his glass. He raises his brows as his eyes meet mine, "What are we toasting to here, Artemis? Because I have a feeling that you have a plan and I'm not going to fucking like it."