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said the monk, no longer able to contain his curiosity. "Oh, just about the monkey. It's a very sad story, isn't it. When all he has to do to get free is just….." Abram's voice faded out. The monk held up his hand which was still in a fist and slowly and gently opened it. Abrams said nothing but a calmness and a serenity seemed to spread slowly through his body. He felt himself relax, felt the tension drain from his features. He sat for several minutes in silence and complete peace. He suddenly realised that he was no longer holding the briefcase, it was lying on the grass by his feet.

Jokes aside, Monica had really decided to become a writer, and whether the characters of the stories that he wrote would appear in this world, or not, he didn't think too much since he was going to use a pen name and he was also a major shareholder of one of the largest publishing houses in this country so he believed that it should be alright for him, however, he also thought that it was better to write a fantasy-related genre since he believed that there wouldn't be any characters from fantasy stories in this world. However, Monica really hoped that he would be able to receive a "Programming Mastery" or "Hacking Mastery" from the system so he would be able to see whether the characters tha

“Or did you get lost on your way to a monastery?” Still, the monk Jin—stood motionless. “Freak,” the Emsgate participant spat, his grin widening. “You monks are all the same. Always preaching peace, but you crawl out when it’s convenient. Go back to your temple before you get hurt.” Raising his spear, he pointed it directly at Jin. “I’ll give you one chance. Step down now, and I won’t embarrass you.” Jin slowly opened his eyes. There was no trace of anger, no fear. Only calm, unwavering peace. He unclasped his hands, the prayer beads swaying gently as he stepped forward.

The Monk was standing at his desk, silent and watchful. He observed the warm landscape spread out before him in silence; a habit he had inculcated when he had been a monk and meditating in the mountains. But his eyes were not taking in the beauty of the world outside; on the contrary, he was seething. His nephew, the fool that the boy was turning out to be, had been fixated with Ria Delano to such a degree, he had sent one of their men to the Delano lair, the newest club, and the equally stupid fellow had gotten his man killed. An illegal migrant, whose family was now on the streets. Dusak had had the women and the children brought to the brothels he ran. Now they would soon be sold, thought

NOTE: HI GUYS! The following chapters will be teasers for this book. This particular book is a series on its own with five books. Let me know if you like it after reading the teasers. INTRODUCTION Two years ago, Caidyn caused a young man to drown in the waters of loss after he had seen her. On that day, Lucien Dracmon sat on a rock at the riverbank, starring at the beautiful petals of a moon flower that grew only around this particular river. It only bloomed at night and he had come out because of it and to also comfort himself.

But other than looking like experts, they all looked like women trying to get the best Black Friday deals in the department store. Since whoever made the move first would have an advantage. In this situation, they all tried to go first instead of letting the others. No one else would give up on their advantages for the sake of others. "Please, everyone. Listen to what I have to say." At this time, an old monk wearing a golden robe appeared. He held an implement in his hand, showing how great of a monk he was. The moment he appeared, he stole everyone's attention. "Isn't that Master Elaris from Warding Temple? What business does a monk like him have in this place?"

How was this possible? Everyone was stunned and gritted their teeth, itching to find a hole to hide in. “Hehe, I’m a martial monk. The most important goal of my trip to Sky Country is to purge the nation’s martial arena with blood!” The Warrior Monk was burning with anger and embarrassment. "I'm not here to taste tea with you. Who do you think you are? How dare you be so arrogant in front of me!" “That’s right, a wastrel like him deserves to call himself number one amongst the younger generation of Sky Country. What a joke.”

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“You said Tantric Buddhism is part pagan anyway.” She leans back and regards me with exaggerated surprise. “I’ve discovered a mythical beast: a man who listens.” “In my line of work, a man has to. What did you mean by that, anyway? The monks are stricter than Catholics, right? Celibate and liquor free. At least a priest can romance the bottle.”

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