James Miller
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The inn was of moderate quality, even with the immaculate name like Dragon's Talon. Still, it was the best the little town of Triu could offer, not that they had a problem as they would only be staying the night. The only reason they stopped for the town was that Sylvie wouldn't be able to fly with them non-stop. The white crane had been exhausted carrying them for almost the whole day. She deserved rest and good sustenance. June discussed with the innkeeper to take care of that, while Warden went to…
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"By the way, will you give me a ride to the city?" "I see no other choice," June agreed, "considering you don't know your way and would probably get into trouble with your personality." "What is that supposed to mean?" June laughed. "I'd say you won't be in one piece for long with that personality unless you have the strength and backers to back you up." "It's not that bad." "I didn't say it was bad," June added. "But you beat the crap out of an Arcane Academy official." "That guy kind of…
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"Are you sure this is the place?" June asked a moment after Warden led her into the cavern. A slick and flat brick-like metal device on her arm flickered into bars of light, indicating whatever she was trying to read with it. "Like I said, it vanished," Warden said. "The radar is detecting nothing too extreme, with a dungeon gate being here just a day before," she sighed. "The radiation is only above normal. It takes about a month for radiation to come down from a grade-8 dungeon." He shrugged.…
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"You're going to lead me to where the dungeon was," June said, as if it was a matter of fact. "Um, sure," Warden agreed. "How about tomorrow morning?" "No, we're going now." Warden shook his head. "Like I said, it had been dealt with. You don't have to worry about anyone getting hurt." The people around them began to move away, worried that the clash of their aura might hit them again. June noticed that and made sure not to release her aura, while Warden was ever carefree, not letting out even…
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"You're him?" the elf girl asked expectantly. "Everyone thinks they are Him?" Warden said. "I am no exception. You have to be specific about the Him you're looking for." June groaned, facing towards Onia. "Is he always this insufferable to talk to?" "No," Onia said. "He's very affable throughout and went to great lengths to save our village. Without his help, we wouldn't have survived." The elf looked like she had eaten something sour. Perhaps he should stop amusing himself at her expense.…
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June had to give the man credit for meeting the gaze of a Silver Ranker with Iron Rank power. Most people would've stammered under the pressure of the aura she radiated or begun apologizing, but the man only straightened up. Such willpower couldn't be cultivated in days. But why does he have to be so damn infuriating? June thought. Why is it so hard for a capable man to be normal? "So, are we gonna do it?" he asked, his eyes never leaving her as he munched on the kebab. "Let me finish my kebab…
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"Professor Walt's trail ends here," June mumbled, standing before the gate of a village. The majestic Starfire Crane stood next to her, tired from all the flying it did while carrying her. She had traveled over a thousand miles in a span of a day. June was bound to give Sylvie some rewards for her hard work. But for now, she couldn't relax yet. "Sylvie, fly around to see if there's anything amiss in the surroundings," June said. "I'll be in the village." Sylvie clunked, rubbing her head against June.…
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Gritting his teeth, Walt withdrew a step as the deviant half-breed took offense, targeting his wounded side. The wound still stung like cold iron drilled into his skin, burning away his energy. The mongrel clearly didn't possess two-thirds of his strength or agility. His dark power was something to be avoided, but Walt shouldn't have any problem dealing with him. Yet, he found himself defending now. The foul-mouthed bastard's sword seemed to have a nasty enchantment that broke through the defense and…
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Warden stared at the thick, metal-braced handcuffs, uncertain how to deal with this predicament. "You can't be serious," Tifan shouted. "You want us to give ourselves up? We'd literally be powerless to the whims of some nobles if we let you cuff us." Warden raised an eyebrow. He did notice something odd about the cuffs but didn't know they could be used to suppress spirit power. Could they restrict raw physical power, though? Whatever it was, Warden didn't want to take chances. "Finally showing…
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Warden got the entire story from Tifan as they proceeded to bury the dead. Apparently, some villagers stole a beast core and decided to leave the village in the hope of renewing their life somewhere better. Unfortunately for them, they came across the bandits halfway and spilled the beans. The bandit crew really tried to avoid bloodshed if it could be avoided. The system didn't look warmly towards heedless killing. From the villagers, they learned some adventurers hunted the monster and left a good…
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