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Meanwhile, Soph was sitting on his lap playing with his tails. He began scrubbing her hair and he pulled up his notification log at the same time. Now seemed as good a time as any to have a peek at the gains from his public spar with Prince Keining. The next set of level-ups was all a mess due to multiple different skills gaining levels together at different points throughout the fight. So Lone mentally reorganised his notification log to look a bit less jumbled, instead making it display the…-
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Their majestic flight through the city was over almost as quickly as it had begun. Lone, Sophie, Breena, Prince Keining and his two children, had all arrived in a secluded garden courtyard of some sort. The magic used to transport them felt different to Lone than to that of his Ungrounded or internal usage of Blood Clone. Still, it wasn't uncomfortable or anything like that. The prince was clearly a master of control when it came to his own magic. A dainty and ordinary-looking human woman with tanned…
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This time, however, something changed. A frown crossed the massive man's expression and his head darted to look at the V.I.P. booth. Lone didn't have the time to think why he was doing this, he could only take advantage of this distraction to finally land a hit. Extending his steamforged sword spear with its steam edge and recently flattened tip, Lone activated several skill effects at once. "Pierce! Woodsman! Full Charge!" Lone's weapon doubled in size and lost 20% of its weight. Full Charge only…
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"So, uh, Duke Malik. What's he like?" Lone asked. "I've only read about him and know that he's incredibly nationalistic." "He's a speciesist to the core, a bigot, an egotistical maniac, oh, and a bloodthirsty demon when it comes to mages not affiliated with Milindo's nobility or royalty," Gilbert answered with a frown before he turned and smiled. "So, a pretty nice guy, in all honesty." His sarcasm wasn't lost on Lone. "Surely that can't be allowed, right? Killing mages indiscriminately? Especially ones…
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"Gilbert's going to be annoyed," Lone muttered before he chuckled. Sophie nodded. "No doubt. Duke Henry Malik - the one we're concerned about - he's been hounding the guild day-in, day-out. According to the guildmaster that man also detected your outburst of MP when you... when you restored our eyes." A concerned look spread across Lone's expression. "That's not ideal..." He looked around the room for a moment and couldn't see the black sphere he used to relax himself. "Sophie, where's my orb?" The…
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"Ha-ah..." Gilbert cracked his neck as he slumped deeply into his chair. "Finally... That's the brunt of the paperwork out of the way..." He hung his head over the back of his seat as he sighed once more. "I swear, immunity to ageing or not, this damned paperwork will kill me one day..." The next moment, he sensed what felt like an explosion of mana coming from the housing floor of The Adventurer's Guild which he was in. That was odd considering he couldn’t detect mana like some could. "What on Altros…
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"Hmm..." Lone was currently busy gazing at his status while lying down on his and Sofia's bed in their room at The Adventurer's Guild. "He really didn't give me many stats but he did gift a fuckton of levels... Was he also an E-ranker or what? He Was Gregory Milatod a very powerful man caught off-guard, or was he just your above average man that was no stronger than your top-class labourers or low-class adventurers? Soph yawned adorably as she ambled out of the room's private bathroom and back into…
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"Esteemed miss," the female adventurer said through gritted teeth, "please, do not point your blade at my young master," she requested. "We do not take orders from you. Bark elsewhere, mutt," Sophie replied and then stepped closer to the table the three young nobles were sat behind. Her shortsword was now only a foot or so away from Bastion's neck and oh did it look so very, very, sliceable to Sophie’s Mana Sensing. The roguish adventurer frowned as she unsheathed her own weapon - a delicate-looking…
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With a slow and heavy creak, the door to the dungeon-like room swung open. A man clad head-to-toe in black clothing slowly walked in as he held a lantern in one hand and a set of keys in the other. His face was covered save for his eyes, both of which turned to glance at Lone in surprise. "Oh, you're finally awake." "Good morning," Lone sarcastically said. "You can even talk clearly. That's good. I was really worried you'd be all messed up and start having coughing fits like the dwarves," the man…
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"Grimsley!" Lone's shout reverberated through the smouldering wreck that was once a proud smithy. He was met with no response, so he rushed through the main forge and couldn’t see any immediate signs of his friend. Wasting no time, Lone rushed into the backroom that - thus far - he'd never been allowed to enter. The room only contained a bed, a bookshelf that was empty, and a rug, all of which were going up in flames. "Waterball! Waterball! Waterball!" Lone put out the furniture, resulting in steam…
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