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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 in a chuckle. 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 girl…
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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. "What on Altros was that? I've never felt mana that strong before..." It was rare…
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"Hmm..." Lone was currently busy gazing at his status while lying down on his and Soph's bed in their room at The Adventurer's Guild. "He really didn't give me many stats but 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 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 bed. She crawled under…
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"Esteemed Miss," Ceela 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 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. "We shall discuss nothing, you fool!" Bastion yelled through his fear. "Kill her! Cut off her head! The boat has already sailed! The time to talk has long since passed!" Ceela…
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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 up 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 saw no 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 and smoke…
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First, Lone read all of his level-up notifications as well as the ones for his newly acquired skills. In light of that he continued looking through his system notification. Not long after that, his body had moved on its own, resulting in half of his limbs being chopped off instead of him being sliced clean down the middle by the return of the chieftain's magical axe. "Would you stop shivering?!" Gilbert yelled. "You're not cold, are you?" Lone chuckled. "Sorry,…
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"Where is he, that traitorous scumbag?" Lone asked as he sat up properly. He rested his arm on his bent knee as he examined his body’s condition to distract him from his likely less than useful seething rage. Lone was surprised to notice that he felt not only good but better than ever. It was as if he had just awoken from a century-long slumber and had stretched just right to crack every bone in his body in the most satisfying way possible. Gilbert sighed. "I assume you mean the hero, Daisuke Tamiko?…
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Lone tightly held the grip of his swordspear and glanced over at the two slaves – perhaps former slaves now – before looking at Sophie and saying, "Keep them safe." "What about keeping Lone smirked through his rage-filled expression. "I'm not the one who'll need saving between me and him." Sophie wore a worried look on her face but nodded, nonetheless. "Very well. Do not let your anger at the hero disturb you, however. The time to deal with him will come." "I know... Trust me, The monster, while…
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