Linda Wilson
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Unnamed Savannas Bultom County Outskirts Cheverton Duchy April 30th Year 1052 "Oh my gods…." The sheer number of undead monsters trooping towards the resistance force was enough to make even experienced adventurers and mercenaries take a step back in shock. From what could be seen visually, there were at least ten thousand Skeleton Knights, Undead Knights, and Dullahans along with nightmare and skeletal horses. Each of them was armed with weapons coated in a thick ominous aura of death and…-
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The knight who entered looked pale, was panting heavily and looked like he could barely stand on his two feet as he was relying on the other two knights to stand. Although the Brigade Captain's actions could be considered rude and disrespectful on so many levels, the highest-ranked people here, the Duke Charles and Sir Luke, who was incidentally the head of the Bowthe Duchy, could not care less. The appearance of the heavily panting knight was enough to tell them that something serious was up. Eliza,…
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"Dungeon. Sixth Seith. Sealed Demon." The instant those words left Dasyra's mouth, Evan had a reaction that grabbed the attention of everyone in the room. His aura suddenly burst out from his body, releasing a light shockwave in the room and his facial expression turned dark. "Ah, my apologies." With those words, Evan restrained his aura, ignoring the shock on the faces of the Military officers, Mercenaries and S-rank adventurers who weren't present last time as he continued. "Yetu, huh? Look at this…
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The familiar voice of the goddess Artemisia was heard, right before the black-haired and golden-eyed woman appeared in front of Evan and pulled out Amelie's body from his hands. Snapping her fingers, the scalds on Amelie's skin disappeared like they were never there, and she moved the bishop's body into a standing position before turning her gaze to Evan. It seemed that the goddess only just realized Evan's mind wasn't frozen in time, with her turning her gaze to glare at the being who Evan couldn't…
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"Except for my strength and energy, my other stat values are at their peaks, meaning a little more boost and they'd nudge over to the next sub-rank. My level also didn't go as high as I had expected but given that most of my exp was being siphoned by adaptive evolution, it's a miracle I up went by 10 levels. The main issues here…" "…are the strange symbols beside your class and skills?" Evan nodded in response to Eliza's words, heaving a sigh of exasperation as he appraised the strange symbol…
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"The Great Western Empire can handle itself. If it comes to worst, then the Former Emperor would make a move in person. That necromancer was no match for the Former Emperor at his peak, much less now when he's still recovering from his last death at my hands." "Why didn't just kill him permanently with your law energy?" To Rathal's question, Kolvar heaved a small sigh and replied. "That person interfered, the 'Fourth Finger'. Distracted me long enough for the necromancer to die from my normal attack.…
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The adventurers and knights who were in the guild messing around dropped their food and drinks and rushed out towards the Lord's Estate. However, thanks to Duke Cheverton's timely interference, they were blocked from going any further, with Guild Master Dasyra and the two S ranks being the only ones allowed to proceed further. Upon arriving at the training grounds, the three of them stood face-to-face with the source of the sudden citywide unrest. There was Evan, radiating an enormous amount of magic…
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Training Area, Lord's Castle. Bultom Dungeon City Cheverton Duchy April 27th Year 1052 While the high-level adventurers, soldiers, knights, paladins and mercenaries were busy chatting in the guild, Evan and a group of high-level senior mages, along with the Grand Mage Czac were all squatting on the floor of the training grounds, surrounding a large magic circle drawn on the floor. The passing knights gave them weird gazes but went back to what they were doing, chalking it all up to mages doing their…
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"Wasn't it supposed to be the Vice Chief Grand Magus he was close with?" "Yeah…that's what I heard too." "Well…he's close with both, I guess. Saw three of them talking once and he seemed quite chill with them." The senior mage replied to the adventurer's question, with another one of her fellow senior mages chipping in as he remembered the scene she spoke of. "I remember that day, that was the first time I saw Vice Chief Ritz speak more than five sentences to someone in one sitting. I was in…
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They were all drinking and chatting with each other while talking about various things that had happened over the course of the past few months, ever since the undead crisis began. Their conversation topic eventually went on to discuss the up-and-rising adventurers and knights, with a few others surrounding their table to listen in on their gist. It was at this point in time that a certain blonde-haired teenager walked into the guild with a black cat in her arms, only to be noticed by one of the A…
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