Mary Miller
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Timothy Cook stared at the stranger in front of him—well, she had a name, Iola. And she was someone he took in because she both complained about him ignoring her and her not having anywhere else to turn to. All the jewels and expensive items she gave him were still in his bag and not yet exchanged… but even they were secondary to his desire to help her because she needed it. But now came the truth of the situation. The two of them couldn't ignore this situation and pretend like it never happened. The…-
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The thick and iron scent of blood filled the air, a nauseous stench filled the library—and a shelf had been upturned over, a spillage of books were across the floor. The Hidden Library was a complete mess. Black liquid of bile splattered somewhere else and if the automatic cleaning spell were used around then it might have taken awhile. Even the cleaning charm had proved itself useless. But the one who had done such a mess was nowhere to be seen or found. . . . Iola had no need to want for anything…
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The Wood Elf blinked and nearly staggered back—the Fey assuming that he had gotten the upper hand with the revelation of the full view of the world the human in front of him almost got his name right and had butchered it by a bit. Almost enough to invoke their True Name. A shaky but exuberant laughter escaped his throat, "I suppose you owe me again." "Oh crap." Han Jing said. And his name was 'Han Jing'—the Wood Elf understood that when he checked their Alliance tab, but unlike him, either he…
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A decision wasn't meant to be decided in an instant—Han Jing tried to say that, but the Wood Elf was insistent. One wand here in his hands right now or two for him and a friend back in Kraelonia Academy. If he would take into account the annoying and vague remark of the Wood Elf earlier, then there was something he was missing. Perhaps it was better to choose the decision that he didn't want to pick. If he were so insistent on gaining the wand on his hands now, then it meant that he was rash—but use…
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Once class finally ended for Professor Orleans, others could be said to have taken a proactive stance and a name was said amongst the crowd— "Han!" It came from a red-haired young woman with a frown on her face. She was walking towards him. It sounded from the blond Nobleman sitting right beside him, and if one's ears were sharp, then one might have even noticed a hooded figure in the back say out his name as well. "W-What?" Han blinked in confusion. The orphan from Rockfall Village turned to the…
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It was in the park full of green, where the two fellows stayed. The gift was yet to be placed or seen. Nary a choice yet to be made. Not a clue on how things would bade. A humble man would have asked for more time, and yet it would not be had for a quarter or dime. "I present two options—which one will you have?" the Wood Elf asked. "This one or that one. Not everything is up for you to grab." The memory of Han's task at the Kraelonia Academy came to mind—he needed to impress Professor Howard Carnus…
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The cold wind brushed through the trees and branches, and while Han Jing was actually nervous if the Wood Elf would actually go with him at dinner's end, they visited the park without much of a delay. Despite the flow of the traffic that usually crammed the city, honking cars and packed streets—it didn't stop them at all. Wherever it was that Han Jing led them would be a street where the vehicles cleared themselves without much trouble. Nature over-strengthening that of the modern day, cars and men…
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"What the?!" Jinjing was rubbing her eyes Had she been blinded by the light? Han Jing clutched his can of beer and threw it into the air. "Did the lightbulb just explode?" The man shouted loudly and convincingly as he could. The sound of another shattering erupted but the details didn't matter that much didn't it? Even as he received a spray of good ol beer showered on them. The Demon Lord made a face, the Wood Elf raised a brow at him. The room went dark—but not enough for Han Jing's Night Vision…
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The Demon Lord spun to her heels and gave the Human in front of her a more bewildered look, and then things started to make sense. The reason why this man hadn't batted an eye in her presence at all—his tastes were completely different! This woman form could not sway a man's heart! Jilanya crossed her arms over her chest, "You've taken a male as your Companion, did you not?" "Yeah." Han Jing frowned at her, his dark eyes narrowed at her. "You killed his mother and other villagers—I won't forgive you…
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Han Jing would have wanted to pretend that he didn't have an idea on who it was who called him—but he reluctantly turned around and waved. "Hey, Bo Lifen what's up?" Nobody else would have called out to him so energetically except her. His former senior in university and club member was out of her work clothes and in sports wear. The woman wore a white shirt, black shorts and sneakers. One could even see that she had an earpiece plugged in her ear thanks to her hair up in a ponytail. But it was still…
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