Patricia Wilson
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A few minutes ago. "You can leave now, Randall," Claude turned around and walked back towards the entrance of the closed seclusion chamber. He shifted his gaze at Randall, and said, "I'll exit out of the chamber in one week, probably the day before the sparring contest begins. Until then, look after the residence for me." "Very well, young master. I wish you good luck on your training." Randall stood up from the ground and bowed his head before turning around and walking back in the direction where he…-
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Slash! The blade sliced through the woman's neck as though it was butter, and blood began bursting out of the opening, as the woman stared at her husband in disbelief. "Why..." The woman asked with a painful expression as she leaned on the wall next to her and fell down. "Because you're already dead." Claude replied coldly, and all of a sudden, the painful expression on the woman's face was replaced by a hideous grin as the blood stopped flowing from her neck. "Hahahahahaha!!" The woman began emitting…
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"What do you mean by, 'in charge of the chamber'?" "Oh no, I am not your guard if that's what you thought!" Elder Sanchez shook his head and explained what he meant. "It just means that I'll act as a witness for you entering the chamber in case of any… let's say problems occur." He then extended a document to Claude, and said, "I just need you to sign this, and you'll be good to enter." Claude read through the documents to make sure that there wasn't anything suspicious in them and then signed the…
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"W-what do you mean by your words, Senior Russell?" Ian turned towards him and asked with a smiling face, although one could see the smile slowly faltering if they looked closer. "Oh, you know exactly what I mean, Ian," Russell stared at Ian and spoke with a smile on his face as he continued, "Don't live in a lie, Ian. Sooner or later, it'll eat you up." He then paused for a second, before devilishly grinning at Ian and said, "Oh, and the kid is my opponent, alright? I felt as though I should make that…
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'To think I even considered Dalton Palmer as the greatest foe I could face,' Claude snickered in his mind. Of course, Dalton had the potential to grow even stronger if given enough time and guidance, but right now, Javier was much stronger than any student Claude has ever faced. Javier was, as some would like to call, a complete cultivator. He made sure that he was consistent in utilizing and mastering all of his skills and techniques, whether it came to speed, power or even reflexes, and only after he…
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"I will see you later, Mr. Rayforth!" David soon exited the room, leaving Claude standing alone in the guest room. 'So the Headmaster is wary of me, huh..' Claude smiled as he sat down on the wooden chair and began reading through the scroll once again. 'I did expect that, but to think he'd be so straightforward about his wariness..' Claude narrowed his eyes as he massaged his forehead, before letting out a heavy sigh. 'Well, it isn't like I have another option to lean on right now. So I guess I'll have…
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"Here, catch!" David pulled out a scroll from under his sleeve and threw it over to Claude, who caught it with a confused expression. "And what might this be?" Claude asked as he pulled the small string and opened the scroll and David replied to his question, "The Headmaster called it a gift; he said that it'll help you reach the goal that you were aiming towards." Inside the scroll was the detailed information about the Grand Astral Faction's disciples; including everything from daily routines to secret…
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"Anyways, the townsfolk thought that was it after the funeral and moved on to their daily lives." Senior Beldon continued with his story, and Claude listened closely. "That was, until a rumour began to circulate. Apparently, a few of the townsfolk heard the cry of a girl coming from the family's home a couple of times at night. At first, people simply brushed it off, but as the days went by, more and more people began hearing the cries, and a few even saw the apparition of the young dead girl, wandering…
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"We'll finish this in the sparring contest!" "Oh we definitely will finish this. Once and for all. And I'll make sure that you regret meeting me." "Sure you will," Senior Russell said with a sarcastic tone and then shifted his gaze towards Ian and his lackeys and whistled at him, signalling him that it was time to leave. "Your owner is calling you. Better go now or else he might get angry!" Claude whispered softly and immediately Ian turned around, his expression furious. "You!" However, before he could…
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"Oh really? Then how about me?" The person who spoke was one of the people who were standing next to Ian, and he had spread out their aura when he spoke, and Claude realized that this fellow wasn't his average opponent. The man's aura slowly surged up as he walked forward, until he stood right in front of Claude, staring at him as he said, "My name is Russell Davies. I'm Ian's senior, and I heard you beat him up. May I ask why?" Claude stared at Russell for a second, and said "Does it matter? From what…
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