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Chapter One Hundred Forty-TwoThe Outsider This… Within that strange silence, the first thought that flashed through the recovered Derrick Berg’s mind was to save someone. However, the two guards flanking him showed no reaction at all, as if everything that had just happened had been only his auditory hallucination. “Someone in there was calling for help,” young Derrick reminded the two Dawn Paladins. The tall knight walking to his left, wearing a full suit of silver armor, answered…-
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Chapter One Hundred Forty-OneAn “Adventure” in the East Borough Backlund’s East Borough, at a crossroads. Mike Joseph saw quite a few children by the roadside, their clothes tattered, their eyes pitiful. He wiped his mouth with a handkerchief and was about to go over and give them some pennies. But his action was stopped by the former vagrant, Old Kohler. “Those are thieves!” “Thieves? What about their parents? Or are they controlled by gangs?” As a veteran reporter, although…
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Chapter One Hundred FortyThings Are Different Now At the end, the middle-aged man with graying temples took a sip of tea, smiled, and sighed. “Actually, this is already much better than before. Better than many people here. For example…” He pointed toward the vagrants curled up in a corner outside the window. Klein and Mike looked over and saw a filthy place that could block the wind. A whole group of curled-up vagrants lay there, men and women, old and young. In this cold late autumn,…
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Chapter One Hundred Thirty-NineBreakfast Again, worshiping only the moon and showing no reverence for the Goddess? Klein could not help revealing a thoughtful expression. The last time he had heard of something similar was when he had been learning about the Life School of Thought. He had never expected that a Witch King who had been born, grown old, fallen ill, and died on the Southern Continent would hold a similar view. After the Pale Era at the end of the Fourth Epoch, the Berserk Sea…
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Chapter One Hundred Thirty-EightThe Question-and-Answer “Game” After an entire half hour of uninterrupted peace, Klein opened his eyes and slowly rose. He took his cane, put on his hat, left the church, and, in the darkness, hired a rental carriage back to Minsk Street. By then, the alert and search in the surrounding area had inevitably relaxed, becoming merely a patch of shadow beneath the gaslamp glow. Shortly after midnight, Klein took out his key, opened his own front door, and first…
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Chapter One Hundred Thirty-SevenBrilliant Fireworks Bullets—some flowing with pale-gold radiance, others bursting with brilliant sacred flame—tore through the void one after another and struck Wraith Steve in the head. Thanks to the Clown’s control over his body, and thanks to the firearms practice he had stubbornly maintained, all six of Klein’s bullets enhanced with Purifying Slash landed accurately on the same patch—the same patch struck by the two bullets before them! They were like…
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Chapter One Hundred Thirty-SixThe Toxin Bottle Under Wraith Steve’s shriek, the weakened Sharron also showed an expression of pain. Even so, she still managed to close her hand with difficulty, instantly cutting off the wondrous rays radiating from it and making the mysterious illusory bronze door vanish from before her. Klein knew things were turning bad. Enduring the pounding pain in his head, he hurriedly retreated one step into a fire. His figure swiftly disappeared, flashing to another…
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Chapter One Hundred Thirty-FiveThe Terrifying Wraith A streak of pale-gold light arrived in the blink of an eye, striking an empty patch of ground where no one seemed to be. Yet from that place, dazzling flames abruptly surged upward, rapidly outlining the figure of someone wearing a black tailcoat and a dark-red cloak. The figure’s left arm burned with sacred, limpid flames. Pale-black smoke tinged with green rose continuously from it, making his pale face look sickly and bluish in the…
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Chapter One Hundred Thirty-FourThe Living Corpse and the Werewolf The one running at the front was Maric. His slightly messy hair had been completely swept back by the wind, and his face wore an expression of twisted ferocity. His speed was faster than a steam train at peak velocity. With a whoosh, he arrived at the entrance to the open space. But even so, he still had not managed to shake off the pursuer behind him. Closest to him was a man whose face was just as pale as his. Several faint…
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Chapter One Hundred Thirty-ThreeThe Magician Before Going on Stage At ten o’clock that night, in the alley behind Bravehearts Bar. Wearing a black double-breasted formal frock coat and a half top hat of the same color, Klein merely made one circle around the place, then, as he had done last time, began strolling toward the nearest street. He had just stepped out of the alley when a carriage stopped before him. Behind the glass window were Maric’s brown eyes, in which malice was always being…
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