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Chapter 220: Is the Magic Council Unable to Send Anyone Else?
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... econd prince, Lynn, after listening to the reports from his subordinates, erupted in fury, sweeping off the flowerpots and oak goblets from the table in a fit of anger.
"Damn it... Damn it! That cursed Harold, that damned William!"
The attendants present all bowed their heads, trembling in fear, none daring to speak. Only one elderly man, Dove, with a white beard, remained composed, calmly examining the glass goblet in his hand, waiting for the prince's outburst to subside before ...
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