©WebNovelPub
PREVIEW
... old Lizardfolk priest gave his head a slow shake. "No."
Lyle blinked. "No?"
"I can draw the magic circle for it," the priest clarified, his tone as flat as a mudflat.
Lyle's expression twitched.
"Then what are you waiting for? Get started," he said, face blank but tone tight.
He kept his voice as calm as possible, but the tightness around his jaw betrayed his growing impatience.
Of course. Just his luck. He finally stumbles on a potentially game-ch ...
YOU MAY ALSO LIKE


























