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Legend of the Empyrean Blacksmith - Chapter 137
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... -like ruin, a group of people remained silent . Well up front were three men, walking shoulder-to-shoulder while inspecting the chiseled, aged dome of a chapel to their right . The three were Althone, Gustav and Felix's grandfather, Butcher of the North - Andrew .
"Are we really not going to talk about it?" Althone spoke up, corners of his lips rising up into a faint smile .
"Humph, smelly brat," Gustav cursed, instinctively reaching for his wrist which was still aching . " ...
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