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Chapter 390 - The Monster in the Blood Mist
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... Gibran, Kant laughed lightly with obvious mockery.
No one standing here was a fool. Looking at the figures covered in blood mist, he slowly nodded and clapped his hands. “I really didn’t expect that the famous general of the East County, Viscount Gibran, was actually the devil’s lackey.”
“Oh, the devil’s lackey? No, no, no, I don’t like this term.”
Viscount Gibran, however, was not angry at all.
Looking at Kant, he continued to say in a hoarse voi ...
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